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singularityderp2012-02-05 08:26 pm
notyourchauffeur) wrote in singularityderp2012-02-05 08:26 pm
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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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Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: A BALL OF HAIR. SERIOUSLY. ONE GIANT TANGLE, DAVESPRITE STILL HAS HER HAIRBRUSH. THAT ASSHOLE. HE PROBS USES IT TO COMB HIS BEARD OR SOMETHING. FUCKER.
Okay no. Taller, longer horns, blue eyes, more fangorious - all the troll basics. More hair than should be allowed. Still built like puberty ain't a thing.
Summary: Escaped with the majority of the other Hamsteaks when shit went down. Was pretty okay with things until Davesprite got caught - trolls without a moirail can be pretty unstable. Vriska was kind of unstable even with one. DO THE MATH.
She's not completely off-the-walls batshit, but she's a lot more like she used to be back on Alternia: antisocial, short-tempered (even more so than usual 8I) and prone to extreme violence when provoked. Her attention-seeking behaviour has largely stopped, but her lack of self-preservation has only worsened: she volunteers for every dangerous job going regardless of whether she's well-suited to it or not.
Girl be messed up, yo. She's still completely lucid and entirely herself, but that's not really very fun any more. ABLOOBLOO.
still the most awkward bbs to ever fall into a relationship?
It feels like they'd had this conversation way too many times to count. He could almost see how she'd respond in his mind. While John was usually working support, Vriska volunteered for every dangerous mission, and he worried over her. But a Matesprit is not a Moirail, and Vriska had predictably taken Davesprite's capture the worst out of all of them. He had been trying to keep himself absorbed in work, but he still was worried about Vriska to an insane degree.
"You need to pull back on these missions. I'm really getting worried. You're not letting yourself rest."
Said the pot to the kettle.
NATURALLY OMG 83
There's a flatness to the delivery that's been there ever since Davesprite's disappearance. It takes her a few seconds before her thinkpan kicks into gear - be nice, duh, it's John - and she injects some levity back into her tone.
"Meaning I will be fiiiiiiiine, duh. Immortal. Invincible! Can't be tamed. Your face needs more rest."
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He limps through the hallways, a light red trail of blood passing behind him. Why should he care? He's a god. He doesn't deserve any of this, dying while dragging Jade back kicking and screaming from robot hell isn't fucking just and it's definitely not heroic. He's not a hero yet. John's missing but alive and Bro died from his shitty reflexes and-
He slams the door open with his shoulder, ignoring the sudden shooting pain down his entire side, and storms forward towards the formless mass of black hair. He tries to say something, to make some words come out of some sort, but all he can manage as he grabs her by the shoulder and turns her to face him is a sharp, angry hiss.
The thing is still circulating bile and anger and rage through his body from his fight with Jade. He needs an outlet, someone to scream at or fight or something. And straddling the troll in front of him for what is possibly the angriest, bloodiest, most half-dead kiss in the history of paradox space certainly seems like one way to do it.
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Alright, the disappointment she feels every time Dave returns alive isn't entirely genuine - as evidenced by the clingy ferocity of her kisses - but it's there. It's not that she doesn't want him to come back. She needs him around (not that she'll ever admit it with words, jegus), and yet —
She can't help but be bitter. The better Dave got lost or taken or killed or grub-knows-what. And yet Shitstain McCooldouche gets to come back alive, over and over again?
It's not fair, and she despises him for it.
"Hate you hate you hate you hate you."
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She regards her fellow Hero of Light's body briefly as more blue blood leaks out, soaking into her floor. She hadn't seen how she died, but she's pretty sure she knows. At least, she hopes she does. She hopes her incredibly low opinion of Vriska is correct and she wasn't stupid enough to get herself killed through an act that the universe might construe as heroic (she didn't want to consider it being the alternative).
A couple minutes pass, and then a couple more. She removes her hood and her shades, placing her hands over her eyes. She's tired. She hasn't slept since before they'd left on their assignment, and when she'd found Vriska's corpse, she'd done her best to keep it hidden until she could bring it back here. She wracks her brain, trying to think of how long it's been since she found the body. She knows there's a delay sometimes, but does it usually take this long? When another few minutes pass, and nothing happens, she's dreading the worst. What if she's already respawned on the station? What if Hypatia has another God Tier at her disposal now. How in God's name is she going to tell that to John and Strider and Karkat?
She almost kicks Vriska. Instead, she just stomps her feet in the pool of blood and turns her back on the body.
"If you leave me alone with them like this, I swear I will bring you back myself just to kill you again, Serket..."
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Mere seconds after she does just that, wispy tendrils of multicoloured smoke begin curling around Vriska's corpse. After a minute or two of overly-flashy lighting effects and rainbow bullshittery, she's as good as new.
There's no thanks for her rescuer, though. Instead Vriska wipes her bloody hands on her pants, sits up and examines her surroundings with something in between disinterest and disgust.
"Your block is a shithive."
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She only turns back around after Vriska's spoken. She didn't expect any thanks, so she's not the least bit disappointed when they come. She feels relieved, vilified and a little bit angry that Vriska's death was, in fact, not heroic in the slightest. Cowardly? Possible. Idiotic? Almost definitively. She places her shades back on as she regards Vriska, masking her eyes. It's only then that she dwells on Vriska's voice and how different it is from normal. Then, she realizes, she can't remember the last time she spoke to Vriska face to face.
"With how long you were out, I'd actually began to wonder if you may have managed to commit an act that may be construed as something besides idiotic and suicidal. How foolish I was for daring to dream." Her voice is hoarse, despite not raising it once. "At least tell me it was merely as stupid as a lapse in spatial awareness and that you didn't just let something kill you."
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"Don't be globes-ass retarded. Like I'd let something kill me!" She brings a hand up to her face, examining the still-dirty nails for a second before wiggling her fingers. "Lost a couple of fingers to one of those robots with the laser things. So I killed myself to get them back!"
Wiggle, wiggle.
"See. Good as new. But thanks for the free ride back planetside! Totally appreciate it."
And she goes back to scraping little blue flakes off her hands again. Vriska Serket: classiest houseguest.
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"I'm unaware if your brain or pan or whatever you want to call it has rotted so thoroughly as you're determined to make it seem, but I'll remind you that you were dead for several hours. Put your brain to use and take a moment to imagine exactly what, say, Hypatia could've done to you while you were you left deceased and defenseless for several hours, Serket."
Then, she lets go, her disgust all too apparent, even with those shitty irony shades masking her eyes. "Rest assured, I only ferried you here to avoid a circumstance where we'd have another God Tier hunting us down. J--" She pauses, shakes her head, and continues. "One is more than enough."
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He always made sure those who were to be going out on a mission knew what they were up against. The sweeps hadn't been too kind for him in particular, but he tried to keep his chin up. He had even been careful as to not poke her in the wrong direction too much, not wanting to provoke her.
Sigh. Being dangerous is horrible and he hates it. He reclined back in the chair, scribbling in his journal. He... had taken to writing down everything, trying not to forget anything at all, no matter how unimportant it seemed to be. He stops, and glances up to her, staring with his good eye.
"... Also I am still fuckin' incredibly jealous of you."
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And ever?
And ever?
"Don't talk to me like I'm a wiggler." She's not angry, exactly - the response is more cold than anything. "I always know what I'm doing. Which is probably why you're jealous."
...Which is bullshit and they both know it. But still.
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"It was a friendly reminder from a friend. I wasn't fuckin' talkin' t'you like I'm your superior or somethin'," He told her with such a dead pan tone to it. Business as usual for the two of them.
That stare that she had given him? Right back, just... only half of what she had, since. Haha... yeah. "... Yes, Serket. That's exactly why I'm jealous of you."