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Who: YOU! And Sascha...kind of.
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Various places
When: now!
Bloodsport
[ When Sascha wakes at his usual time of "when everyone sensible has gone to bed", it isn't really Sascha that wakes up per say. It's still his body, his memories and feelings and experiences are still there...but there's also more. Much more. The one who opens his eyes slowly and finds himself under the paw of an oversized wolf isn't the forgetful and over-affectionate creature who thinks himself a vampire, but someone else entirely.
Someone he used to be. Is? The conflicting memories and thoughts that assault him are disorienting enough that he defaults to autopilot as he pulls himself from beneath Bigby's limbs, giving his fur a habitual pat--but he's quick to leave after that. Those habits aren't his and the wolf, not his companion. He has never shared the company of anyone while he's slept. Predators don't lie with their prey, they don't socialize with them and befriend them as he...no, Sascha, apparently has.
He doesn't stumble into the halls nor show any other telltale signs of distress, but the way he carries himself and moves with a much calmer, more solemn demeanour doesn't fit the goofball vampire who normally roams the halls so late at night. There's definitely a different feel to him now.
It's not Sascha's habit but one entirely his own that drives him to pass by the rooms of each of his crew mates one by one, effectively stalking them and getting a sense of the real versus his memories. So, Bloodsport. The question here is are you awake, and do you have the heeb-jeebs yet? ]
Iskaulit + Other ships
[ There's an immense feeling of discord that comes from waking with the thoughts and memories of someone you've never been as though you were placed on top of an already considerably sizable amount. It's kind of like waking up one day and suddenly remembering hundreds upon hundreds of lives you've never actually lived even though it feels like you have. The creature that would be Sascha is experiencing that now: he knows the Fleet and doesn't. He's met the strange humans and mutants and others here, but hasn't. He can remember that each evening Sascha wakes he hops from ship to ship to check on certain individuals--a habit he breaks immediately when he heads to the Iskaulit instead after scoping out the Bloodsport.
It's irritating. Strange. He's not sure what he'd expected to happen once he had given into hunger and desperation and devoured himself all those years ago...but it certainly wasn't this. To remember who and what he is, why Sascha's never known any of that, and why he now chooses to keep more to himself than seek out his 'usuals.'
And of course by keeping to himself, I mean he's been straying downwind of the fox area, silently staring and stalking as he debates the point of hunting any of them when he knows it will do nothing to abate his hunger. The same goes for the others aboard the Iskaulit...they make for a much more tempting meal.
Heck, so does everyone else aboard the Atroma's fleet. So if your character happens to be unlucky enough to be wandering alone at this late hour they might just get the sense of being followed. Or hunted, depending on how good that sixth sense is.
Or you could just run into him on the Iskaulit being aloof and creepy. That works too. ]
[ ooc; for those not on my plurk SASCHA IS AUGMENT GLITCHING BACK THE MEMORIES AND PERSONALITY HE USED TO HAVE before he actually became "Sascha." Which means he's old and tired and he eats humans in his spare time so clearly this means you should come on by.
feel free to hit me up on plurk @ owlits/PM me if you wanna plot anything! ]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Various places
When: now!
Bloodsport
[ When Sascha wakes at his usual time of "when everyone sensible has gone to bed", it isn't really Sascha that wakes up per say. It's still his body, his memories and feelings and experiences are still there...but there's also more. Much more. The one who opens his eyes slowly and finds himself under the paw of an oversized wolf isn't the forgetful and over-affectionate creature who thinks himself a vampire, but someone else entirely.
Someone he used to be. Is? The conflicting memories and thoughts that assault him are disorienting enough that he defaults to autopilot as he pulls himself from beneath Bigby's limbs, giving his fur a habitual pat--but he's quick to leave after that. Those habits aren't his and the wolf, not his companion. He has never shared the company of anyone while he's slept. Predators don't lie with their prey, they don't socialize with them and befriend them as he...no, Sascha, apparently has.
He doesn't stumble into the halls nor show any other telltale signs of distress, but the way he carries himself and moves with a much calmer, more solemn demeanour doesn't fit the goofball vampire who normally roams the halls so late at night. There's definitely a different feel to him now.
It's not Sascha's habit but one entirely his own that drives him to pass by the rooms of each of his crew mates one by one, effectively stalking them and getting a sense of the real versus his memories. So, Bloodsport. The question here is are you awake, and do you have the heeb-jeebs yet? ]
Iskaulit + Other ships
[ There's an immense feeling of discord that comes from waking with the thoughts and memories of someone you've never been as though you were placed on top of an already considerably sizable amount. It's kind of like waking up one day and suddenly remembering hundreds upon hundreds of lives you've never actually lived even though it feels like you have. The creature that would be Sascha is experiencing that now: he knows the Fleet and doesn't. He's met the strange humans and mutants and others here, but hasn't. He can remember that each evening Sascha wakes he hops from ship to ship to check on certain individuals--a habit he breaks immediately when he heads to the Iskaulit instead after scoping out the Bloodsport.
It's irritating. Strange. He's not sure what he'd expected to happen once he had given into hunger and desperation and devoured himself all those years ago...but it certainly wasn't this. To remember who and what he is, why Sascha's never known any of that, and why he now chooses to keep more to himself than seek out his 'usuals.'
And of course by keeping to himself, I mean he's been straying downwind of the fox area, silently staring and stalking as he debates the point of hunting any of them when he knows it will do nothing to abate his hunger. The same goes for the others aboard the Iskaulit...they make for a much more tempting meal.
Heck, so does everyone else aboard the Atroma's fleet. So if your character happens to be unlucky enough to be wandering alone at this late hour they might just get the sense of being followed. Or hunted, depending on how good that sixth sense is.
Or you could just run into him on the Iskaulit being aloof and creepy. That works too. ]
[ ooc; for those not on my plurk SASCHA IS AUGMENT GLITCHING BACK THE MEMORIES AND PERSONALITY HE USED TO HAVE before he actually became "Sascha." Which means he's old and tired and he eats humans in his spare time so clearly this means you should come on by.
feel free to hit me up on plurk @ owlits/PM me if you wanna plot anything! ]
iskaulit sometime aw yeah
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Is something watching him? He feels like something is watching him.
It's a familiar feeling, at least; he's hunted enough to know. He doesn't have anything drawn; he's got his hands pocketed, but he's also ready to pull his knife or gun if he needs to. Right now he's just hoping for a talk. Just a talk.]
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That being said? He most certainly is watching and stalking Sam when he enters far enough into the portion of the Iskaulit that Sascha occupies. He can't not; it's a gathering place for prey, and even if he's yet to actually eat anyone he can't help the eye or inclination he has for it.
In Sam's case that means navigating the halls around him from time to time to see where he goes, idly licking his lips and wondering if he might be able to convince himself to eat this one. Because all others up to this point (Nami and Kara included) have left a displeasure in his gut at the thought and it's starting to get annoying. ]
Hunting for something? [ He addresses Sam from behind, carefully and rather expertly having come up behind with little sound. The reason for that being of course that he's divested himself of his shoes; the sort of thing he would have done as himself, long ago. ]
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Sam stops mid-step, glancing over his shoulder with a passive look — carefully, he's shed any sign of hostility. He just smiles mildly instead with the guise of an acquaintance running into another in the halls. Not that of a hunter prepared to swing a blade.]
Hunting for something to do, maybe. Now that we're off the planet, I kinda admit, I miss it.
You being good?
[He already is well aware you haven't been an angel, for sure.
But.
He's giving you the chance to tell him what the fuck you've been up to, Mr. Vampire. And of course, giving a chance for things to not go sour. If the guy has any awareness at all, maybe they can nip this in the bud, get Sascha some professional help or something. Surely someone has advice for a vampire aboard this fleet.
He keeps his hands in his pockets, a casual sway to his posture.]
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He acts casual, but the Sheol has seen his share of men willing to do whatever is necessary when faced with a threat, and he sees that in Sam now as he lifts a brow a tad incredulously. ]
Been...good. [ Wow. ]
I do not think I am "good" by any human standard.
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[Yeah, Sam sees it instantly. He may not know Sascha very well, but he's seen him around enough — to be expected, when they're all confined to a limited space on a fleet of ships. But this guy, this guy is... not the same. He's different, and Sam gets the eerie sensation of looking into a mirror. Because he was soulless, once. The change is that uncanny.
Who knows what the cause is, but... This doesn't look good.]
You seem — different than usual.
What's up with you?
[He's playing it cautious. He'll work up to the more concerning shit.]
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He's probably the only one who will get the morbid humour of it. ]
I don't remember you. [ He steps forward, but not towards Sam directly. It's more...circling. Sizing him up, debating whether he'd like to try a taste. ]
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Sounds like you're having an augment glitch, then. I heard you've been a bit of a biter.
[Do I have to try to kill you off, is the question.]
I can't let you do that. Certain lines being crossed is kind of a problem.
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I did apologize.
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You bit my friend to taste her.
It's serious. Do you need to be put under surveillance until this blows over?
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I would think actually eating her would be considered "serious." She should have recovered by now.
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Actually eating her would be grounds to hunt you and take you out, no questions.
Doesn't make this any less serious. How reliable are you not to bite anyone again? How is your vampirism transferred?
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It's what you are, isn't it? A vampire?
[Or is this going to be centuries more confusing.]
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I am Sheol. I don't suppose you've heard of them, though.
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Sheol — that's an afterlife from the Hebrew bible, full of darkness.
A final resting place for the dead.
I'm guessing that's not your deal, though.
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I am usually what one would see in their final moments before I eat them.
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You're not eating anyone here. You should probably wipe that idea from your brain.
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It is what I am. I can't simply cease to be that because you command it. Or can you spontaneously change your needs for survival?
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If that's your argument, you can see how our needs for survival are keeping you from hurting us. If you can't control what you are, we need to put you on lock-down until you revert back. I can't let you wander around hurting anyone. Biting or otherwise.
[He stands a bit straighter, expression grim.]
We're not your snacks, we're not your meals.
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It's why I haven't eaten all of you yet. [ He smiles, but it's not condescending or sarcastic in the least. It only carries faint mirth if anything because...well, it's true. A Sheol without control would have gone on a hunger-fuelled massacre by now. ]
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[He says it in the you're full of shit way.]
... I'm not going anywhere until you stay somewhere and get monitored until this augment glitch wears off. You're a liability to the people on board. If you weren't you wouldn't have hurt someone already.
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I'm alerting everyone to your crap. Now are you gonna put yourself under watch so you don't try to hurt anymore people or not? Hell, have you hurt anyone else? Killed anyone here?
[If you answer with kill, he's gonna come at you with a blade. Just F Y I.]
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I do hope you won't feel the same sense of vengeance over animals.
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How sure are you that you're gonna leave the people here alone, huh?
Because no offense, you're off to a really crap track record.
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