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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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_so ^{D A R K} the c_{o_n} uɐɯ ɟo?

^ʇuǝʍ ʇı ʍoɥ ʇou and nothing grows

Silence this heavy has not been broken. But when Nemesis changes course, Jetfire can do little but follow. He does not let on, but he is heavily fatigued as well. He has said nothing- showing weakness would be a terrible idea now.

His exhaustion and damage only becomes apparent when he stumbles and lands flat on his face in the tunnel with a frustrated growl.

I will use them when I see it as necessary.

[The gift, more or less, catches his eye. Honestly, in cases like these, Victor almost never knows what to say.

Lightly, a gloved hand goes to Terry's good shoulder.]

It wasn't necessary of you to do so.

...But thank you, Terry.

[Unnecessary? Hardly, but. How else to be humble...]

"Who are you?"

It's hard to tell if he's angry or scared. A little of both, maybe. Too much tech to be one of the cultists, and it's not Clarke. Faces of the dead flash by for a moment, but no. No there's something vaguely familiar about that low, mechanical voice. It frightens him.

"Who are you?"

His own voice echos in the tunnels and makes him wince. Too loud. They'll attract the worms at this rate, or worse.

It's loud enough, of course. There's no way he could miss it. Nemesis pauses and turns, tilting his head slightly at the display...

...and a moment later, he's picking up the form and slinging it over his shoulder. If you can't keep up, he'll simply carry you.

[she's used to a cold welcome from most of the Resistance, being a robot and being only so able to hide that, especially when armored up, but...when you need repairs, and you can't do them yourself, you need to try every option, right...?

so Roll's tracked down this guy. at least...at least maybe it's a chance? she knocks politely on the doorframe, biting her lip nervously]

Um...hello?

It's when Skyfire is in stasis that he can't hear him as well. The hum of machinery going silent, nothing to trace but a spark -- and he never knows when to go looking for it. It's not as if Skyfire follows a schedule.

Still, when he sees him, Soundwave goes still. He's certain that no one has followed.

Behind his visor, he peers at the other Cybertronian. Then he approaches.

Today. Perhaps today.

In the back of his throat, he brings about a low hum. Maybe he can finally counteract her influence.

Lots of injuries and scars and stuff caused by Jade Harley and her single-minded need to assassinate Karkat Vantas! Not that she has succeeded, but they've fought more than once.

And now they fight again, because Karkat keeps Coming Back to Sacrosanct and even though part of Jade is screaming RUN AWAY there is a different part of her that says no, come back. We'll do the dance of two people who play with death and one of us will lose, but it won't be me. Because she wasn't created to lose; there's a flash of energy and she's standing behind him, robotic hand on his shoulder.

"Hi Karkat."

Her voice is fairly flat, but there's a tinge of resentment in it. Anger that he keeps coming back even when last time she broke through and told him not to.

Name: Jack Noir
Current location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: OLD he has grey hairs now so much despair. +all the robotics, so his list of prosthetics now includes both arms, both eyes, most of his internal organs, and everything from the waist down. Lots and lots of scars. Generally a lot more worn out, both in body and mind.
Summary: Jack may not be the most talented cyborg, but if nothing else, he's proven he's very good at adapting and surviving against the odds. Thus, he made for a good guinea pig for testing assorted cyborg enhancements. He was taken early on in the war and used for said experimentation (IRONY), leading to most of his body being replaced with (more) mechanical parts.

He was originally slated for labour on the side, but due to the fact that he's a stubborn ass with no sense of self preservation beyond dumb luck, he caused more trouble than he was worth keeping around. Instead he just gets dumped in a locked room when not needed, given the bare minimum to stay alive and nothing more. He hasn't had a lot of people to talk to in years now, and the few he can talk to are probably brainwashed by Hypatia anyway, so he's somehow managed to become worse at socializing. Not that he'd pass up an opportunity to do something other than stare at the floor for hours.

Name: Roll
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Before she was 10 year old little girl in a red dress and cute shoes and

well

Now she looks to be somewhere in her teens, and has traded in her skirt for armor. She still carries her broom, though it can morph in to a hammer at the push of a button - and her right hand can retract in to a blaster.

~~SUDDENLY ROLL WAS ZERO????~~

Summary: She knows they don't trust her. Really, she doesn't blame them. When Hypatia made her move, Roll was terrified, and she saw her friends suffer and panic and be hurt by the AI and Roll was so very willing to charge in and fight and-!

And so many...

It didn't...break Roll, per se. But a little something in her died, over the course of time, and a little thing hardened when she had to leave her brother behind, when she fled to Asphodel. And from there...well.

Roll managed to convince someone to upgrade her in to a true combat model. While she does still carry around her broom, she hardly uses it to sweep. Instead, it's able to expand in to a hammer, one she can use with programmed skill. She prefers to use it to sweep, but she has nothign against using it to cut.

With Rock up on Sacrosanct, she goes up as often as she can risk it. If only to leave letters in hidden places, letters that wish him all the best, ask him if he's keeping up on his mineral intake, if his armor's still in good condition...

It's almost a familiar routine, now, running into people he thinks he used to know on the borders of himself. Sollux tends to think of each tendril of his system snaking out into the labyrinthine tunnels as himself, really. Kanaya comes by to test his shielding out, he rebuffs her efforts.

"Hi, Kanaya," he says over the speaker he's installed at this outpost, sounding vaguely cheerful. "You look hungry. When was the last time you ate?"

Oh. It is him.

The armored man lowers his head. He is awash with sudden memory. These times- he hates it. The way it all replays like a film in his eyes.

"Michael."

Perhaps it's just one's imagination, or perhaps there is a tone of grief there.

He doesn't want to unmask himself. That is exposing a weakness. But...

He kneels. Like some cautious animal approaching, metal fingers touch Altman's face, quickly retracting.

"Michael."

He repeats like a skipping record.

[A connection is supposed to feel like mercury, a cool chill of integrating minds and, especially with these two, a gentle filling-in of all the little nooks and crannies they'd become accustomed to over the years.

Of course, that was long before Hypatia had taken him, accelerated the rampancy process, and corrupted every shard of feeling Delta had once possessed. Delta answered the call all right, more than willing to gather information on three dangerous members of the Resistance, and remembering almost nothing of his former self.

This is like salt over a wound, boiling water, molten iron instead of quicksilver--]

it ^comes _sometimes in dreams it's like

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͚̹͖̜͓͗͗͂̉

and this time it wasn't me

Name: Toby Daye
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Toby has completely forgone using her glamour at this point, and in fact looks even more fae than she used to. She has delicately tapered ears, brown hair with unnaturally vivid golden and honey highlights (that are, in fact, natural), grey eyes with not a hint of any color in them, and features that are rather beautiful, in an unnerving way - too angular and inhuman, but still Toby.

She has plenty of scars, and her eyes were actually completely destroyed in an attempted raid on the station - glamouring them is the only aesthetic magic she does on herself, because she's told the scars are rather frightening.
Summary: Toby stayed as long as she could, getting as many people off the station as she could before leaving. She left Jade behind on the station because the girl didn't want to go - she's never really forgiven herself for that. She also wasn't able to find Buffy, who had already been hacked and incapacitated before the escape, and she's never forgiven herself for that, either.

Afterwards, she threw herself into the rebellion, because that is what Toby does. She participated in raids early on, mostly trying to rescue Jade and Buffy. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Hypatia used her knowledge about Toby to her advantage, and Toby's last raid ended in an attack by a robot with iron weapons. Toby ended up blinded and a bit mangled, and it was sheer good luck that allowed the other people in the raid to actually get her back alive. Sheer willpower and May's tears gave her the push she needed to burn the iron out of her blood - barely - and kept her from getting too sick or worse. In the process, she managed to find a way to change the balance of her own blood. She's become more pureblood since then, bit by bit, and the amount of magic she can do (even blind) has increased significantly.

She's currently working on using a combination of her heightened senses and a little bit of magic to learn to fight with a sword again, blindness aside. She's not sure if it'll ever actually be a viable form of defense for her, but she's working on it.

He is aware of Soundwave's efforts. However futile... the damage that has been done is done. He has been repaired all he can be.

He stands still. Being this close to Soundwave-

It feels like he is standing outside of a house he used to occupy for ages.

It feels like he is so close to home, but he cannot enter.

Eventually he slowly lifts himself out of stasis and his head moves slightly up to look at Soundwave. He hates the ache that comes with it, but he's drawn to this.

no no no no no

It's hard, to break from the dream. The words are terrifying and it's not like she can see what's going on. But it feels wrong, the very fact that her dreams speak back seems wrong to her.

she killed all the trees and all my flowers and they don't exist any more
all that's left is metal and parts of me that i hate
hate a lot, hate
so much

There is protest. A bit of flailing, a snarl, but he is too exhausted to fight back.

He squirms and wriggles until he tires himself again and goes limp.

So long as nobody spoke of this...

Nobody ever.

"Mustard," she murmurs to herself, to no one in particular, to him actually. She's still ramming herself against his shielding, something in her programming tells her to do it over and over until her limbs squeak out tinny little warning blips and she has to stop. She sits just at the edge, looking at the shielding. "Hi."

She isn't sure how to answer that question. This blood isn't filling, it isn't right. It's been so long since Hypatia has sent her anything non synthetic. Even synthetic tyrian would be better than the sluge currently pumping into her. "I am always famished. It is how the arrangement with Hypatia works. I believe it may be intentional."

It's worth a shot. "Where are you? Where is everyone?"

He knows what it looks like when Jade teleports, and he's already got his sickle out. But he pauses before turning and swinging. Karkat remembers the last time he was here, when he and Jade fought-- she spoke to him. Really spoke to him. So he tries to speak back.

"Hey Jade. It's been over a month. Since we last fought. Talked. Whatever."

It's a retardedly desperate move, but he's retardedly desperate too.

^so _{๔гєค๓є๔} ^so υηєη∂є∂ _{_{there is no}}

ʇɥǝ bɹǝǝu ɥɐs 1ǝɟʇ ɐup ʍǝ ɐɹǝ 1osʇ

There are a lot of things he wants to. Hold him, cradle him close. Kiss him, sing for him. Soundwave thinks fondly of their days together, all three of them. It seems so carefree in comparison to now.

His fingers reach up for Skyfire's temples.

"DO NOT RESIST."

It is less of a demand as he'd like and more of a plea. To anyone else, his voice is as monotone as ever. Someone like Skyfire should be able to detect the slightest change in his voice.

He needs to fix this.

Name: Dave Strider.
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Stands at about 6'7", with a human level of thickness that would make sense for someone at about 5'10". Ends up looking lanky and stretched because of it. Mottled grey skin with lighter blotches all over his body. Black hair, with a few patchy spots that come out blonde. Thanks to mutant issues, his irises spilled over, leading to completely red eyes.

His horn is a thing of terror, coming out at about a meter / three feet and some long, and has two or three notches along it where he's slipped up in battle. Still wears his god-tier ensemble, usually with the hood up. When he speaks, his fangs (having grown a good half an inch past the rest of his teeth) cause a noticeable lisp.

Summary: When Sollux fled Sacrosanct, Dave went with him. Since then, he's led constant raids (sometimes solo) wherever he can - as the Knight of Time and local deity, he is essentially immortal, after all. Despite ten years having passed, he's one of the ones who's kept their hopes up: he honestly believes he can get Jade and the others out from Sacrosanct, and has no plans to sit down and stop until he's done so.

He's not really much for tactics - he is a fighter, pure and simple. He leaves strategizing and discussing to Karkat and the others - however, he takes place in every skirmish. Every. Last. One. The cuts on his horn are from one Miss Harley, after all.

There is a small neural link in his brain connecting him to Sollux's mainframe. Dave has told exactly nobody about this; every time he goes onto Sacrosanct, Sollux actively stays with him, countering any attempts at hacking the small access point.

"Stop it," he whispers fiercely, flinching away from every touch, from the sound of his own name.

"Stop it. You're not supposed to be here. Go away. Leave me alone."

He's anxious now, and there are voices whispering in the corners that the intruder doesn't seem to acknowledge. Someone standing just out of view, out of the tiny bubble of light. Ada. Or maybe it's just Clarke. Whoever it is, he doesn't have time for them now.

Altman tries to edge away, frightened by the slight hint of familiarity. Everyone he knows is dead or gone--just another hallucination.

"You're not real. Go away."

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you do indeed. c:

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WE CAN BE ICON FAIL BUDDIES

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NEEDS NEW ICONS will just get her a paid too

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