Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

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!

<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

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KARKAT VANTAS

[selfkismesis]

i am just copying and pasting the one from before...

Name: Karkat motherfucking Vantas
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Bigger, despite still being a bit stumpy for a troll. Typical difference between a 13 year old and a 23 year old. Basically, he looks a lot like the Signless, but more scarred. Missing a leg because why the fuck not. People in RPs need to lose their legs more often. It's always the goddamn arms.
Summary: GUESS WHO PREDICTED THIS SHIT?! BITCHES SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO OUR RESIDENT ROBOHATER.

Basically, the first signs of something fishy, Karkat was warning the shit out of everything that moved. Considering the fact that he was warning the shit out of everything that moved even before things got fishy, it's easy to believe no one listened. Ever. Since they never do.

When Hypatia made her move, Karkat gathered as many of his team of trolls as he could and absconded. It was early, quick, and as low-key as possible.

Karkat's all about the resistance. He's pretty vocal about how the resistance should make more raids on Sacrosanct to TEAR DOWN THAT BULLSHIT ROBOMENANCE AND SHOW THAT GODDAMN HYPATIFUCKASS WHO'S THE MOST FUCKING SUPERIOR (HINT: THE ANSWER IS US) also maybe save people, that'd be good too. If there are trolls/people he has CR with still on Sacrosanct, he will be obsessively obsessive about getting them back.

Personality-wise, Karkat's rage is a universal and temporal constant. However (depending on how many trolls/friends made it out/have been saved), he's much more bitter. Defensive. Paranoid as shit. Basically, take all of his bad qualities and multiply them by stupid.

It's safe to say everyone ever pretty much knows about his blood, though. FIGHTING ROBOTS MEANS LOTS OF INJURIES AND SCARS AND STUFF.

[lithp]

"Please tell me you didn't leave my new comm design off your ear because it's 'more techno robowitchery,'" Sollux's voice says tinnily on said comm unit. "Because I swear if you did I'm telling the whole Resistance you hatepail yourself thinking about Hypatia. On loudspeaker. You can at least try to have a little faith in me and my designs. Report."

[selfkismesis]

"Report, report. Look, I'm reporting. Fuck, Sollux. Are you seriously pretending to be a goddamn lusus?" By bitching, he's just buying himself time. He knows Sollux'll take it as a personal offense that Karkat refuses to wear his technological bullshit devices, despite the fact that Karkat has told him multiple times, with as many fuckwords as possible, that he can't fucking stand to have something metal with a signal so close to his pan.

[astrometry]

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.

[selfkismesis]

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.

[seeing_idawg]

"Thup, man."

Dave ducks under the door into Karkat's makeshift respiteblock, not really bothering to knock. Why bother? Karkat will probably scream as usual, and he'll just shrug it off, and then they'll be back to some semblance of normalcy. It's not like there's been any real hate there for the past few years - smaller hates tend to dwindle away over time, especially when partnership is required.

[selfkismesis]

"Godfuckingdamn, do you not know what a door is for? It's a nifty little invention that says 'STAY THE FUCK OUT.'" Karkat had been at his desk, maps strewn across it, across the room, covered in red and black and so many grey markings, they're nearly impossible to read.

Re: KARKAT VANTAS

[gottakilldaves]

Congratulations, you goddamn robo-hating psycho. Today is the day you finally find Jack, stuffed waaaay in the back of some Sacrosanct lab behind a locked door and same safes. You'll have to excuse him for the lack of proper greetings, since a) he doesn't have any knives with him, and b) all his external robotics are deactivated so he can't really... move. Or see. Or do much of anything. He's basically just a head on a scarred-up torso filled/covered with robobits.

This is kind of a shitty reunion.

[selfkismesis]

Oh, Karkat has been waiting for this day. He's looked for Jack-- Fuck, he's looked for all of his friends. But his top priority, the one that has always seemed the most realistic, has been Jack.

So, it's with a ridiculous amount of victory opens that locked door and finds Jack. That victory completely vanishes when he sees what a mess the man's become. Oh, fuck. Those limbs. This is going to be a bitch, but Karkat knows he needs to remove them before he can take Jack anywhere. But to remove them, he's going to need to keep Jack calm.

"Jack, it's me, Karkat. I'm getting you out."

WHO'S THE STALKER NOW?

[mcfussyfangs]

She waits for him a lot, and never really knows why. He is, according to Hypatia, a high priority assassination target. But there's this feeling, it's a pale feeling, which is ridiculous because there is no such thing. Feelings aren't colors or hues or shades, but then again, Kanaya doesn't know what feelings are anymore. They are these difficult to define foggy yearnings that vanish so quickly sometimes that she isn't even sure they were there.

She remembers him so much more clearly than most, though her recollections are often murky at best. Remembers his symbols and his yelling and sometimes his color. Colors. Always switching between burning red and dull grey. Sometimes she even remembers the way his blood tasted, bright and painful and then comforting and warm. So sometimes she waits for him, and sometimes she follows him. It's a massive waste of blood, these little excursions, mostly due to the frequency with which she takes them. Even when she has none in supply she still goes out to watch him. It might explain why Kanaya has found herself stranded and famished, curled into a tight ball in an off-shoot tunnel trying to will her body into not shutting down.

[selfkismesis]

Truth be told, Karkat prefers missions into the tunnels. It's dark and dim, and unlike missions to Sacrosanct, there's not much of an opportunity for failure. Kill a few worms, figure out the lay of the land. Rarely he'll run into anything incredibly dangerous, and when he does, he's got his sickle by his side.

He also prefers them, because he finally has a chance to be alone. It's ridiculous, really. In his youth, he would have given anything and everything to have his whole team in one place, all the time. He felt lonely when they were missing, or at the very least, he worried. God, he worried so much. He still does. But sometimes he just needs to stop. Karkat needs to walk down a long, dark tunnel, and focus on nothing but the sound of his own foot steps. He needs to close his eyes and remember when an elegant arm would wrap around his shoulders and pull him into a hug.

But now's not the time to let his mind wander. Karkat's hear reports and rumors of something dangerous out this way, and it's finally time to investigate for himself.

He sees her glow before he sees her.

"Who's there?!"

[hedgehogengine]

"Yo, Karkat!"

Sonic leaps into Karkat's respiteblock through the window. He always uses the window. Makes it easier to get his attention than using the door. He stands on the sill for a second, before dropping into the block. He gives a wave and immediately tarts speaking. Sans when he feels like reporting to the troll (which isn't often), he only shows up at his block when he needs a favor.

"C'mon to the shuttles with me, I need you to yell at some guys for me."

[selfkismesis]

No matter how many times Sonic uses the window, it will always scare the pupcat out of Karkat. He practically leaps, throwing the pen he was writing with across the room.

"SWEET MOTHER OF GRUBS, DOORS STILL EXIST. THEY HAVE NEVER STOPPED FUNCTIONING, NOT WHEN THE ROBOTS TOOK OVER, NOT WHEN WE ALL DIE, THEY ARE COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT OF ANY AND ALL HISTORICAL OR AHISTORICAL SITUATIONS SURROUNDING THEM. DOORS ARE THE ONE STABILITY IN OUR WORLD. FUCKING. USE THEM." Nope, gotta deal with Karkat's bitching before you get your favors.

[friendleading]

They're all coming into their own now, in a way. The Knights were taking charge, the Seers were Seeing. And what was the Heir doing?

Well, whatever got thrown his way. There was a quick rap on the door. He was practically the only one who knocked, so Karkat would likely come see him.

He wore the eyepatch over the robot eye. He's pretty sure he remembered Karkat requesting it, just in case she hacked his wetware without his knowledge. But he wasn't concerned. At least. Not on the outside.

"Yo, Captain Kark, just did my rounds of the defenses. Fortified some of our forward raid base areas, s'about as much as we needed doing."

[selfkismesis]

It takes him about a minute before he answers the door (when Karkat gets in one of his planning fits, it's hard to focus on much else), and when he does, it takes bit more time for him to process what John's saying.

"Oh." It's a quick, neutral verbal response that gives him time to mentally recall John's rounds, which bases he'd pass by.



Got it.

"Good, good. Thanks, Egbert. Please tell me you didn't run into any bullshit while you were out there. There's been some weird reports coming from that area, but I think half of them are just idiots chasing their bulges in the dark, and nothing else."

[gamzgrewup]

They're all stupid. So stupid.

Animals. Prey. Food.

Even prey learns. Learns what places to avoid. Where to hide. Not that hiding helps.

The monster is silent as he follows this one through the caves. he's not even hungry. This is just for fun.

[selfkismesis]

He's heard rumors-- they all have. But Karkat's sick and tired of the uncertainty, and since he trusts no one else to get the job done properly, he's taken a few days to work on reconnaissance. The last group to examine these tunnels hadn't come back, and the one before them had only two survivors-- both of which were panicked and incoherent.

Obviously, Karkat is the only competent asshole in this whole resistance.

So he's come alone. A whole party would be too difficult to coordinate, especially if there were something exceptionally dangerous out there.

[pariahdom]

Guess who is walking into Karkat's respiteblock uninvited and limps his sweet ass over to his cot... and then flops onto it face first.

Before Karkat can even raise one yell of protest, he lifts an arm up, voice following.

"Don't say anythin'. I'll be out a your damn hair in a sec. Just... let me rest for a second, alright? I need t'sit here an' see if I can get any ideas from where you lay."

[selfkismesis]

Karkat's left with his mouth open, a severe bitching trapped in his throat. Instead, he keeps silent for a few moments, quickly assessing Eridan's appearance. Looks like his plans haven't been working out too well lately. Karkat understands.

"Want to talk it out? Ideas or life or whatever?"

[circuitry]

Knocking? What's knocking? Terezi sashays into Karkat's respiteblock, holding a large folder. She's been trawling doomed timelines for the resistance, gleaning whatever information she can from their many hypothetical failures. Mostly she scrawls on the walls and floor of her room, but sometimes she bothers to organize and compile her findings in nice, neat reports that she dumps unceremoniously onto Karkat's desk.

Like right now.

"Special delivery!"

[selfkismesis]

Anyone else would get a bitching. Anyone else, before delivering their reports or asking for requests, would have to face Karkat's vicious tongue, insults, and "fuck yous." Anyone but Terezi. It's rare enough she leaves her chalk-covered room, and while he tries to visit her between missions and meetings, their conversations are few and far between.

Besides, the information she provides is priceless.

"Oh, let me halt my various irons, fires, and bullshit to accept your special existence into my glorious presence. The entire world is at a stand-still for you, Terezi Pyrope. What's the delivery?" He can still be sarcastic, though.

[mirthful]

There's an indigo-blooded troll in the corner of Karkat's room. He doesn't live there, but he has a tendency to pop up uninvited whenever he feels like it. Right now it just looks like he felt like getting away from everyone else.

Fully adult, he should have a large set of horns upon his head, but there are none. A bandanna covers the small metal plates now in their former locations, long messy hair pooling out from under it. Also unlike his other self, he's significantly more cowed.

"Hey, best friend."

[selfkismesis]

Gamzee's one of the few people Karkat doesn't mind in his personal space. He'd been staring at the same map for an hour, willing his thinkpan to come up with solutions. A break was welcome.

"Hey, bro. What's up?"

[hisoldgirl]

[hey Karkat heeeeey. guess who made a trip down to Asphodel?


how's the leg, by the way?]

[selfkismesis]

[ oh the leg is absolutely wonderful especially now that it doubles as a shotgun. which is what karkat's come to show you.

BOOM BOOM, TARDIS. ]