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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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[takingkarabusiness]

[ she gets his video and responds ]

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?

[winn]

[ he clings to his communicator, desperate for any sign of whatever it is that going on out there, heart pounding so loudly he can barely hear kara's voice over the racket. is it his heart? or is the pounding coming from the door? he can't even tell anymore. ]

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?

[pneumo]

[ More people. Lovely. Perhaps the only saving grace is that unlike Winn, Kara doesn't smell like something to be immediately hunted down and devoured.There's no thick scent of fear on her, not like Winn--but he's still quite careful with himself here. Rihgt now he has his instincts and Sascha's lack of impulse control, and the combination is not at all desirable.

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. ]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she gasps at that, fundamentally horrified with his action, conscious of Winn on the other side of the door but more concerned with deescalating things on the outside ]

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.

[pneumo]

[ His voice and his smell so the faster he gets out of here--either of them--the better. Because even with Kara's protest he's biting back down into himself the moment he's down the first piece, sinking his fangs in deep. ]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ ok well none of this is good. Kara will rush him, aiming to grab around his waist and fly him through the corridors to a point FAR AWAY from Winn and other people. Probably the greenhouse/gardens, thinking that the plant smell might interrupt other smells. once in the gardens she puts him down and hops back, waiting for his reaction ]

[pneumo]

[ It's actually...a really good idea. Incredibly so. It gets him away from Winn, away from the smell of food and into someplace that floods his senses with other stimuli, and the act of being grabbed and flown is actually rather jarring.

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.

[takingkarabusiness]

We should cover that up.

[ in true girl magic she takes off her undershirt without mussing her actual shirt ]

Let me see it.

[pneumo]

[ He would be more impressed if he wasn't trying to calm himself down which is...not easy, when he's still so keen to eat--and now additionally, in pain. ]

Are you not afraid....? Repulsed?

[takingkarabusiness]

Who would benefit from me being afraid or repulsed right now? I'm pretty sure I'm faster than you, and pretty invulnerable. That's not a dare, by the way, but I've dealt with a lot of different people.

[pneumo]

.... [ Point taken. He mulls it over for a moment before he decides ultimately to hold up his arm for her as blood trickles and runs down his fingers. If she gets close enough she may actually notice that deep within the wound his torn flesh is actually wriggling, hundreds upon thousands of tiny red worm-like strands of flesh that very slowly try to work and knit themselves together. ]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ okay, honestly, that does disgust her, but while her expression is more strained and there's a little hesitation, she soldiers on. if he can smell pheromones she's not frightened but she might be a little keyed up. she ties her cami around his arm ]

There, that should do it.

[pneumo]

[ He can smell the keyed up stress from her, but luckily that doesn't trigger any immediate responses. It makes him interested in her, but nothing beyond that as he inspects her work, as pointless as it is. It's a...kind gesture. ]

Thank-you.

[takingkarabusiness]

So, care to tell me what happened?

[pneumo]

I was going to attack the male human. [ He pauses, trying to figure out the best way to word it. ] I didn't want to...but he reacted like prey.

I bit myself to prevent that until you arrived.

[takingkarabusiness]

Winn.

And I wish you hadn't been put in that situation, but I'm proud of you for resisting.

[pneumo]

...He was terrified of me. It should not bother me, but it does.

[takingkarabusiness]

Because you know him.

[pneumo]

Your "Sascha" knows him.

[takingkarabusiness]

Which is some part of you, right now.

[pneumo]

...I remember what he remembers. What he felt. I do not know if that is the same thing. [ He doesn't say it to be cruel or defensive, just...honest. He doesn't want to give false hope. ]

[takingkarabusiness]

Is there something you rather I call you?

[pneumo]

Not especially. My kind never used names or titles... Anything is fine. I will try to remember to respond to it.

[takingkarabusiness]

I just feel like we should. If you insist you're not Sascha, I don't want to keep pushing that on you.

[pneumo]

I simply don't want to give anyone any misconceptions... I do not mind much if you call me by that if you remember that I am more.