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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! ]

Comments

[pneumo]

I'm alive. [ That's a private joke to himself, because no one could possibly know that rather than choosing to live with his own lonely, unending existence he'd chosen to devour himself until nothing was left and he couldn't remember.

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. ]

[collegedropout]

[Sam doesn't shrink away or back down. Judging from his posture, he's used to this kind of interaction — this kind of cautious approach. His gaze follows Sascha with utmost focus, but his tone still conveys a sense of normalcy, of commonplace conversation.]

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.

[pneumo]

It was just a taste-test. Nothing serious. [ Because if it were serious he wouldn't have left anything for anyone to find other that bloody smears. Sheol have few creeds, but not wasting food? A big one. ]

I did apologize.

[collegedropout]

[He narrows his eyes.]

You bit my friend to taste her.

It's serious. Do you need to be put under surveillance until this blows over?

[pneumo]

[ Surveillance. If it weren't for Sascha's implant he'd actually have no idea what Sam meant by it, but luckily? He does. Less luckily, rather than cow him he winds up lifting a brow, intrigued. ]

I would think actually eating her would be considered "serious." She should have recovered by now.

[collegedropout]

[Oh, you little shit. His shoulders square a little, defensive.]

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?

[pneumo]

...Vampirism??? [ He should have been prepared for that, should have remembered that Sascha always thought of and introduced himself as a vampire. But to actually be called and compared to one? That's a new one for the Sheol, and it takes a moment for him to process and remember. ]

[collegedropout]

[He cocks his head slightly, skeptical of Sascha's confusion.]

It's what you are, isn't it? A vampire?

[Or is this going to be centuries more confusing.]

[pneumo]

No, I am not one of the Carmilla. [ Because that's what they call themselves, and the Sheol has enough respect for its prey's sentience that he generally tried to address them as they prefer. Humans get humans, vampires get Carmilla. ]

I am Sheol. I don't suppose you've heard of them, though.

[collegedropout]

[He stares for a moment, trying to figure out where this is going; he's quick to just assume this lore is far beyond what he's used to at home. Different universes'll do that.]

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.

[pneumo]

It isn't far off. [ Considering he devoured the rest of his own kind to give them eternal rest. The story kind of fits. ]

I am usually what one would see in their final moments before I eat them.

[collegedropout]

[Again with the eating.]

You're not eating anyone here. You should probably wipe that idea from your brain.

[pneumo]

[ Hey, when you're an endless void of hunger... ]

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?

[collegedropout]

[He looks hardly swayed by the argument.]

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.

[pneumo]

I am in perfect control of what I am.

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. ]

[collegedropout]

Then why did you bite my friend? Or does your so-called 'control' outweigh your need for survival you were preaching?

[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.

[pneumo]

I told you...I was only taking a taste, to see if I wanted to eat her. [ Like sharks do?? Gosh Sam it's like you don't know that animals test out their food before they go in for the kill! ] It was quite deliberate and in no way a brash decision.

[collegedropout]

[He frowns about as deep as the grand canyon. You bastard.]

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.]

[pneumo]

I don't remember killing anyone... [ And it's not supposed to be condescending, he really means it. ] It seems it's been several decades since I last have? Killed a human, that is.

I do hope you won't feel the same sense of vengeance over animals.

[collegedropout]

[You know, some humans believe humans are just animals, too, bro.]

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.

[pneumo]

You're looking for an excuse to prove I'm as horrible as you think. [ He looks at Sam evenly. ] There's no need for that. I am.

[collegedropout]

Good to know.

[He's not about to back away from that look, even if it puts him on edge a little.]

How long were you watching me before you actually said anything?

What're you planning here, on this ship?

[Or do you usually just trail people and sneak up on them after a nibble and run?]

[pneumo]

I wanted to get away from Bigby. [ Not because he dislikes him or anything...rather, it's the complete opposite. The feelings Sascha has surrounding him are far too potent. It's why he'll struggle not to attack Winn later. ]

As for your other question...I began to follow as soon as I caught your scent. Or rather I've been hunting you since then.

[collegedropout]

[Hn. Shit. That's never a set of words he likes strung together.

Excuse him, he's going to sass at you; it's the Winchester way.]

What, you like the smell of my shampoo?

[pneumo]

Not at all. It's rather repugnant actually--it's the smell of your flesh which is tempting.