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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]

[ Sascha would be overjoyed to hear Bigby thinking of him like that. Heck, even just seeing the man now the Sheol can feel an odd, yearning fondness for him. A kind of happy trill. ]

...I am not inside him anymore than he is inside me. [ And he doesn't know how to explain it better than that because he shouldn't be here, remembering himself and who he is. Who he was. ]

I am just...me. With him.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is quiet for a second, just a second, because his mind is lightning fast despite his somewhat ponderous facade at times.]

You're the creature from before the amnesia.

[pneumo]

I am. [ He goes to sit and take up what he hopes is a relaxed seat that isn't very intimidating, because even without being Sascha he still wants to find his approval. Vaguely. ]

He is the youngest of me.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby makes no attempt to look relaxed. He's not intimidated, he doesn't really know fear, but he doesn't like now knowing what's going on.]

You remember being him?

[pneumo]

[ He nods. ]

As well as I remember being me. It's...difficult. I shouldn't remember. [ He shouldn't even exist. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby keeps staring.]

No. You shouldn't.

... so what do we do? Are you going to be a problem?

[Are you going to be a problem he has to deal with, he means.]

[pneumo]

....

Even when It's me and not him, it's like I've lived all those times. [ "That he's spent with you." ] I still feel like I want to make you happy, even though I don't know you.

[ Not like Sascha does ]

[bb_wolf]

Do you know the rules I gave him?

[Pretend to be people. Don't kill anyone.]

[pneumo]

... [ he does remember. Which is why he says after an uncomfortably long pause; ]

You should have killed me the moment you met him.

[ Because one day he's going to break those rules, whether he wants to or not. ]

[bb_wolf]

Why?

I don't do presumptive policing. If I haven't torn out Bluebeard's throat yet for what he will do, I won't with someone who isn't actually an asshole.

[pneumo]

[ There's almost actually a flicker of mirth in those eyes at the rather colourful name--by his standards. It's so normal and yet totally new to him at the same time, and that feeling is so absurd he can't help his short-lived amusement. ]

You know I'm not a vampire.

[bb_wolf]

And?

[pneumo]

One day I'm going to kill and eat everyone I can find.

[bb_wolf]

Maybe.

One day is a long time for creatures like us. Might be tomorrow. Might be in a thousand years.

Maybe one day I'll snap and show my old colours.

[pneumo]

Then on that day I would be grateful. [ Assuming he was one of the victims, that is. ]

I've yet to meet any creature which could fell one of my kind, but I would welcome it with open arms.

[bb_wolf]

You haven't met a Fable before.

Now, you going to stop brooding like a perpetual teenager, or would you like to be left alone to some more existential angst?

[pneumo]

To be honest I was thinking of eating myself some. [ This is aperfectly normal and acceptable 'joke' among Sheol. He's pretty sure it'll be entirely lost here. ]

[bb_wolf]

Well, if that's really how you enjoy yourself, auto cannibalism it is. Don't make a mess in the hallway.

[Bigby is unphased by Sheol humour.]

[pneumo]

[ And that's why Bigby is the best. ]

........

He likes you, you know.

[bb_wolf]

...

[He pauses mid turn, lights up a cigarette.]

Yeah. I know.

Don't cause problems. I'd really rather not have to put you down so soon.

[pneumo]

It's kept me in line so far. There's hope yet.

[ He says it casually, but there's an incredibly weight of truth behind his words too. Sascha's fondness for Bigby makes it so that he does want to stay in line, as ridiculous as it seems to his Sheol self. He actually finds himself almost wanting to stay in his company now, even if he's certain that is in no way good for him. Or Bigby.

He hopes that his words belie enough of that to the Fable. He really does matter that much. And it's all he can offer him in way of an apology for having come back. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby glances over his shoulder at the thing that was Sascha.]

Do you have a name?

[pneumo]

[ He shakes his head. ]

My kind never had use for names. "Sascha" was given to him by humans.

[bb_wolf]

Ah.

I'm not calling you Sascha. You're not.

Do you have a name for what you are?

[pneumo]

Sheol. [ He takes no offence. He's trying to disassociate himself as well, with only mild success. ]