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Sascha ([personal profile] pneumo) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-08-09 07:17 am

[open!]

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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Windrose

[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-09 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-10 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt turns the moment the door opens, hands sliding away from the towels to keep them free. Sascha's name dies after the breath he takes to say it, the same moment he lays eyes on the boy. Kurt's been a soldier too long not to notice changes in posture that separate a hapless man from an aware one, or to recognize that kind of stillness. Two kinds of men are quiet like that, and one is for the intent of causing harm.

He's tensing, feet shifting in anticipation of bracing himself, when his eyes meet Sascha's and a weight drops into the pit of his stomach. There are two types of men who keep so still, and the other is a man who's seen so much pain that it's settled into his bones, hollowing out every ounce of joy on the way. Men like that can be recognized by their eyes, if you know what to look for.

Kurt's seen that hopelessness in the mirror too often not to.]
Sascha? [The name is a question; not of whether he is, but what happened, who did this? In the grip of his concern for his young-acting friend, Kurt moves toward him, concern for his own safety temporarily forgotten.]
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-11 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt's always been fortune's favorite son, as much as he's Mystique's. He was lucky to survive childbirth, lucky to survive his harrowing first days of life, fortunate to live and keep living while smarter and more powerful mutants died around him.

Despite his best efforts, his luck's extended to this pseudo-afterlife that's found him a prisoner in space, stilling in his tracks as the monster he knew as Sascha reaches for his face. Past the blush of 'who did this I will kill them,' his instincts are blaring at him again that something is very wrong here. But there's no indication of attack in the simple act, despite the parts of his mind screaming for him to hurt Sascha and run, drive him away with cruel words.

His hands come up anyway, hesitantly curling around Sascha's forearms. Kurt doesn't try to stop him from cupping his face, the short fur like slightly ill-cared for velvet. Swallowing, he tries his questioning again, softly and with more words this time.]
Sascha, what's wrong? What's happened, is anyone hurt?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-12 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[In that silence Kurt's heartbeat picks up, a slightly faster tempo in reaction to the thrill/threat of being regarded so closely. Though watchful, he doesn't outwardly react to the blatant fascination until Sascha's fingers brush his ears. Kurt draws in a quick, silent breath and shakes his head, trying to dislodge the man's hands.

Normally he'd tilt his head to further remove temptation, but Sascha's muttered words leave him loathe to expose his neck. Kurt's back straightens, his hands tightening gradually on the other man's arms. The pieces are starting to fall together, and he doesn't like the picture.]
What did you do?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-13 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Kurt's pulse jumps when the Sheol's hands move to his neck, because it would be so easy for Sascha to snap his neck like that. ('This isn't Sascha,' a corner of his mind whispers.) It slows when the Sheol breathes in a lungful, because warped as it is, the gesture is comforting. Victor used to sniff out injuries or sickness on him, Logan and Kyle used to do the same just for fun or curiousity.

The proximity has him on alert; not afraid so much as ready. His hands slide up from Sascha's forearms to his wrists, fingers resting over where his pulse should be.] You've never had trouble like this before. What changed?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-13 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
And who are you, if not Sascha? [His heartbeat thuds hard, once. This isn't Sascha, with his innocent intentions and ignorance of social mores. This is a stranger trying to tangle himself around Kurt. (On the other hand, it isn't Sascha with eyes like guttered candles.)

Kurt's featureless eyes flick away from the monster pressed against him. Three spots he can teleport to in a heartbeat, two that might be out of reach.] How did you come to be here?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-14 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
['Before I was Sascha.' Kurt stills, stunned. He was expecting--he's not sure what. Possession? A future version of Sascha (though he's secretly relieved he isn't; men from the future bring nothing but trouble.)

His tail arcs up, intending to wrap over--whomever this is--their shoulder and cross the chest. It's meant as a hug, of sorts, given Kurt has no intention of letting go of this strange man's wrists now. It'll also be a good hold if he gets violent and Kurt needs to throw him across the room. Swallowing, Kurt says the first thing that comes to mind:]
I'm sorry. [A few seconds later his brain decides to come back online and he follows with:] Are periods of amnesia common with vampires?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-15 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a comfort gesture and Kurt knows it. His nephew used to pet him when Kurt would hold the boy. But his neck is sensitive, and on the tail of a shiver he can't quite suppress Kurt's grip around this person's wrists tightens.] Stop that.

What are you if you're not a vampire, then? A katzenveit?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-15 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Kurt's eyebrows draw together, the word striking distant bells in his memory. Sheol, sheol.. the word has the vague memory of Erik's voice, but trying to remember beyond that is chasing shadows.]

So you eat meat und blood.
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-15 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt draws in a slow breath, willing himself not to think of Linda's torn face staring at the front door. He only manages to keep his heartbeat steady; the stillness he draws on so frequently has been flimsy as wet paper since the last planet.

Her coffin was lighter than little Charles'.

There's a tiny tremor in his hands that he doesn't notice, but his voice is steady.]
Why the lack of control now? You seem [older] more knowledgeable.
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tw: cannibalism

[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-19 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[He can, and Kurt isn't certain whether he's afraid or not. On one hand, he came home to find teeth marks on his wife's bones, half of her beautiful face ripped off, and the memory makes his fingers tighten and bile rise in his throat.

On the other, the knowledge that he's more likely to need to fight for his life is a perverse comfort to him. He's used to it, been fighting most of his life now and given he's standing here Kurt's proven himself a survivor. The latter part is still not as important to him as it should be.]


Is that why you came in here, then? To hunt me?
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Me too actually. Also suicidal idealism warning; this is turning out to be a fun thread.

[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-19 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would I be afraid of you? I've killed men that were stronger and more terrifying.

[It isn't a boast, just the simple truth. And even though the thought of Sascha eating people horrifies him, something inside Kurt would be very deeply satisfied by dying the same way Linda did. It would be his last chance to be close to her.

He doubts it will come to that, and is surprised to find himself relieved. There are people here he doesn't want to leave, one of whose body is standing in the loop of his tail. Gently, Kurt informs him:]
You know if you do anything more than scare people, I'll have to stop you?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-19 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Then you can trust that between the two of us, we will manage? [He already has some good ideas, most of which are based on his plans for incapacitating Wade, when they were team-mates.

His pulse jumps when the Sheol's nose brushes his neck, a muscle in his jaw jumping. His hands slide off the monster's wrists, one of them sliding down his arm with intent to rest on his head. The gesture is as deceptively gentle as Kurt's voice continues to be as he asks:]
Why? And how badly are they hurt?

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