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?

Comments

/also copy-pastes from last time

[shipper]

Name: Nepeta Leijon
Current Location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Fairly similar to her younger self - Nepeta never got any taller than what she hit at thirteen, but she has compacted even further into pure muscle. Her horns are a bit longer, and she's ditched both the kitty apparel and her trench coat. Also for the most part she goes barefoot.

Summary: Nepeta fled the Station with Karkat and the other trolls he managed to scrounge together, but was separated from them in the chaos. Unable to find her way back to them and cut off from any sort of restraining influence, Nepeta fell back on her feral instincts to survive.

By this time she's gone almost completely feral, although she is still perfectly capable of speech. Her memories of life previous to Asphodel have been suppressed as belonging to a before time that has no bearing on her now. There's a large stretch of tunnel which resistance members believe to be inhabited by some kind of large monster - believe, because anyone who's ventured through has been killed by Nepeta. Yeah, she's a maneater now.

There's still a fragment of her original personality trying to get out, but it's become twisted. Whenever something humanoid has the misfortune to venture into her territory, she won't kill them immediately. Instead she leaves them alive so that she can 'play' with them - unfortunately her games now have the same result as simply being attacked.

[gamzgrewup]

They compete sometimes. He almost respects her, the way a lion might respect another lion's territory. He avoids her territory most of the time. But sometimes he tests her. Pushes the limits.

He crawls deliberately through her tunnels, searching for her. Maybe he'll kill her today.

[shipper]

Nepeta no longer really recognize Gamzee (although sometimes seeing him brings painful flashes of bright happy rooms and sweets that make her yowl), but she likes when he challenges her. People usually don't survive more than a round of her games, and definitely don't play the same sorts of games she does. It's fun to find someone who bucks both trends.

Sometimes, when she's feeling very daring, she skulks into his section of tunnels and makes a game of how far she can go before he detects her. Her favorite thing to do it steal on of his precious heads, although this very rarely happens.

She was lucky the day before. Soon enough Gamzee will find a severed head bouncing down near where he's moving, a ghostly giggle echoing through the tunnels from up above.

[gamzgrewup]

He snarls. One of his prized heads; how dare she. He hates her. He loves her. He loves these games.

He flashsteps up to the ceiling, clinging to a stalactite and searches for her, silent again. He sees a flash of her moving and follows.

[shipper]

He's fast, nearly always faster than her, but that doesn't stop Nepeta from letting out another delighted laugh and tearing off down the tunnel. Half the fun is in seeing if she can shake him, after all. The other half - well. This was one of the few circumstances where she didn't mind being caught.

That was when the real fun began, after all.

[gamzgrewup]

He gives chase, flashstepping forward when it seems like he's falling behind, sometimes dropping to all fours when the terrain becomes too difficult or the tunnels incline. He's closing in, can see her ahead of him, and the chase has the blood thundering in his ears. She spill such a lovely green when he catches her sometimes, and he wants that more than anything right now.

At the exact moment he leaps forward and tackles her from behind, claws digging into her back.

[shipper]

Nepeta hears the leap, twists around just enough that she can unsheathe her claws and slash at him as they fall. She can feel a dull ache where he's hit her, but the damage is negligible in the grand scheme of things. A few points in the beginning were acceptable in order to secure a grand win.

[gamzgrewup]

He snarls as the claws dig into his shoulder, but the challenge makes things so much more fun. The best prey spills some purple.

He scrabbles at her with his own claws, trying to pin her to the ground and open her throat.

[shipper]

She'll have none of that, no sir. Gamzee's claws slash open cuts that go unnoticed for the present as she gets her feet up and attempts to use their momentum to throw him over her. There'll be no dying today if she can help it.

[gamzgrewup]

She gets her feet under him and he barrels right over her, spinning in the air and landing again on all fours. He draws himself back up to his full height and snarls a challenge at her. Then he charges again, head lowered in an attempt to gore her with his horns.

[shipper]

The sound prompts a retaliatory hissing from Nepeta, who sinks onto all fours and rushes at the charging troll. She hopes to grab onto his horns and flip onto his back where she can sink her fangs into his neck, but he's always been difficult to predict. It's hard to say whether to move will pay off in any meaningful way until the very end.

[gamzgrewup]

He does know her moves, to some degree. She moves like a...

There was a word for it once.

He lets her grab hold of his back, but when he feels her reaching for his neck he bucks and then flips onto his back in an effort to crush her beneath him. Even if that doesn't work, he'll still be reaching up to grab at her wrists and try to throw her against the nearest wall.

[shipper]

She's too fast to be crushed, but not quite fast enough to avoid being bashed against the wall. Nepeta grunts as her body connects, staggering to her feet despite the disorientation from the blow. In times like these her instincts run faster than her mind does, taking over while her conscious thoughts are still groggy from pain. It's useful in keeping her alive, especially when she's facing Gamzee.

For a moment she wobbles in place before shifting into a crouch and charging him. At the last moment she intends to sink down and try to sweep his legs out from under him.

[selfkismesis]

do you just want to continue our thread from last time. i have always felt guilty that i dropped it

[shipper]

Yes this is an excellent idea. Obviously we need to continue with Karkat Guiltapalooza, 2012 Edition.

[selfkismesis]

Continued from here.

If the nickname wasn't enough evidence to prove Nepeta's identity, the blood gives another clue. Karkat gives her time, knowing she'll return somewhere she feels safe to deal with her injuries. If he chases after her right away, she'll lead him through the tunnel for hours trying to get rid of him.

He gives her a twenty minute head start before he follows the trail.

[shipper]

By then Nepeta's returned to her den, curling in on herself as she tries to lick the wound clean. It's more damage than she's sustained in a long time and quite frankly she's not thrilled at all. The throbbing pain makes using this arm for the time being impossible, unless she's eager to experience more injury.

The only comforting thought she has for now is that she lost Karkat. The sulkier part of her mind hopes that he'll wander around the tunnels for days before dropping dead of starvation. That would show him.

[selfkismesis]

He's quiet until he's outside the den (he can tell from the blood splatters and how worn down the ground around this place is). In his mental maps of the areas, this is left field way out in fucking nowhere. No wonder he hadn't encountered Nepeta in the past.

He remains outside, not entering without permission, but still on his guard. This is her safe place. He can't just go in and fuck it all up.

"I can fix your injury." Karkat is a professional when it comes to bear trap wounds.

[shipper]

"Go away."

Her tone is meant to be threatening, but by this point Nepeta is completely exhausted and it comes out sounding more petulant than anything else. All she wants to do is stop her arm from bleeding out and take a nap and not listen to this awful man anymore.

He made her head hurt in all the wrong ways and he just wouldn't leave her alone. Nepeta was seriously starting to regret not gutting him on sight.

[selfkismesis]

"Nope. I won the game. So if I do go, you're coming with me." He remains where he is, though.

"Now, do you want to stop bleeding or not? I doubt it's particularly fun."

[shipper]

"You cheated, it doesn't count." Against her better judgement she rolls over to shoot him the most baleful glare that she can muster up at the moment.

"And I haven't been having any fun at all since you got here."

[selfkismesis]

Karkat makes a face in return.

"Well, poor you. It's not my fault I'm damn good at what I do."

[shipper]

She retaliates with another equally mature face.

"Being good at cheating's nothing to be proud of!"

[selfkismesis]

This face forever.

"Cheating means I win!"

[shipper]

"Cheating means you don't know how to win!"

She may not have been able to out beartrap you but god damn will she outface you. She needs to recover some of her dignity here.