[open] SUPERJAIL

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & you
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit: Discovery One
When:

[ So by now at least some people should be aware that Sascha isn't...him. Sam's made sure of that. But luckily it actually wasn't too hard to round him up? Really all that happened was Kara asking and him agreeing to "stay put" until it either wore off or they figured something out. It's not like he has any plans to be anywhere, and worst case scenario? He can just outlive them all if worse comes to worst.

Being under house arrest in a lecture hall isn't really that bad. He gets to keep the lights off at all times, every now and again they have someone bring meat in... It's actually rather peaceful. Dull, mind you--but very peaceful.

He's the perfect model prisoner! So the question is...do you dare visit? ]



[ ooc; this is the last post for Sascha's glitch! After this he'll be returning to his herp-derp self, but if you'd like to visit him in superjail, come on by! and as always you can hit me up on plurk if you have any questions @ owlits ♥ ]

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[apurrstate]

[He'd heard about Sascha, it apparently happened while he was out and part of him feels bad for that. Maybe he could have helped. Or maybe he simply would have gotten in the way.

Everything was falling down around him after he woke back up, but he could still control whether he visited a friend or not.

It wouldn't be the first time a friend of his was called a monster.

When he steps into the dark room, he waits as the door shuts and blocks out the light again. He was sorely tempted to make a light in his hand, if only to see by, but resisted. He didn't want to harm Sascha's eyes like he nearly did the last time he'd displayed his powers.]

Hello?

[pneumo]

[ It's an amount of consideration he appreciates, especially given that some people just waltz in and turn the lights on without warning and effectively blind him. Like Kitty.

He hears the door open and the approach, but it's not until Anders speaks that he can summon up the memory of just who's come to visit. ]

...Good evening. It is evening, correct? [ He hasn't bothered to check his communicator. The lighting hurts his eyes even with the shades. ]

[apurrstate]

It is.

[The voice he's greeted with tells him more than the words could, like all the shine and light had been sapped from it. He couldn't even claim to know Sascha all that well, their interactions far more shallow than he'd like now, but even he knew it sounded wrong.]

They say you're no longer Sascha. Is that really true? Or is this simply another side of you?

I'd like to understand.

[pneumo]

I'm as much Sascha as I am anyone who came before him I suppose... [ he sighs and sits up some, glancing over. ]

To put it simply, I am him, before he forgot.

[apurrstate]

Forgot what?

[His eyes adjusting better, Anders moved to find somewhere to lean so he wasn't simply standing in front of the door awkwardly.]

You're very different, it must have been something very important that he forgot.

[pneumo]

Forgot he was me. [ He shrugs, eyes following Anders as he moves around to find someplace comfortable to lean. ]

[apurrstate]

[That...kind of made sense. In a way. But not in a good way.]

Why? Why did he forget?

[There's a small moment of hesitation before he asks:]

Is there something I can do for you to help?

[pneumo]

Not unless you know how to kill something immortal. [ He's only half joking. ]

[apurrstate]

[Nothing was truly immortal, at least not where he came from. But even if he had ideas, he wasn't about to plant them in...not-Sascha's head.]

Do you really want to die? Is there nothing you can think of that's worth living for?

[He shook his head.]

It doesn't matter either way, you're my friend, I don't want you to get hurt.

[pneumo]

I've been alive a long time and in a few short decades I will have outlived all of you and watched you die. I am the last of my kind and the only thing that awaits me is an eternity of hunger.

It's honestly not that appealing. [ But he can understand Anders's sentiment. ]

[apurrstate]

[Anders winced and frowned.]

I...see why that might not be your first choice. I see why you might have wanted to forget, too.

I'm sorry.

[pneumo]

It's alright. [ He sighs and then sinks back against the couch he's currently occupying, eyes closed for a moment before he opens them and offers a wry smile. ]

It's not usually a concept humans try to work their minds around. It's okay.

[apurrstate]

[Anders ran a hand down his face.]

I don't know that my ideas would work either in your case; I honestly wish I could help you.

[He gave a wry laugh.]

Don't suppose there's anything else?

[pneumo]

Nothing that will work any longer, no. [ he's tried eating himself. It only works for so long. ]

[apurrstate]

[He nods, sometimes there simply wasn't anything you could do to help.]

Then, perhaps, I ought to leave you in peace, I simply wanted to check and make sure you were safe and unharmed.

Feel free to call me if you get too bored in the middle of the night or if anyone tries to hurt you.

[He wasn't going to address why Sascha was in here, it wasn't his place to comment or judge, but he knew people and he knew people liked to seek revenge for wrongs, perceived or otherwise.]