singularityderp | 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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Rose's Vision Omnifold gives her things occasionally. Little bits and pieces. They're so vague and they pass so quickly that most of the time, she can't tell if they're just dreams or actually something that may lead her down a path she could consider beneficial ("victorious" being kind of a relative term these days).

But the latest snippet felt different to her. She saw something that she ouldn't fully decipher, but she still felt compelled to see if there was any merit to it. So, she left her home and traveled to the tunnels. One thorn out, raised to generate a light, she floated aimlessly, waiting for something to happen. Perhaps it's because she so rarely leaves her home that she forgot two of the most obvious rules of heading out by herself, having failed to either take a comm with her or notify anyone that she was leaving.

Hopefully by the time she remembered that she was officially outside of the resistance's safety net, it wouldn't have already come back to bite her.

Kanaya climbs up the side of one tunnel and clings to the ceiling, following quietly behind someone she knows belongs somewhere in her memories. If her mind was a jigsaw puzzle, this person would fit neatly into some slot. She thinks about it as she carefully crawls along the ceiling, following along as stealthy as someone with massive robotic limbs can. But it's tiring and she's impatient now, wired on blood that, for once, is the original rich cerulean Vriska had given once. Non-synthetic and warm and good.

So she tenses, aims carefully and lunges at her back.

Rose turns her head slightly. She sees her coming before she hears her, and darts straight upwards, scraping against the celing of the tunnel as the figure darts past her. A black aura flares up around her left arm as she points it at her aggressor. Unless they can fly, they'll be stranded in the air for the next 2 or 3 seconds, which is approximately 2 or 3 seconds longer than Rose needs to fire a killshot.

Until, of course, she catches the brightly glowing tint of her assailant's skin.

Her hand shakes, and twitches. The shot she fires goes wind, black lashes coming from her Thorn and ripping through the walls rather than hitting Kanaya square in the back. Rose curses under her breath. If there's anyone else nearby, she sure as hell just alerted every last one of them to her whereabouts. But that almost doesn't seem as important, consider that it's Kanaya.

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.

Rose follows Kanaya with her eyes, conflicted. Her instinct is to fire again, but she hesitates. She keeps the weapon leveled at her for the next moment or two, but doesn't warm it up again, as if she's afraid to do something for fear that she may startle her into running away like a deer or something.

"...Kanaya."

Well, she can't think of much else to start with.

Kanaya crawls backwards on the wall, eyes flicking between the needlewands and Rose's face. She lacks a lot of the technology that would allow her to predict whee this is going and her own vague recollections aren't helping at all. She tilts her head to the side and her eyes lock on to Rose's weapons. She can't afford to let her guard down around this one. Not with weapons like that.

"Yes?"

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