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driftfleet2016-08-09 07:17 am
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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! ]
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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While Winn rummages for his communicator the Sheol will turn his head from one side to the other, contemplative. Right...about three seconds before he leans in and give the curve of one cheekbone a short flick of his tongue, to taste the sweat and fear on Winn's skin.
He couldn't resist. ]
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Don't eat me! [ the plea is high pitched, and loud, and shaking. his eyes bulge again, and there is plenty of sweat and fear for his tasting pleasure there. his legs feel like they might buckle beneath him, but he can feel something else, too. adrenaline. if he could get one good hit in - he's not that far from the shuttles all he'll have to do is make it to one first and then so long as he lands on the tourist first, kara could be by his side in the blink of an eye, all he'd have to do is scream, and he definitely has a whole lot of screaming in him. ]
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The Sheol's fangs practically shoot down out of his gums as he inhales, grabbing onto Winn's shoulders to shove him back, and it's not even a heartbeat after that he's lunging forward towards Winn with mouth open wide.
...But the bite never comes. Or rather, it doesn't come to Winn. The sheer amount of attachment Sascha has for the human in his hands is the only thing that saves Winn's life and allows the Sheol to bite down heavily into his own arm instead, teeth grit and biting down hard to keep them there.
He is not making a meal out of you, mister so help him. ]
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for a heartbeat all he can do is stare in horror, gratitude, and heartache as his friend turns on himself in a desperate ditch to save his life. he has to choose between conflicting instincts and he has to choose between them fast. he wants to help sascha, but there's nothing he can do for him if he's dead. he wants to run away, but he warned him what would happen if he did. he has split seconds to make his decision, so with all the adrenaline his body has been hoarding on like it's going out of style and with jim's voice guiding him in his head, he shoves the distracted creature back hard and takes off running frantically not to the shuttles - that's way too far - but to his lecture hall that's only a few feet away, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
after proceeding to barricade it with every last chair in the room, he pulls out his communicator and calls kara ]
Come on - pick up pick up pick up - [ if the late hour call isn't alarming enough, everything about his face screams his distress - his hair unruly, his clothes disheveled, blood trickling down his neck, his breathing, the color of his face that looks sickly translucent - but he remains coherent through it all. ]
The Iskaulit - something's wrong with Sascha. Hurry.
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Fucking hell though, he's so hungry. A door isn't going to stop him for long if he really loses it; Kara better hurry. ]
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Winn? I'm here, on the Iskaulit. I'll be there in a minute.
[ and of course it's less than a minute, but she flies over to the lecture hall, seeing not!Sascha outside of the door ]
What's going on?
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Be careful! He's not himself, Kara, he's glitching it's bad - you gotta contain him - he's - [ for a moment he can't bring himself to say it. it's too horrible, and saying it seals it, makes it real. no, it's already real. ] going to eat people if you don't. He's strong and he's fast and his teeth are insane. I'll call you backup - who do you want?
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He can hear Winn through the communicator and growls, swallowing the build-up of blood in his mouth--right before he tears a chunk out of his out arm, to keep his focus there and on the taste of the flesh in his mouth rather than their new arrival and the morsel barricaded oh-so-close. ]
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Stop! Don't do that!
[ she texts furiously to Winn—his voice being an obvious trigger ]
Kitty can get u out. Ill deal with this.
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By the time they stop and he's set down he's coughing from having inhaled a bit of his own blood, holding a hand over his mouth as his wounded one seeps blood and leaves a small red puddle around his palm. ]
....Thank you.
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[ in true girl magic she takes off her undershirt without mussing her actual shirt ]
Let me see it.
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Are you not afraid....? Repulsed?
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There, that should do it.
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Thank-you.
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I bit myself to prevent that until you arrived.
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And I wish you hadn't been put in that situation, but I'm proud of you for resisting.
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