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[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! ]

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[pneumo]

Find a way to kill him. Me. [ He knows she doesn't want to hear it, but he won't do her the insult of mincing words. ]

Then he would be free from it ever happening again.

[passingthrough]

Okay, you get that I want to protect you too, right? Pretend for a second life is worth living because you have people who care about you and you aren't alone anymore. [Voice firmer here. Angry sarcasm of love.]

[pneumo]

[ There's angry!mom♥ Just like he remembers, which brings a quirk to his lips. He squeezes her hand again, minutely. ]

Very well.

I suppose if he knew what I knew about our kind he could prevent it, but he does not have the... [ patience, discipline, maturity, ANYTHING ] fortitude to handle it.

[passingthrough]

Tell me everything he needs to know. [She will take every mental note and find him the wizard of oz to get him the rest of that stuff.] I'll figure out the rest.

[pneumo]

[ Kitty never ceases to amaze. The way she just goes right into it without knowing the whole picture and doesn't care, because it's for someone she likes. Loves? He's not exactly sure, but he can remember her protectiveness and kindness vividly. ]

...You would need to teach him to be a Sheol, not a human or vampire. I do not think you're prepared for that.

[passingthrough]

[Loves. Not the way she loves Winn, but she does love him and she's definitely protective.]

Why? What would it mean if he was?

[pneumo]

He would need to learn to make kills of his own, when to hunt and what. It's not easy to explain, but our hunger will overwhelm us easily if we do not have the mental strength and discipline to deal with it.

[ He reaches up this time to brush hair back from her face, tucking it behind one ear gently. ]

The fresher a meal, the better.

[passingthrough]

Does it matter what he eats? I can be animals, not people, right? [Because it can't be people.]

[For all the touching she initiates with Sascha, he never really touches her back except to return a hug and even then she's just as likely to find him stiff and surprised by it. So being touched by this not-quite-Sascha person is strange. No one really touches her that way outside of Winn. Not even Kurt. She doesn't phase or pull away yet, but she will if his hand lingers.]

You remember I'm with Winn, right?

[pneumo]

I remember. [ He answers her second question rather than her first, because that's where his attention truly wants to dwell. Food is an unimportant subject, and he'd rather not think about Sascha (it's all he can think about) when he has Kitty to focus on, Kitty to covet and fixate on thanks to him.

His hands draws away from her ear when her hair is tucked, but he still manages to lightly stroke his thumb over her cheekbone. ]

He is very attached to you. [ But it's obvious he doesn't mean Winn when he says that. ]

[passingthrough]

[She shifts away from that touch instead of into it. She might have left now, but she needs to know more to help Sascha if this is temporary.] He's my friend. I look after him. I don't think you need that kind of protection. You probably don't fall asleep in hallways.

[pneumo]

Katherine.

[passingthrough]

Sascha.

[pneumo]

Sascha. [ His lips press together. ] He adores you. Every memory I have of you is filled with happiness and fondness and affection. He thinks so much more highly of you than anyone else.

[ But she should know that, after the touching planet. He turns his gaze on her. ] You should be food and you matter more to him than himself.

[passingthrough]

Are you telling me you're in love with me? [Not letting them separate so easily. Not when he's both and more. And there's something challenging in it because if there wasn't it would be too hard. She doesn't want to hurt Sascha, but she also can't see him that way. He's like a child so much of the time. Not now clearly. But what she felt through that link on the planet was... It was something.]

[pneumo]

.... [ He frowns, but not at her. It's directed towards himself entirely as he mulls her question over, trying to parse through what he recalls from Sascha and the other memories he has involving the nature of "love." ]

I have never been in love. [ It's not an answer. ]

[passingthrough]

[That derails her. She tilts her head.] Never? [In tense of thousands of years? That's too sad. Nothing has ever hurt her as deeply as love, but nothing ever lifted her up as much either. Nothing else would have kept her going as long as she did.]

[pneumo]

Sheol do not form emotional bonds...we do not love. There is a general sense of understanding between each of us but we do not seek or desire one another's company the way social creatures like humans do.

[ He glances up, studying her expression. ]

Those who came after me tried to form bonds...but as I said. Our hunger does not cease, and even those around us suffer its effects. Anyone who lingered near enough eventually died.

[passingthrough]

You can't control it? Keep it in somehow even without the Atroma? Enforced loneliness?

[pneumo]

Why do you think I wanted to die, Katherine?

[passingthrough]

[She is quiet and sympathetic looking for a moment.] You didn't answer my question before. Animals?

[pneumo]

That wasn't your question. [ It was the one before that, the one he deliberately avoided. ]

[passingthrough]

It was one of them. [Are you saying you didn't answer the love one when you said you weren't capable of it?]

[pneumo]

[ That is totally what he is suggesting, because it's a mixed can of worms for him there. ]

Then yes, I can eat animals just fine. It is what Sascha does.

[passingthrough]

[She knew it was what Sascha ate. She just wasn't sure if it satisfied him enough. Though it seems always being hungry is a thing either way.]

Are there any abilities or weaknesses or surprises he should know about? [Or that she should know about, yes.]

[pneumo]

For a Sheol? Not especially...the only thing which makes up remarkable is our inability to die. There are creatures stronger and faster than us just as there are those stronger and faster than humans.

[ But. ]

Any light at all will irritate our eyes. He goes to bed each morning with terrible headaches and endures it because he wishes to be close to you. [ And in this case he means the plural 'you', not just Kitty. ]