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Dark Future Meme

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked

-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.

-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.

-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!

-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

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[ He can't sneak out like this, but he knows better than to do that, anyway. They'd see him, they'd hear him. They'd do something and-- he can't keep doing this to them. He knows how stressful it was for them when Wash was unstable and he can't fathom them dealing with him doing this.

York kisses the nape of her neck, gentle, just nodding mutely.

He loves them both, but he loves Delta too, and he can't-- just sitting there doesn't sit right. It just doesn't. ]

That move is unexpected. Maybe she's learning, or maybe she just hasn't shown him everything that she can do yet.

He goes down hard on his back with a grunt. He's immediately rolling back up onto all fours, but for the time being he's off-balance and vulnerable.

The close call he had some time ago not only made him completely wary of what he did, but it made him think much of what he was doing. He knew he could reach out to Gamzee. It was small in the way he had before, but he knew he was in there. Somewhere.

He tried small tactics. Calling out to the edge of the tunnel and then leaving, leaving food with notes (though he figured that he wouldn't even read the notes he left), even leaving horns and such at the entrance... just doing just little things before he could even see the beast get close. He was wary, but he tried to reach out to him in the ways he could.

This time, he came with food and a few familiar objects that the subjuggulator had seen before. He was giving up his meal to try to see if he could rationalize with a beast. It was going to be such a slim chance, and he had no way of really absconding this time, but fuck it all.

He was going to do this or he was going to die, and he accepted this... much to his own dismay. He enters the tunnel he lurks most again, ready to do this.

"Thank you."

The lack of resistance is nice, and this will perhaps assist in removing his concern. It is worth a try at the very least.

"I will tend to you once I have finished your suit."

Some time out of it would likely do Skyfire some good.

This face forever.

"Cheating means I win!"

Things had been strange. Strange in the way it was when a new predator arrived to try and claim territory, or strange in the way it was when prey learned new tactics. His viciousness always paid off in the end, and the intruder was driven off or the prey was outsmarted and killed, but this was different. Someone was leaving things for him. He didn't mind the food, but the someone left objects too. Items. He thought at first they were trophies, maybe an attempt for the prey to dissuade his attacks. They'd done that before and it hadn't worked; he could not be appeased.

There was something about these items though. They grated on him like skin on rust. He had taken to collecting some of them, the ones that made sounds, and leaving them in piles in his numerous dens.

The piles were oddly comfortable to sleep in.

He had even seen the someone who was leaving the food and things for him. The fish-smelling creature he had almost killed before.

He couldn't be appeased, but he could be bored or full or uninterested. Whatever it was, he decided not to attack this one again. This one was curious. Interesting to watch. He wanted to know why this one left things for him. He had strange things protecting him as well, that light that hurt; it wouldn't do to underestimate this one again.

The prey creature has returned again. Food again, and more items. The beast clung to the ceiling and watched him, rumbling a little from the shadows.

"L-- love?"

She's still frozen to the spot, unsure of what to do. His hand is touching her cheek and it's warm; her tears fall freely, though she isn't sure why.

"I loved you once. I think."

The more he walked in, he carefully listened to every sound... just until he began to quietly hum a tune to himself. It didn't last long, just until he came to his stopping place. He was completely unaware of where he was, but he knew he was at least somewhat nearby.

Leaning down, he leaves the food where it is, and seems as if he's turning again to leave. Instead, he spaces himself with feet between himself and the food, sitting down. Part of him still screamed do not sit, don't try this, get the fuck out of there right now but, he ignored it.

He held up a horn, squeezing it hard until it seemed to be pained, then did it again. He knew this would drag him out if nothing else would.

"Fight? No, not a lot. Most of the resistance members are very easy to kill. I don't think it constitutes as fighting anymore." She remembers when she was new to this, new to the lack of memories of a life before this, new to her limbs and the synthetic blood. But is got so easy, the killing and the hiding and the lurking, that she finds it so so easy.

"Sometimes things break, though. They break them. The ones who I think fit into the pieces of my mind I'm missing." She doesn't mention that she never really tried to kill them, that she just attacks them and talks to them sometimes. She doesn't say that she never gives it her all, not really. Hypatia already knows that she's not much use as anything other than a destroyer of morale and an experimental sentient probe.

"What's in my head?" She frowns and it turns into a sneer. Something in her tels her that this is what being indignant feels like. It's a nice feeling, like she's justified in being upset about something that isn't a lucky shot by some tunnel-dwelling rat. "There's nothing in my thinkpan. You know that, Mustard."

She huffs and sits against the tunnel walls, crossing her arms and glaring at the ground. It strikes her as... What was the word? Immature. So she stops looking sulky at least. "What was it like? When we were all together?"

At her best times, she remembers smells and silhouettes and colors and symbols, but that's all. Everything seems so perfect besides that. So idealistic. Where did it all go wrong?

Nothing frustrates Kanaya more than taunting tactics, which is what this feels like. Luring her into traps is a tactic that has been tried more times than she can count and something in her panics at the thought of being restrained. But the panic has long since surned to anger, cold and hard and unyielding. Kanaya hisses into the darkness and jumps, digging her claws into the ceiling and pulling so her legs can latch on too. She scuttles around for a moment before heading towards the back of the cavern.

"Where are you currently concealing yourself? Hiding for a prolonged period of time is something I wouldn't advise."

God, she's crying and he's not really even sure she's conscious of it or at least of why she's doing it, and it brings him to tears of his own, prickling in his eyes and threatening to spill over onto his cheeks.

"Yeah," he replies faintly. "I think you did."

He moves slowly, gingerly, giving her plenty of time to push him away, but he wants to hug her right now. And if she kills him for it, so be it.

It's not like anyone knows he's here, anyway.

If she seems to glow even brighter in the presence of dark magic, it's because she is, though Kanaya doesn't know why. She's never liked the dark, that much is clear to her now and has always been, though she doesn't know why she dislikes it so. Even the florescent lighting of Hypatia's operating tables is more comforting than these dark tendrils that have just missed her. As soon as the magic drops her, she returns to her place clinging to the ceiling and glaring at the needles and the gouges on the walls, but mostly it's the girl she's looking at.

Her colors overlap with another shallow memory, and she shot that thing. Kanaya isn't certain she wants the answers to any questions she has about this one.

"This is why you keep your communit on, dipshit." Sollux sounds exasperated, but there's a bit of worry to his tone. "You are not getting yourself killed on my watch. You're lucky I was poking out and checking on you, asshole."

He starts rolling Eridan back down the tunnel, back towards their encampment, where it's safe behind his shields.

"That's not Gamzee anymore."

Sollux knows his decision upset Charles deeply. He also knows that without it none of them would be alive - none of them would have the safe haven from Hypatia that they do now. Someday the AI will be gone, Sollux has faith, and then he can be unplugged - then he can be more than a disembodied voice again. But right now, they need his head more than the rest of him, so this is what he has to do.

He "smiles," his mental presence cozying up to Charles'. You haven't read to me in a week, Dad. I miss it. Sollux knows that Charles hates visiting his tank, having to be in the presence of his own adoptive child suspended in sensory deprivation; but he craves the interaction, these days. With his mind fully capable of doing millions of calculations per second, he's a lot more aware of the time when he's alone.

"... Okay, that was my fault, I realize that. But... I didn't think I was goin' to find my way out of our territory." He sighs, examining his hands. Fuck did they hurt so much. ... And he lost another ring. GREAT. "Yeah... yeah. I'm lucky." There's something about his tone now, he's tired again, especially knowing that it was his fault yet again.

He sits down in the bubble, still eyeing Gamzee in the meantime.

"Bullshit it's not him anymore. He's still there, Sol. He would have killed me long before if he wasn't there. I almost made it through t'him, too. He... he has t'still be in there somewhere."

It's there. She knows its there. She's reaching, but she falls, and the stars are black and cold. Kanaya backs away slightly, traces the symbol on his chest for memory's sake and moves back a little more. The parts Hypatia's put into her have already figured out the problem and are telling her to back away and flee, that the Leader is Threat Priority Alpha when it comes to her, and she's tempted to listen and run. Still, she's curious and something inside her hurts when she looks at this person she knew and she can't bring herself to turn her back on him. It doesn't help that she's tired, so so tired.

"What exactly do you mean by moirails? What significance does that hold?"

The tune means nothing to him. Just more noises that prey creatures make sometimes. He growls a little when this one sits down near the food, but doesn't touch it. What is this one expecting? For the beast to come out and be ambushed?

But this one has no reinforcements (except for that light bringer) that he can sense. The beast hast he advantage here. These are his tunnels. He could drop down on this little prey and tear it to pieces if he wanted.

If he wanted.

That new sound. It makes him snarl slightly. His horn pile makes those sounds...

Horn pile...?

He dropped to the ground and retreated into the shadows growling again at the prey creature. That food is looking good, but he's not coming out just yet.

"Nah... Plannings a lot like art sometimes. If you're havin' trouble, look for a different perspective or step away for a while."

He shrugs. "You would've thought of it yourself eventually."

He rasps out a laugh, like stones scraping together. This glowy one is quick. Bright and shiny and clinging to the ceiling as he does. He flashsteps in a circle around her, still laughing. She sounds confident. That won't last.

Filthy. Barely a body that used to be Skyfire. Barely him at all. But the bits he can see...

Just small things

But it's enough. Slowly, Soundwave traces his fingers over Skyfire's face again. He leans in close, brushing the tip of his nose against Skyfire's neck.

"THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD IF YOU REMOVED YOUR ARMOR."

"Gamzee."

He wants to shorten his name, he wants to call him by his affectionate nicknames, but he wants to try to reach out in simple ways first. He honks the horn again.

"Hi Gamzee." He's trying to mask the fear in his voice, smiling a bit. It's weird, smiling at all. It's rare for him to even do that much at all. "We're alone. It's just you, myself, and the horns." He pulls another from behind the cloak he wore, giving it a honk as well.

The beast throws himself against the bubble of stinging light and tries to dig his claws in one last time before backing away.

No prey today, then. His fishy bro has escaped.

He doesn't know where that thought came from. He roars in parting and then turns and charges off into the darkness.

[dude, impenetrable outer shell, or did you forget that part? so she's just going to play a loop of someone laughing for a while]

Do you continue to enjoy failure, abomination?

Karkat holds his fingers out as half a diamond.

"Do this."

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