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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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The stone whizzes past him, successfully startling him to break his concentration. The light is much more dim now, like how mushrooms give that faint glow in the dark or something. He's intent of keeping that lit as well as he could.

When he watches the skull roll toward him, he rolled it over carefully, looking to see why he had done that. The symbol. He knows of who he is.

"And you remember that. The symbol is yours. You're Gamzee, Gamzee Makara." He began to explain, turning it against the ground. He reached down and tossed it back to him to the dark. "An indigo blooded troll."

He just growls again, satisfied with how the light has dimmed. That's not so bad.

He doesn't know what the creature is saying now. He traces his symbol on another skull and tosses it to the creature again. The creature seems to like that. The noises he's making are starting to be less irritating and almost soothing. He's even starting to like listening to it.

When it was tossed back to him, he picked the skull up again. He didn't have a clue as to why he was about to do what he did, but he lifted his thumb to his mouth, biting down enough to cause himself to bleed a bit. Where his symbol rest in the skull, he pressed his thumb into it, sliding his finger to draw his own on top of it.

It was almost a bold move, he'd have to figure. After doing so, he tosses it right back. "Try to remember who I am, Gam'. It's Eridan Ampora, the Prince of Hope. ... Your fishybro."

He blinks when the skull comes rolling back to him. There's something else on there now. Blood. That nice bright purple of this creature's. He's made one of those symbols again.

Meaningless. He just licks the blood off and tosses the skull aside.

He really didn't know how to react. He blinks a few times then lifts himself off the ground. This was... going a lot better than expected. He has another bold thought, the wand still clutched between his fingers.

The fishtroll takes a deep breath, and slowly advances forward. He knows that he must pace himself. Few steps at a time. After about six or so, he stops, as if asking permission to continue forward.

The creature is coming closer.

He growls in warning. What does this creature think he's doing? He should know better. He growls again, but the creature keeps approaching. He isn't sure how to react to this. He doesn't really want to kill this one, so why the hell is he testing him?

For now he lets the creature approach, just glaring and snarling.

While he's in mid-step, he realizes that he's still growling. He takes a few deep breaths, gently tossing the wand against the wall. It hits the ground with a soft thud, and it goes out. Along with that, out comes his crosshairs, and they go out to the same direction.

You're throwing yourself at him, he thought to himself, but I have to try...

A soft sigh, and he continued towards him. He was testing him at every step, he knew it. "Do you remember the others, hm? Any of the other trolls, the other humans we were friends with?"

He... was becoming frightful, the closer that he drew. He knew to keep on speaking, it made him at least partially feel better. "What about the WwavveRider? You remember stayin' there? We lived like kings, just the two of us.... it was always great. Finally havin' someone t'share a ship with an' all."

Not good enough. He rears up on two legs and snarls again, clicking his teeth together.

This creature needs to stop underestimating him.

He clearly understood the warning. He stopped yet again when he did as such, looking to see what he can do next. He took off trying to advance forward, there would be no use without having his blood shed. Frankly, Eridan wished to avoid that.

He frowns and takes one last step forward, then sits down again. He would try to advance again later, but for now... this was perfect. He pulled the horn from his coat again, honking it.

The creature is sitting at the edge of his den. And he's not leaving.

He keeps growling, hoping that will drive the creature away, but he just won't leave. He paces, snarls, scratches at the wall and floor and finally plunks down, rumbling. He sits at the edge of his den, only a few feet away and just glares. The creature isn't moving anymore, and he practically dares him to try.

This monster-- No, his matesprit, did not attack. He watched him as he threw a little fit, and then sit down. That stare does little to affect him, he's literally just elated enough to be this close. If Gamzee were to attack him at that moment, he would have been alright with it. Which was odd, he had never been okay with the thought of his death. Hm.

He doesn't stand, he doesn't move, well... okay that's a lie. He moves, but he reaches forward, letting himself lay down flat on his stomach and glance up at him. It's as if he's trying to submit to him, trying to gain permission to move closer to him.

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This creature really doesn't make any sense. He bares his teeth and snarls as the creature almost seems to be trying to crawl closer. Maybe he's just stupid.

Frustrated, he reaches forward and grabs the creature by the back of the neck, lifting him up and holding him closer for inspection. Maybe this creature wants to die. Or maybe he's insane with sickness after the beast bit him before. He doesn't smell like either of those things, though.

That symbol the creature was drawing before is on his chest. The beast taps it with a curious growl.

He was trying to rationalize. Think as this creature does.

He watches his hand reach forward, to grab him and lift him up. He was closer now. This was such a critical time for him. He had to be especially careful, as if he wasn't trying to be already.

Curiosity was high now, but he was mainly just in such a weird state. He was happy, yet still somewhat fearful, but at the same time... he also felt as if he shouldn't be worried about anything yet.

He sees the claw reach out, half expecting it to just pierce him. When it doesn't, he feels it tap against his chest. He glances down to see what he was tapping at, and it was his symbol. "Yeah. That's my symbol." He reaches his hands down, tapping the symbol himself. "I drew it, next to the heart, because we were matesprits. We pitied each other."

Then, he bravely pulls his arms up, placing them ever so gently to his jawline, wary of his mouth. "And I still pity you, I could even go as to say that I fuckin' love the shit out of you, if we brought it out of our own terms."

It's all too confusing. That big, rusty metal wall in his mind just refuses to come down, even if the rust is flaking away.

Still, at least he has something to associate this creature with now. That symbol on his chest; and the heart. He's even willing to let the creature touch him, though he growls a little, half of him wanting to snap his hands off again.

None of it really makes sense, but he decides he doesn't want to kill this creature. He's almost starting to like this creature, even if he keeps making sounds that the beast doesn't understand. He drops the creature rather gracelessly with a snort and then withdraws into his den. He circles it once to indicate that yes, this is his domain, and then plunks down and stares at the creature outside. The intent is obvious; the creature can come in now if he wants.

He had been able to successfully touch him. The last attempt he had realized that he had done it all wrong, this was a different thing to deal with. He was still not registering that he was a troll, but he was at least letting him do these things without having to worry of him dying from the wrong move.

It was nice.

Eventually, he would be dropped, which he landed painfully right on his ass. He watched Gamzee make his way back to his den. Thankfully, Eridan is able to read his body language, or at least catch what he was trying to say. He really didn't have much experience with reading beasts, especially the one Gamzee had become.

Picking himself off the ground again, he glanced back at the weapons he had discarded, figuring they would be alright where they lay, and ventured in. His pace is slow and lax, as if he's not minding at all where he stepped. He hadn't acted like that in a while, he always walked in precision, stiff and ready to act. But this, it was just so carefree, it was almost so odd for him to move as he did.

As he draws closer, he decides on where to sit. He had figured that if he could even touch Gamzee, that sitting close to him wouldn't hurt. He places himself with about a foot or so in between himself and his head, sitting cross-legged and smiling a bit. "Thank you." He dared not to reach out just yet, just in case he needed to back away or something. Such bold and stupid risks he was taking...

The beast rumbles and stares at him. He's content with just sitting here and studying the creature for now, as if trying to figure him out. The den is rather foul, a pile of horns in one corner, blood all over the walls and a collection of heads and skulls all propped up in rows.

He turned his attention off Gamzee to glance about the den, actually seeing what it was. His eyes go to the horn pile, looking in amazement. He had done what he did, he kept them and he had actually piled them. Then his eyes moved to survey the rest of it.

It felt strange, but he felt as if he's seen this before in a way, but not him who had actually seen it.

Either way, his gaze returns to Gamzee, he draws closer, enough distance between him to where he can actually touch him again. He then reaches out again, his hand moves up to his forehead, moving away the hair to press his palm to it.

The beast rumbles almost sleepily at that touch. Yes, he rather likes this creature, for some reason. He makes no move to pull back or get away.

He hums a little in amusement, then dips his head down to press his forehead against Gamzee's. He couldn't believe how large he had gotten in such a time.

Sighing gently, his hands move to his hair, finding their way in to scratch at his scalp. It was just like before, even if they had both very much changed. His voice is hushed when he speaks, rubbing their foreheads together. "I've missed you so much."

Huh. That scratching actually feels...rather good. He sort of flumps onto his side, glaring at the creature and daring him to stop scritching.

Now, why would he stop? He can clearly see that he's enjoying it, moving in small circles as he scratched. "You always did love this." He mused, giving him little kisses on the bridge of his nose. "Which, I don't blame you, I like it a lot, too."

The beast curls up a little and closes his eyes. Whatever this is, it's okay. Nice, even. He's okay with this.

He smiles as he sees his eyes close. Without letting up on the scratches, he slides himself over to his side. His blissful state is extremely contagious, but he... is really hesitant to try to do what he wants to do. Removing one hand from his head, he uses it to try to lift up the other's hand. Let's... see if Gamzee will allow him to cuddle, or if that might be too much.

He's half-asleep now, so barely even reacts as the creature curls up to him.

Since he does not, he removes his other hand to stop scratching his head. He slides himself into his arms, curling up against him. It was so good to have him again, even if he wasn't all there just yet. He would have to work with it, chisel at the wall that lay in front of the memories and habits that he used to have.

For now, this is perfect. He's basically what he always feared he would become one day, unable to take to what he loved. If he could forget about all of the fighting, the business with Sacrosanct, everything for just even a small amount of time and pretend that everything was just a dream... well, he'd be so happy for that.

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