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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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Name: Gamzee
Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Older, taller, wickedly long horns that he keeps sharpened. He looks like the Grand Highblood now.
Summary: He escaped just fine, joined the resistance just fine, even subsisted on worm blood for a little while just fine. But there was no sopor slime on the planet, and worm blood just didn't have the same calming effect. After a month, he disappeared into the tunnels and never came back.

These days, he's known as "that thing in the tunnels," a monster on par with and sometimes worse than the worms. His mind is completely gone and he's little more than a wild animal now, living off of worms and wanderers who get lost in the tunnels. He kills and often tortures everyone he comes across, and is said to be creating a collection of heads somewhere. He has destroyed entire camps before, and doesn't discriminate between Asphodel natives and Sacrosanct agents. Robot heads are no different than people heads.

Occasionally people will send strike teams into the tunnels to track and kill him. Those who return claim to have never found anything at all, except for a few bones.

Kanaya lurks in the tunnels. She lurks everywhere, even though she glows so bright that it can hurt sometimes. She hears tales of the thing that lurks in the tunnels from resistance members when she hisses at them, grabs their heads tight and forces them to tell everything they know. So she goes looking for it in her spare time, when she isn't murdering Resistance members and pressing against Sollux's shield until her body nearly gives out.

If she finds it and it's someone she thinks fits into one of the blank spaces in her mind, maybe she can make it tell her more. If it doesn't, then she'll kill it. It won't be hard. Killing isn't that hard anymore.

The monster knows she's here.

Of course he does. This place is his. The tunnels are his. The worms, the humans, the aliens, the machines, they all think the tunnels are theirs.

Stupid motherfuckers.

He clings to the ceiling of a high cavern, hidden behind stalactites. The desiccated remains of a worm are on the floor below, an old kill. He watches her come to the cavern.

There's no familiarity. Nothing. No whispers in the darkness. She's just another meal.

Kanaya moves deeper into the cavern, steps onto the work and doesn't even pull her foot back in disgust. Her legs are mostly metal now and it isn't as if hygiene is something to care about in the tunnels. She kicks the body aside and looks around, finding nothing so far. Only bones, just like the Resistance member said.

'This isn't what I was hoping for,' she thinks, 'This is the opposite of what I wanted.'

He growls at her from the cavern ceiling and then flashsteps away, to the other end. Let her be confused. Let her feel fear, if she can.

It makes the meat sweeter.

Nothing frustrates Kanaya more than taunting tactics, which is what this feels like. Luring her into traps is a tactic that has been tried more times than she can count and something in her panics at the thought of being restrained. But the panic has long since surned to anger, cold and hard and unyielding. Kanaya hisses into the darkness and jumps, digging her claws into the ceiling and pulling so her legs can latch on too. She scuttles around for a moment before heading towards the back of the cavern.

"Where are you currently concealing yourself? Hiding for a prolonged period of time is something I wouldn't advise."

He rasps out a laugh, like stones scraping together. This glowy one is quick. Bright and shiny and clinging to the ceiling as he does. He flashsteps in a circle around her, still laughing. She sounds confident. That won't last.

Kanaya stares at the blurs that he leaves behind, calm and cold and generally irritated. She keeps trying to work that irritation down into nothing. Getting angry always gets her more hurt than needed. She breathes (why?) and then shifts one of her arms into a chainsaw and sweeps it in a wide arc around her.

Oh, how fun. Part metalbeast as well. They're always fun to rip apart. They never have blood, but all these neat little pieces always fall out. He collects the more interesting bits.

He waits for her sweep to finish, then moves in silently behind her and launches himself at her back without a sound.

Kanaya takes the tackle full force and hisses, kicking her lags out and swinging her chainsaw arm backwards to try and slice open a major vein or artery. Her other hand reached back and attempt to clamp onto anything within reach so that she can drain the blood.

Worst case scenario, it's something that will make her sick, which is okay because it will be dead by then. Best case scenario, it's something that will make her feel better, which is also okay.

He ducks the chainsaw, but misses the needles and snarls when they dig in to his shoulder. That was unexpected. He reacts immediately, thrashing and wrapping her hand in a crushing grip to wrench her away, probably breaking a few needles in the process. He aims a bite at her other wrist, hoping to take her other hand off before she can swing that blade again.

The bite strikes hard and dents the metal, stopping the saw but not taking her arm clean off. She isn't going down. Not now, not ever. There is too much that she wants to know and his blood...

It's good and it fills her up and makes her glow a little brighter before it's diluted by the synthetic blood pumping into her. She pulls her head back and cranes her head down, attempting to stab him with her horns, to make him bleed a little more. She wants more of that blood. She needs it.

He darts backward as she stabs with her horns, one of them opening a shallow scrape on his neck. Once he's away, he leaps back and snags another stalactite. Then he tears another stalactite clean off the ceiling and throws it at her, pointed end first.

The close call he had some time ago not only made him completely wary of what he did, but it made him think much of what he was doing. He knew he could reach out to Gamzee. It was small in the way he had before, but he knew he was in there. Somewhere.

He tried small tactics. Calling out to the edge of the tunnel and then leaving, leaving food with notes (though he figured that he wouldn't even read the notes he left), even leaving horns and such at the entrance... just doing just little things before he could even see the beast get close. He was wary, but he tried to reach out to him in the ways he could.

This time, he came with food and a few familiar objects that the subjuggulator had seen before. He was giving up his meal to try to see if he could rationalize with a beast. It was going to be such a slim chance, and he had no way of really absconding this time, but fuck it all.

He was going to do this or he was going to die, and he accepted this... much to his own dismay. He enters the tunnel he lurks most again, ready to do this.

Things had been strange. Strange in the way it was when a new predator arrived to try and claim territory, or strange in the way it was when prey learned new tactics. His viciousness always paid off in the end, and the intruder was driven off or the prey was outsmarted and killed, but this was different. Someone was leaving things for him. He didn't mind the food, but the someone left objects too. Items. He thought at first they were trophies, maybe an attempt for the prey to dissuade his attacks. They'd done that before and it hadn't worked; he could not be appeased.

There was something about these items though. They grated on him like skin on rust. He had taken to collecting some of them, the ones that made sounds, and leaving them in piles in his numerous dens.

The piles were oddly comfortable to sleep in.

He had even seen the someone who was leaving the food and things for him. The fish-smelling creature he had almost killed before.

He couldn't be appeased, but he could be bored or full or uninterested. Whatever it was, he decided not to attack this one again. This one was curious. Interesting to watch. He wanted to know why this one left things for him. He had strange things protecting him as well, that light that hurt; it wouldn't do to underestimate this one again.

The prey creature has returned again. Food again, and more items. The beast clung to the ceiling and watched him, rumbling a little from the shadows.

The more he walked in, he carefully listened to every sound... just until he began to quietly hum a tune to himself. It didn't last long, just until he came to his stopping place. He was completely unaware of where he was, but he knew he was at least somewhat nearby.

Leaning down, he leaves the food where it is, and seems as if he's turning again to leave. Instead, he spaces himself with feet between himself and the food, sitting down. Part of him still screamed do not sit, don't try this, get the fuck out of there right now but, he ignored it.

He held up a horn, squeezing it hard until it seemed to be pained, then did it again. He knew this would drag him out if nothing else would.

The tune means nothing to him. Just more noises that prey creatures make sometimes. He growls a little when this one sits down near the food, but doesn't touch it. What is this one expecting? For the beast to come out and be ambushed?

But this one has no reinforcements (except for that light bringer) that he can sense. The beast hast he advantage here. These are his tunnels. He could drop down on this little prey and tear it to pieces if he wanted.

If he wanted.

That new sound. It makes him snarl slightly. His horn pile makes those sounds...

Horn pile...?

He dropped to the ground and retreated into the shadows growling again at the prey creature. That food is looking good, but he's not coming out just yet.

"Gamzee."

He wants to shorten his name, he wants to call him by his affectionate nicknames, but he wants to try to reach out in simple ways first. He honks the horn again.

"Hi Gamzee." He's trying to mask the fear in his voice, smiling a bit. It's weird, smiling at all. It's rare for him to even do that much at all. "We're alone. It's just you, myself, and the horns." He pulls another from behind the cloak he wore, giving it a honk as well.

He clicks his teeth together each time the horn--that's what it is, right?--sounds. They bounce off of something in his subconscious, and it's annoying because he can't figure out what it is.

He snarls a warning when the prey sounds the horn another time, then he darts forward and grabs up the food before drawing back into the darkness. He eats noisily, watching the creature and his horns from out of sight.

He gives them another honk, just before he pulls the food into the shadows. As much as it frightened him, he doesn't reach out, he doesn't try to do anything.

He had no intention of standing up, nor did he have any intention of trying to move from the spot he was in. "Can you still honk like before?" He asks the great beast, clearing his throat a bit. He hadn't done it in a while, but he tried to mimic the sound of the horns. He honked a few times, which he couldn't come close to the sound that he had made sweeps prior, but it was... similar to the sound.

The beast ignores him. The creature is just making more sounds, ones he can't comprehend. And something that sounds similar to the horns, a little.

Weird creature.

He isn't sure what the creature wants from him. Not that he would give it. He owes nothing to this thing. Even if the creature has been leaving food for him.

Still, maybe there's something he can do to make this creature bring more food. He dashes off into the darkness until he finds one of his dens nearby.

A moment later a horn honks from the shadows.

He honked the horn back at him.

It's childish, but it... it's great. Eridan is just happy enough that he hasn't tried to kill him yet. It's almost as if one stone had been removed from him, the many that he was trapped under. He can't figure out if it was from him or if it was from one of the horns, but he honks again, trying to make it sound more like a honk. In fact, to make sure he could figure out what he was doing, he does it again and then honks the horn.

It's like communication. Which is strange, because it doesn't involve blood and fighting. He communicates just fine with the other one in here, the other beast, the female one. That's all spoken with claws and teeth and broken bones.

Was communication ever any different?

He honks the horn again from the blackness and rumbles again. He's starting to like this creature. Maybe he'll keep him alive for now.

The more he stayed, the more he was wanting to not return. He wanted to fix this. He wanted to fix what he couldn't stop before, even if he knew that it couldn't have been stopped. The future can be changed, and he's trying his hardest to make it be even partially fixed. "Can y'come out where I can see you?" He's getting more confident as he speaks, still keeping his tone cheerful and light.

He honks both horns this time, just to see what reaction it would gauge from the monster that lurked.

Edited 2012-02-08 19:22 (UTC)

Two horns. Fine. He growls a little, in annoyance or maybe curiosity. Then he picks up a second horn and returns the sound.

The creature is making those talking noises at him again. They always do that. Usually it's begging or reasoning, noises tinged with fear and desperation. This one sounds calmer.

He stays safely in the dark, munching the last of the food and watching the creature warily.

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