[open!]

[pneumo]

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! ]

Comments

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[namisan]

[YES WELL. Nami is not in her room, so hah.

Nami is up in the middle of the night purely because she was on late shift at the Space Bar this evening. So it's about three in the morning when she wings her way back to the Bloodsport via shuttle, yawning and running a hand through her hair and veering into the bathroom briefly before bed. Just gonna wash up some and go get some sleep, you know how it is.]

[pneumo]

[ ...Yes and no. Sascha remembers things like indoor plumbing and the finer things that the future brings, but his original self? Is not so used to such rituals. It's really weird to recall the memories but have no real connection to them.

He decides to push back as much of Sascha's interference as he can for the moment when Nami's fresh and lively scent runs across his nose. It hits him with a pang of hunger Sascha would never openly acknowledge as he changes course to follow, silent and careful. Effectively stalking her, basically--a quick bite to remind himself of the taste of human flesh. ]

Iskaulit

[takingkarabusiness]

[ Kara is wandering on the Iskaulit, probably heading to the gardens to walk around in the absence of sleep. she spots him and waves cheerily ]

Sascha! Hi!

[ if he's got a strong nose, she doesn't smell human ]

[pneumo]

[ Argon Sascha doesn't react. Although technically speaking he isn't Sascha right now; the person he used to be never gave himself a name so when Kara calls out? He doesn't react to it simply because it's not his name.

What he does react to however is her scent once it hits, and he can indeed tell that she doesn't smell quite like a human. But what he's most interested in is that she looks pleased to see him, and it takes a moment of searching his muddled bunch of memories to parse enough together to realize she's probably met who he becomes. Has?

It's hard to figure out. ]

...Good evening.

Iskaulit

[passingthrough]

[He's just being aloof when Kitty catches sight of him before heading the library to get some new books.] Sascha, hey. [She smiles and heads toward him.]

o mama

[pneumo]

[ Well this is going to be a can of worms. "Sascha" of course doesn't look up when she calls out the name, simply because he doesn't have one. Only the person he becomes uses that title.

No, what draws his attention is the sound of her footsteps and the incredibly familiar scent she carries. Sascha's so attached and attuned to it that the moment he catches a whiff he looks up in search for its source and finds...someone that provokes a heck of a lot more feeling than he's used to having. He's never really cared much about humans before, in the same way a human might not care a whole lot about a baby chick without direct exposure to it.

But with Kitty it's like a whole flurry of flags go up at once, and for once he actually finds himself momentarily paralyzed by the rush.

He wasn't prepared for that, wow. ]

........

Hel--hi. Kitty. [ Sascha wouldn't say "hello" to her. Not like this. ]

Bloodsport

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby doesn't really wake up when Sascha wriggles free. He does this, comes and goes, and it's happened enough that the wolf just sort of blearily peers and rolls into another position to go back to sleep. He assumes Sascha's off to find Kitty, or Kurt, or Winn, or just to generally be inappropriate at someone.

He also doesn't worry about it when he goes and gets breakfast, cooking up some meat. or warming it enough that it usually brings Sascha running if he's anywhere on the ship.]

[pneumo]

[ Honestly under normal circumstances? That's exactly what would happen there and Bigby isn't wrong for thinking so in the least. It's just that in this particular case Sascha isn't Sascha at the moment and even when Bigby heats up food at the usual time, the vampire fails to show.

In fact he won't so much as poke his head in the entire meal--completely uncharacteristic of Sascha. He's never missed a meal, whether he eats or not. ]

iskaulit sometime aw yeah

[collegedropout]

[Sam's exuding his own paranoid aura as he travels through the Iskaulit; he's looking for you, Sascha, wants to check in and see what the hell is going on. He was informed by Nami that things aren't quite right. And after the shit you've pulled before? He's not leaving this to chance. He may be the more morally gray hunter around here, but it doesn't mean he's gonna just skip around happily with a questionable vampire, thanks.

......

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.]

wooooo

[pneumo]

[ Rude, calling it shit he pulled before. It was harmless late-night surprise cuddling. Totally better than late-night surprise nipping, which is what he actually wound up doing to Nami. They are completely, totally different things.

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. ]

[winn]

[ unlucky enough to be wandering alone at this late hour? that's practically winn's middle name! yes, it's a long strange name, but what do you expect of the parents who would name their kid win-slow-shot? his insomnia has reared its ugly head in full force since he's awoken from his coma. maybe it's because he's overloaded on sleep, maybe it's because they took to space again, or maybe...maybe it's just because his paranoia has been turned up to 11, and then given an extra spin over to 99 (it's probably the paranoia thing). either way, winn's back to wandering the halls in the middle of the night, going from his room to the kitchen, to the cargo hold, to kara's office, trying his hand at working on his various projects.

tonight, he remembers a particular piece of intel he stashed in his lecture hall aboard the iskaulit. or - he thinks he remembers, you see - if he remembered remembered - he wouldn't have to jump on a shuttle in the middle of the night to go look it up.

he's never been aboard the iskaulit at this hour. there's something creepy about it, and every shadow seems like a monster, ready to leap. he shakes his head, and slaps himself lightly. ]

Get a grip, Schott - [ he mutters to himself, as he makes his way to the lecture hall. ] you're walking through a spaceship not a jungle.

[pneumo]

[ Let it never be thought that a space ship is safer than a jungle, dearest Winn. Because even these places have their predators, and unluckily for him? This one happens to be a Sheol. A very confused and displeased Sheol, who can't help but follow certain scents when the reach his nose.

Oh sure he finds the general aroma each individual visitor to the Iskaulit gives off appealing; they're all equally edible to him (except maybe Vision??), all someone he could happily sink his fangs into on a normal day. But then there's...people. Certain humans and not, whose scents hit something so hard and deep in him that he actually physically feels a pang even as he tries to rationalize and separate his memories and experiences from Sascha's. He knows he doesn't know this human, knows that he's never rightly "met" him...but the moment he catches the smell of Winn he's drawn to it like a magnet.

It's frustrating. Reasonable. Annoying. And unfortunately for Winn this culminates in scarecely five minutes of freedom aboard the ship before the Sheol hunts him down and finds him, barely giving the poor guy time to react before Sascha's grabbing and pinning him to the nearest surface with both hands held tight around Winn's wrists with enough force to ideally wind him.

...And of course, the first thing he feels is regret and irritation. ]

[only_skin_deep]

[It wasn't as unusual for Mystique to be on the Iskaulit late at night now days, between her shifts as bouncer and bar tender at the Málum, but also for training with Sascha. Who she had been expecting that night.

And he was running late.

It was an annoyance. She expects that if she is to set a time than her students are to show up on said time. Then again, Sascha was... Sascha. Having taken a brief break to grab a non-alcoholic drink from the Málum, she was bringing it back to the gym. A wooden quarterstaff rested under her arm as she walked, having been using it for her own practice while she waited.]

[pneumo]

[ It's hard to recall combat training lessons when one's mind is literally a jumbled mess of hundreds of years of memories. He's still sorting through most of what Sascha has despite his best efforts to avoid it. He'll see something or smell something, or recall a bit of information--and then he'll get dragged down in thoughts and memories that aren't his own.

It makes keeping them separate difficult, so much so that he hasn't been able to concentrate on the (comparatively) little things. Like Mystique's lessons.

Habit from at least has gotten him as far as the Iskaulit, but habit from the Sheol he truly is has him keeping a watchful eye on anyone and everyone that enters his sensory range--and that includes his instructor, who he simply can't hope to ignore once he sees her blue skin. It's simply too striking.

Within moments of his spying her, she has a tail. ]

iskaulit;

[beathach]

[as Sascha already knows, Hank frequents the Iskaulit late at night or early in the morning, depending on how he sleeps. Tonight, he's over a little earlier. The serum hasn't worn off just yet, so he has some time to kill. Which is why he's just walking around for now, hands shoved in his pockets.

That is, until he gets that "hunted" feeling. He stops short and glances around, eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't a feeling he felt often, and he certainly didn't like it one bit]

[pneumo]

[ So far no one's liked it, but he wouldn't blame them for it. He's never personally been hunted by anything capable of harming him and therefore never felt that certain chill that comes when one is being stalked, but he's seen enough who've suffered from it to understand it isn't pleasant.

That knowledge however isn't enough to keep him from seeking Hank out once he catches wind of his scent aboard the ship. Sascha was too keenly aware of what Hank smells like in both forms for him not to be immediately attracted to it, if for familiarity's sake than nothing else. There's been a couple of those now, and each time he comes across one he winds up doing exactly what he's doing now...

Which is approaching Hank silently from behind with the intent to close any and all distance between them in very short order. ]

Windrose

[ecclesiophobic]

[It's late enough for most of the Windrose to be asleep, excepting those members of it which never do, and Kurt, who is considering going to bed himself. It's early, for him, but his sleep has been fitful since they left the planet and he can't quite concentrate on anything. The prospect of inviting Sascha over to keep him company crosses his mind, but the boy didn't show earlier tonight. Given what's happened in the last week or so, Kurt's taking it as a sign.

Probably for the best. With a sigh he teleports off the kitchen ceiling and reappears, standing, in the shower room. Might as well, being as no one's awake to need it. Kurt starts to flick off the lights, leaving one burning close to the door in case one of his crew members wanders in late. He'd rather not deal with another concussion any time soon, especially not one that's his fault.]

[pneumo]

[ It is a sign when Sascha doesn't show up at his usual time, but unfortunately not the one that Kurt assumes. There's too much else going on for him to make his usual rounds.

But he does show up eventually...just not as "Sascha."

It's the Sheol who steps off the shuttle and further onto the ship, driven to hunt down the scent of brimstone and Kurt the moment he catches it, just like Winn and Kitty and Hank. It's just this pull that draws him in and takes him all the way to the showers where the perfect conditions have already been set by Kurt himself: the lights are off, the space is enclosed, and the room has begun to saturate with his scent.

He enters, and closes the door behind him. ]

[aigue]

[Renart really doesn't sleep much at night. It's always been in small bursts of one or two hour naps, so it isn't surprising that she's awake at this hour.

She's still on the Heron at the moment, crawling through the various ventilation ducts. Since she's small she can fit through more than a human could, so it's been nice to have her own space.

Coming up to a vent leading into the kitchen she pauses, sniffing the air, ears trained on the slightest noise.]

[pneumo]

[ And right away she'll be flooded with the smell of Sascha...and blood? Mildly fresh, but it's actually...well, his. Not anyone else's. ]

Iskaulit

[pain_train]

[Wrath is on her way to the gym for more work -- but not overdoing it, no sir, nope -- and spots a familiar face. As usual, Officer Snuggles is with her, but she's left Jellybean on the Windrose for now.]

Hi, Sascha!

[pneumo]

[ It's very strange to be simultaneously hit with both the smell of game, and familiar blood. He doesn't feel any initial spikes of emotion from seeing Wrath when he turns to look and appraise her, but there's a remembered taste in his mouth that tells him he very much enjoys the taste of her.

He wonders just how that happened, but decides not to ponder it. Turning to face her properly though he can do. She has his immediate interest. ]

Hello.

ISKAULIT

[sandhate]

[ it's probably early morning, but it's hard to have much of a concept of day and night when you're drifting. anakin carries what looks to be a mechanical arm in one hand. with his other, he's locking up the art studio. the keys makes a mangle noise in the other wise silent section of the ship.

silent but he can still sense him. sascha's not unfamiliar after all. he doesn't bother looking up. it's just sascha being sascha. ]

Guess those stories didn't help.

[pneumo]

[ Well that makes this easy. Lucky for Anakin he's started to become much less disoriented between himself and all of Sascha's memories, and there's enough attached to Anakin that he recognizes him straightaway.

Less fortunately is the fact that it draws him to the man, moving to stand at his side and peer over his shoulder to see what he's working on. ]

Not right now, no.

Iskaulit? On the way back to the Caprine? SOME NEBULOUS HALLWAY SOMEWHERE idc

[shoujoreject]

[If not for Winter's augment glitch before, he wouldn't have registered it as something to put a chill down his spine. It would have been a feeling of being watched, the mild trepidation that rises from that.

Since then, it raises the hairs on his neck, his arms, everywhere. A quick glance around shows no one, and that doesn't help. At least with Winter, he saw him coming. He had a warning. Tugging the hem of his skirt, he turns fully around, trying to make it seem like he's just taking in the sights and unaware that his scent will give him away completely.

Still nothing comes to view. Nothing at all, and he inhales slowly to try and shove back the fear creeping into his throat.]

... Who's there? [It's all he can do to keep his voice from trembling, such a small human with no real defenses. A brave front, and even that's at the edge of cracking into a million pieces.]

[pneumo]

[ It's the smell of fear which really attracts the Sheol to Qing, and unfortunately because that's the smell of prey. He can't help be be drawn to it, stalking up on him until the poor man finally addresses him. ]

You should stop that, for your own good you know. [ Smelling like dinner that is. ]