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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[princeofhope]

Name: Eridan Ampora
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Really, there wasn't much change in Eridan. His eyes completely filled out with color, his horns have taken to a longer shape as well, he has grown quite a bit, but staying as lean as ever. literally this if you're too lazy to imagine. Plus a missing foot because missing a foot is awesome. He looks much similar to his ancestor, but not as burly as the late Orphaner. I mean, he's only 11 sweeps (~24) at this point.

Summary: Of course Eridan would follow his glorious leader, there's no doubt to that. He would follow him until he proved otherwise to be the leader that he had followed through 600 hours of one hell of a game.

At first, he was to stick to his own force in the rallies, of course, he was an offensive brute with a horrible trigger finger. It's obviously the perfect plan, right? Not right. He would fuck up majorly and it would cost him his eye and his fin. He was damaged, but he wasn't defeated yet. He would try to keep his pacing up, but it was difficult to relearn how to work with one eye. Eventually, he would relearn, but he was too paranoid that his blind spot was going to become the end of him.

That didn't mean that he had completely placed himself out of the fight. He eventually snuck out every once in a while when tings were too quiet for him to be comfortable in, usually ending in someting... happening. He'd come back with different injuries, but the one that did stop him and make him actually sit back and let the able bodied and those who weren't in the same situation as he was ... was when he came back without any wings or a foot.

That was the deal breaker for him. He knew he wasn't to chance his luck, and remained with those who planned. That was his new calling... but it wasn't as if he would completely stick to it. He would just try to avoid getting into a scuffle when he went out form that moment on.

Coming from his personality, he's matured greatly from what he was before. His top priority is planning, especially after his injuries. He fucking adapted to what he could focus on the most, he couldn't keep hope up. He tried to. He was the Prince of Hope after all. He was always staggering to attempt to keep them hopeful, but HAHA nope. Someone else would step up for him, and he would be bitter... but he would still keep hope where he could.

He put aside all differences for the trolls, what does he hate now? Well, basically he took a page from Karkat's book of rage and hates those god damned sons of bitches ROBOTS FUCK THEM UGH. Except for a few that have proven to be... you know, good souls and were able to make their way into the Resistance. fuck the rest of them though GUHHGHHGHSDHGDSF He also has a wicked temper from the fact that his seakin are normally just complete assholes to everyone, and he's prone to snap if he's provoked, especially since his injury.

All and all, he still tries to stay the same as he did before, but there's no way he's the same Eridan he was at 7 sweeps. He knew there was no way he could ever go back to doing that. Never ever was he turning back to that again.


Jesus fuck tl;dr he stays with the trolls, gets injured and gets paranoid the's going to get killed so he forces himself off the field, but he continues to go against himself until his wings get borked and he really does stop going off.

YEAH.

[gamzgrewup]

There's no memory at all. Even the concept of a matesprit is lost to him. What need has a monster for others?

So when he sees this one in the tunnels, traveling, going visiting--doesn't matter, the only thing he recognizes is the scent. Fish.

All that means is tastier prey.

So he hunts.

[pariahdom]

He took a wrong turn. That's usually how it ended with him. He knew he should have had these tunnels somewhat memorized. He senses something. Just... that feeling of being watched, followed. It paranoid him to all hell.

And... he still had that blind spot, he wasn't going to let up his guard as he limped his way through the tunnel. Maybe he should turn back, he thinks to himself. But no, he continues his merry way on, clutching tightly to the wand that had aided him through much more than it had before.

[gamzgrewup]

A limp and a missing eye. All the better. The injured elk, separated from his pack. The baby magmaworm straying too far from its parents.

He intentionally scrapes a claw down the side of the the cave wall, staying back in the shadows. It's fun to scare them.

[princeofhope]

As soon as he hears the claw to the wall, he instantly enters defensive mode.

He holds his ground, lifting the wand above him to illuminate the area. He was always just so thankful to have honed onto these skills. Except... the light was just out of reach of Gamzee. He cursed silently to himself as he held it up for a few more seconds, then lowered it to a comfortable position. Whatever it was out there, he was so very ready to fight.

[gamzgrewup]

He flashsteps, moves into the dark spaces behind Eridan and scratches the wall again. Let this one be terrified. Let him fear. It's fun to play.

[princeofhope]

The noise terrifies him, it's coming from behind suddenly. He spins around and fires off a blast into the dark. He... just watches it fly off and not hit anything. Growling, he tried to brighten the wand, trying to see just what was making the noise.

He had to chance it. Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "Identify yourself an' come out, an' maybe I won't have t'take force."

[gamzgrewup]

He remembers how to laugh. It comes out rasping and scraping, and from everywhere at once as he flashsteps around his victim.

He doesn't remember talking. Nor does he remember Eridan's voice.

Gamzee is gone. The monster is all that's left, and he's hungry.

[princeofhope]

He knows that laugh.

He knew it when it was full of life, when it was carefree. He could still recognize it in that disgusting . He's still fearful, there's no doubt about it. He's dangerous, but... he has to try. He needs to.

"Gamzee." he begins, his voice loud, but... almost in an odd sense as... calm. "Gamzee Makara. C'mon, Gam'. Come home with me. Come on back to us. I fuckin' miss you. We all miss you."

[gamzgrewup]

The words are meaningless to him, little squeaks and mewls from his victims as they beg for their lives or try to reason or whatever it is they do. He doesn't know anymore.

So there's no answer except for another menacing growl, echoing so that it's impossible to tell where it came from. He steps out into the light behind Eridan and approaches slowly, trying to see how close he can get before his prey notices.

[pariahdom]

"Damn it. You're my matesprit. Are you forgettin' everythin' we did? We built the WavveRider back up from scratch, you reminded me of what I missed the most an' I was able to share it with you. You showed me how I could finally accept myself an' be comfortable with myself in the ways that I needed t'be that I wasn't before, " He was getting frustrated, and he shook his head. "I was the one who helped you get through the initial nights we ran out of sopor. Y'almost killed me, I admit that, but I didn't run. I fucking stuck with you until you ran off."

Something catches the corner of his good eye. It's black where there should be white. He was getting dangerously close, and Eridan spun himself around. Fuck. He had forgotten how big he was. "G-Gamzee."

[gamzgrewup]

He bares his teeth in a mockery of a grin and laughs again when he sees the fear in his prey's face. More words. So many words. They all make such strange sounds.

He takes a step closer, slow, methodical. Then another step. A growl rumbles deep in his throat.

[princeofhope]

"Stop."

He's not stopping. He begins walking backwards, trying to match his pace. He looked at him, and really looked at him. Eridan is trying his hardest to not sound frightened at all, but it's just not coming out. He trusted him, he put so much trust into him... and he comes back like this. Fuck.

"Stop" He gets forceful and loud, not enough to be a shout, but damn near it.

[gamzgrewup]

Without warning, he leaps forward at Eridan's chest, his teeth darting toward his throat.

[princeofhope]

What does he do when he's trying not to get killed but he has a devilish beast that used to be his matesprit charging at him?

He flails -- accidentally of course -- and instead of trying to shoot his face with the wand, he slams his other hand forward.


And he papped him.

[gamzgrewup]

It's a little like ringing a bell. Physical contact, more than anything else, reminds him of something buried so deeply he doesn't even recognize it as himself anymore. Sunlight and seawater and a hand in his...

But a bell echoes and resonates, and eventually the sound fades. It's enough to distract him for a moment, long enough for his charge to be interrupted. He blinks, like an animal clearing its vision.

Then he flashsteps and attacks Eridan from behind, going for his spine this time.

[princeofhope]

What he just did. The way he stopped at the accidental papping, and the way he tried to shake it off.

Holy fuck Karkat was right this shit does really work.

However, that did not stop Gamzee at all, he was able to turn around in time trying to follow him. Luck alone saved him from him hitting him in the spine... but his entire front half was to be hit.

Not good at all.

[gamzgrewup]

Gamzee hits him square in the chest, claws outstretched, mouth open and aiming again for his prey's throat. He keeps his teeth sharp, the better to bite through thick magmaworm skin.

They all die so beautifully when you get the throat just right.

[originaljoe]

It seems gathering scars ran in the adopted family. Seeing Eridan come back like that had been horrible for Joe. Still, not as bad as if the kid had died. He was the only family Joe still had so, between throwing himself at missions that were too dangerous for his own good he would mostly spend time visiting Eridan. He may be grown but, never hurt to have a space dad.

It was on such an occasion that he saw Eridan this time. "I hear they're going to send another team out ta look for Gamzee. I think I'm gonna volunteer this time." After all, the Prince needs some Hope some days too.

[princeofhope]

It really wasn't. He was so thankful that, well... he was here. Their time spent together was something he cherished, until he gave him the news. "What--!?"

He couldn't believe what he had just said. "You fuckin' heard what happened t'the last few teams, right? They all never came back. You're basically commitin' suicide if you go." His voice was stern, but damn it, he was just trying to preserve the small number of people that he actually cared about.

[originaljoe]

"I know that Eridan. I know he's dangerous but, that's exactly why. I know I was never good at fightin' trolls. Still pissed that Mindfang woman beat me back then." How Joe missed back then. That was the kind of life he wanted. Sure there was the occasional thread but, it was still something happy.

"Problem is, he's roamin' the tunnels. Who knows how many a us he's killed just by someone takin' a wrong turn. I can't let that keep happenin'. He was one a mine. Just like you were Eridan. He was family and so he's my responsibility."

[princeofhope]

"Close off the damn tunnels an' put up somethin' t'make them see that he's there, like I fuckin' keep on suggestin', but no one ever fuckin' wants t'listen to me." Eridan groans, trying not to roll his eyes too hard. Always like that, it was always like that no matter what he did.

"... I know that. I fuckin' promised that I was gonna protect him." He rubbed half of his face, looking back to him. "I couldn't even do that."

[originaljoe]

"I guess they don't want us havin' ta open 'em again if we need ta run." Joe said with a shrug. He usually listened to Eridan's ideas but the whole "I'm the space dad" thing did get in the way of that at times.

"That's just it. He doesn't need protectin' anymore. It's the people here that do. It's funny. Ya just can never seem ta believe he's the same Gamzee was before."

[princeofhope]

"...Right." Eridan muttered, crossing his arms. "... I feel like I'm startin' t'run out of ideas an' my only real use is startin' to run out." He edges just a bit close to his space dad, but not looking back at him just yet.

"Hm... I know. I couldn't stop him from gettin' that bad, either, " He gently removed the necklace under his shirt. The old rings he toted around to symbolize his quadrants were safely tied to it. He stared at the gem with the subjuggulator's blood color blankly. "The lack of slime, obviously. But... I know he's there, though. He's... gotta be. Sol's still himself, even after all of that bullshit he put himself into."

[originaljoe]

"Kid, ya can't think like that." Joe still was of the opinion that others gave Eridan too little credit. Yes, he'd screwed up but, he was Eridan Ampora and he was the closest thing, no, he was Joe's son. "You're more useful than any a them give you credit for."

Joe sighed and looked to Eridan. "He might be. Who knows if it's even possible to get to him though. This ain't someone stickin' metal in ya and messing with your brain. This is his own body."