Name: Doug Rattmann Current Location: Sacrosanct Current Physical Appearance: Very similar to how he looks now - emaciated, haggard, unkempt, and more than a little off-kilter. His clothes are even more ragged than before and it's likely that he's lost even more weight in the interim. Dodging robots for food is hard, ok.
Summary: In his own way, Rattmann had been warning people about this eventuality almost as frequently as Karkat. But no on had listened to him (again) and soon his nightmare was rising up into the painfully familiar crescendo.
He'd always been more of a reluctant hero than he'd ever care to admit, and so when things went to shit once again he stayed behind on the station. His morals and paranoia wouldn't conscience fleeing with strangers to an unknown planet when there were still people trapped on Sacrosanct. Besides, what use could a schizophrenic without his medicine be to a resistance force?
It's more difficult these days to keep himself hidden; but Hypatia doesn't hold the same sway as GLaDOS did, and he'd kept himself away from her nearly as long. The station is simply too big for her to track down one long nutcase, and that's what he's counting on.
Any resistance members on missions in the station will notice that the walls have been covered in words pointing out the direction of their target or giving zone coordinates for organics still held prisoner by Hypatia. These are usually framed by insane ramblings and cries for help, but the information offered has always turned out good. In his more lucid moments Rattmann also throws himself into disrupting Hypatia's processing - nothing large, but resistance members may find that door locks and security drones tend to malfunction more often the closer they come to their targets.
He also makes use of the fact that he knows there are telepaths in the group of people the Rift had brought in, sending a constant stream of information and locations out into the void of thoughtspace and hoping someone picks them up. These are much more difficult to decipher than the wall directions, however, as they're jumbled with both Rattmann's shattered mind and his emotions.
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Current Location: Sacrosanct
Current Physical Appearance: Very similar to how he looks now - emaciated, haggard, unkempt, and more than a little off-kilter. His clothes are even more ragged than before and it's likely that he's lost even more weight in the interim. Dodging robots for food is hard, ok.
Summary: In his own way, Rattmann had been warning people about this eventuality almost as frequently as Karkat. But no on had listened to him (again) and soon his nightmare was rising up into the painfully familiar crescendo.
He'd always been more of a reluctant hero than he'd ever care to admit, and so when things went to shit once again he stayed behind on the station. His morals and paranoia wouldn't conscience fleeing with strangers to an unknown planet when there were still people trapped on Sacrosanct. Besides, what use could a schizophrenic without his medicine be to a resistance force?
It's more difficult these days to keep himself hidden; but Hypatia doesn't hold the same sway as GLaDOS did, and he'd kept himself away from her nearly as long. The station is simply too big for her to track down one long nutcase, and that's what he's counting on.
Any resistance members on missions in the station will notice that the walls have been covered in words pointing out the direction of their target or giving zone coordinates for organics still held prisoner by Hypatia. These are usually framed by insane ramblings and cries for help, but the information offered has always turned out good. In his more lucid moments Rattmann also throws himself into disrupting Hypatia's processing - nothing large, but resistance members may find that door locks and security drones tend to malfunction more often the closer they come to their targets.
He also makes use of the fact that he knows there are telepaths in the group of people the Rift had brought in, sending a constant stream of information and locations out into the void of thoughtspace and hoping someone picks them up. These are much more difficult to decipher than the wall directions, however, as they're jumbled with both Rattmann's shattered mind and his emotions.