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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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.

Dark Future Meme

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