[open] SUPERJAIL

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & you
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit: Discovery One
When:

[ So by now at least some people should be aware that Sascha isn't...him. Sam's made sure of that. But luckily it actually wasn't too hard to round him up? Really all that happened was Kara asking and him agreeing to "stay put" until it either wore off or they figured something out. It's not like he has any plans to be anywhere, and worst case scenario? He can just outlive them all if worse comes to worst.

Being under house arrest in a lecture hall isn't really that bad. He gets to keep the lights off at all times, every now and again they have someone bring meat in... It's actually rather peaceful. Dull, mind you--but very peaceful.

He's the perfect model prisoner! So the question is...do you dare visit? ]



[ ooc; this is the last post for Sascha's glitch! After this he'll be returning to his herp-derp self, but if you'd like to visit him in superjail, come on by! and as always you can hit me up on plurk if you have any questions @ owlits ♥ ]

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[foxpas]

[Well, keeping it dark means that any light in there is going to cause his resident jailer's eyes to glow, like... well, like a fox's eyes in the dark.

Oh, also, he has a jailer. A fox girl just keeping watch pretty much constantly. She seems to have taken this upon herself.]

Your name is Sascha, right?

[pneumo]

[ He does notice the glowing! But he's also currently slouched across one of the couches in the room when she addresses him and has to open his eyes--which do not glow--and glance over. ]

...You can call me that if you'd like.

[foxpas]

Is it not your true name?

[that's probably for the best. vampires with glowing eyes would be the subject of the next awful romance novel.]

[pneumo]

Originally, I had no such thing. My kind never used them.

[foxpas]

... How do you get by without names? How do you refer to each other?

[passingthrough]

[How easy is it to sense her coming? Does he know when the shuttle docks? Does he know as she walks briskly and with determination down the hall? Can he catch a whiff of whatever combination of scents makes her uniquely Kitty before she's phasing through the wall into his enclosure? He can smell fear, but what about rage? Betrayal? Disappointment?

It's dark in the room, but she doesn't even let that slow her down. A flash goes off in her hand which is probably extra jarring for someone with eyes that never adjust to the light, but have been engulfed in the dark during his stay. And once she has his position she strides up to him and throws a punch, aiming for the face. She knows where to hit to do different kinds of damage. She knows how to hold her hand to do the least amount to herself. And she knows how to phase her way out of counter attacks. It's practically cheating. She doesn't care.]

He loved you! [Rage. Betrayal. Disappointment. If he can't smell them, then he can hear them.]

[pneumo]

[ His senses don't edge into the supernatural or gifted; he only knows she's entered the room when she effectively blinds him--literally--with her torch. But he still doesn't know who has decided to do such a thing until the air moves and her scent carries towards him, and that's only a brief moment before her fist connects with his face, snapping it to one side with a grunt.

It hurts. ]

...I know. [ He doesn't stand up from his seat, keeps his eyes firmly shut against the light even if it makes no difference to him now. He supposes it's his fault for thinking he could remove his UV shades. ]

[passingthrough]

[She doesn't try to hit him again even if part of her wants to.] Why?! Why would you do that to him? Do you know what he's going through?

[pneumo]

[ He expects it, so when she doesn't he finds himself surprised. And a little relieved. ]

...I didn't want to. It was not my intent when I met him. [ His memories and Sascha's feelings were still muddled, still disorienting and then Winn had gotten so scared. It was a complete mess and he's still irritated with the Sascha portion of himself for his impulse for contact and companionship. ]

[passingthrough]

Then why did you? [Practically growling out the words, but still holding herself back. No more physical violence. She even covers part of the light with her hand and isn't shining it directly at him, but she's not turning it off either.]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Despite the lights being off, Wanda has no trouble sensing out the presence and location of others. Her eyes gleam faintly with scarlet red luminescence, as her telepathy finds Sascha in the dark. She is not afraid when she speaks. Instead, her voice is calm, yet a note of anger bubbles below the surface.]

So... you are a vampire.

[pneumo]

[ Honestly he hasn't expected the amount of company he's been getting, but...well, considering half have been jailers on duty and one was Kitty punching him, he supposes it's not too strange.

What is is that apparently the word hasn't spread around. He looks up at her as she approaches, only squinting slightly at the red light her eyes give off. ]

That is a common misconception... I am no more Carmilla than you are. I am a Sheol, and unlike them I consume the blood and flesh of my kills.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[If that little additional bit of information shocks or scares Wanda, she does not show it. Even in the dark, she will not show any emotion that she doesn't want Sascha to see.]

You neglected to mention this when we first met. Perhaps it is partially my fault for being far too trusting.

[Really, this place had made her a lot softer towards meeting new people. It used to be that she would first look into the minds of those she met, uncaring of the invasion of privacy that that was. Now, she seldom ever uses that side of her powers.]

[pneumo]

Well, at the time I had no memory of what I really was. I assumed I was a Carmilla, as you guessed... But I had never actually bitten anyone. [ if that helps. He imagines it doesn't. ]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

You expect me to trust you now?

[Her voice very much carrying a tone of "You have got to be kidding me."]

[apurrstate]

[He'd heard about Sascha, it apparently happened while he was out and part of him feels bad for that. Maybe he could have helped. Or maybe he simply would have gotten in the way.

Everything was falling down around him after he woke back up, but he could still control whether he visited a friend or not.

It wouldn't be the first time a friend of his was called a monster.

When he steps into the dark room, he waits as the door shuts and blocks out the light again. He was sorely tempted to make a light in his hand, if only to see by, but resisted. He didn't want to harm Sascha's eyes like he nearly did the last time he'd displayed his powers.]

Hello?

[pneumo]

[ It's an amount of consideration he appreciates, especially given that some people just waltz in and turn the lights on without warning and effectively blind him. Like Kitty.

He hears the door open and the approach, but it's not until Anders speaks that he can summon up the memory of just who's come to visit. ]

...Good evening. It is evening, correct? [ He hasn't bothered to check his communicator. The lighting hurts his eyes even with the shades. ]

[apurrstate]

It is.

[The voice he's greeted with tells him more than the words could, like all the shine and light had been sapped from it. He couldn't even claim to know Sascha all that well, their interactions far more shallow than he'd like now, but even he knew it sounded wrong.]

They say you're no longer Sascha. Is that really true? Or is this simply another side of you?

I'd like to understand.

[pneumo]

I'm as much Sascha as I am anyone who came before him I suppose... [ he sighs and sits up some, glancing over. ]

To put it simply, I am him, before he forgot.

[apurrstate]

Forgot what?

[His eyes adjusting better, Anders moved to find somewhere to lean so he wasn't simply standing in front of the door awkwardly.]

You're very different, it must have been something very important that he forgot.

[collegedropout]

[SPEAKING OF SAM, HE'S GONNA COME VISIT YOU.

Aren't you surprised.

Granted when he comes in, he keeps a bit of a distance. Actually, he pulls a chair up and sits down backwards in it after a considerable pause, and then clears his throat. Hope you don't mind, he'd rather make sure everything is better than their last meeting.]

Doing alright here?

[Sure, he seems like a hard-ass about your crap, but.

He's not a total jerk. And he doesn't want Sascha to die, so.

Check-in.

You shoulda' just come with him and got locked down, man, it friggin' happened anyway!]

[pneumo]

[ KARA ASKED NICELY Sam. And didn't wound his pride, it helped a lot in getting him to agree.

As it is he's laid back against the sole couch in the room, reclined with one foot set over the armrest and the other hanging off the side. His Shades are pulled up over his eyes, and for all intents and purposes he looks to be sleeping in the pitch-blackness.

Except for the part where he answers anyway. ]

And here I thought they wouldn't feed me. Are you the dinner bell?

[ w r y ]

[collegedropout]

[Well gosh stop being a big baby!!

He sighs, looking hardly bothered.]

Funny. You're not the first supernatural creature that's chewed on me.

[pneumo]

I'm hardly supernatural. [ If anything he is perfectly native to his world and has no magic or abilities, beyond what he is biologically capable of. ]

How's the hand?

[collegedropout]

You are to me. That's all I need.

[If you're trying to change a hunter's labeling, nice try.

He flexes his hand, though.]

Hardly feel it.

[And that's the honest truth; he's cut the hand open many times before out of needing pain to fight hallucinations. Or to pain sigils with blood. As someone who knows intense pain intimately from decades of torture, a little hand bite? It's nothing.]

Actually, I'd prefer to learn more about your kind.