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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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[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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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-23 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He's a cannibal. Having the truth laid out so starkly where it can't be ignored any more makes Kurt's ears roar, the same grey that covers his sight when he remembers too clearly how little Charles had died threatens the corners of it now.

Kurt forces himself to draw in a slow breath (when had he stopped breathing?) and close his eyes. With Sascha's head where it is, keeping them open won't stop the man from tearing out his throat.]
So. [He swallows hard.] Why did you come looking for me?
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this is shit i'm sorry

[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-08-30 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Technically neither he or Dukes is the same species as Linda; she was homo sapiens, and both of them are homo sapiens superior--a mutated offshoot of the former. Close enough.

When this creature claimed to be a carnivore, Kurt hadn't made the connection. Hadn't wanted to; plenty of carnivores will attack humans if threatened, but won't hunt them given another choice. Sascha isn't one of them.

The hand in Sasch--the creature's hair is shaking, and Kurt's head joins it in silent negation.]
What-- [The word comes out strangled, and it's as though a dam breaks. The next come out in an angry shout. The tail looped around the Sheol's neck tightens like a noose, quick as thought. The intent is to force the son of a bitch to look at him, though he doesn't particularly care if he can breathe while doing so.] What the fuck do you think you are, that you can tell me something like that right now? With how my Linda died?! I should rip your fucking head off!
Edited (lakfdjsalkgj) 2016-08-30 12:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-09-13 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kurt is snarling enough for the both of them, his pointed fangs glinting in what little light remains as his lips curl back. He's as furious at himself as he is the Sheol, enraged that he refused to acknowledge the truth until the (fifth?) time it was laid starkly out before him. If he'd ignored something like that on the battlefield he'd have gotten his entire crew killed, and all because the words came from a friend's mouth.

(Hadn't he learned his lesson with Bobby, with Logan?)

A growl slips through his teeth, the Sheol's display of passivity fanning his anger. In the moment he feels condescended to on top of betrayed, and it nearly makes him see red.]
Fight back, you son of a bitch. [The slur is punctuated by Kurt jerking a knee up with intent to drive it into the Sheol's gut, hard.]
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-10-11 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Guilt twists sharp in Kurt's chest, the gentleness in the Sheol's touch and eyes serving as a mirror to his own monstrosity. Those eyes look like Wolverine's when he'd looked up to see who stabbed him in the back and saw Kurt standing over him with a sword. He'd understood then, just a little, why his Jean had risked her own sanity to piece Weapon X's back together; in the moment, seeing the fragile hope shattered in his expression, Kurt had wanted so badly to take it back. But done was done, and he couldn't go home to die and leave his wife un-avenged.

His expression twists, his tail sliding off the Sheol's neck as though the skin had turned scorching. Kurt's hands move from the monster's hair to fist in his shirt, tightly enough that his nails threaten to rip the fabric.]
Do something, damn you! [The words, snarled past the lump in his throat, have a hint of plea to them. Fight back, mock him, do something that will make it easy to hate because Kurt doesn't want to know if he can forgive this.]