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refiningspacetime ([personal profile] refiningspacetime) wrote in [community profile] fleetlogs2014-11-25 01:55 pm

=> PHERES: Abscond.

=> PHERES: Abscond.
SUMMARY: Taking drinks from strangers is generally a bad idea. Pheres needs to be picked up from a party, but life is hard when your moirail is out of town and all of your friends are terrible. Luckily, there's always Fleetbound!

WARNINGS: None! Except for Pheres being thoroughly depressing in Lead him home.

THIS HAS BEEN FINALLY EDITED. For like the third time. Due to POV-switching shenanigans, you may occasionally encounter weird shifts / incorrect verb pluralisation at points that I missed in switching from 3rd person to 2nd person POV. Sorry! :c

For the most part, though, typoes should be fixed and continuity is now more accurate!

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obstructedantiquity: (sneer)

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-03 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The kid is growling, but Riccin does not give a single fuck what sort of raucous noise they want to rattle up: it's not like they can do shit. Their apartment is a thirty minute fucking walk, and they're not dawdling.

That changes when the kid starts yowling about drones. The first high pitch noise goes straight into one audiosponge and cuts into their pan, and Riccin hisses, their ears immediately pinning back defensively and their free hand clamping over one. The other hand is occupied with the kid, though.

Not for long. The kid starts hitting them and they shake them, hard, and then drop them for good measure.
Edited 2014-12-03 17:54 (UTC)
forgottensebayt: (fed up)

[personal profile] forgottensebayt 2014-12-03 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The only warning she gets is the way that Hinnom tenses, head tilting like ze's listening to someone talk, and then goes still. Combat training is what makes Marduk duck, and she's grateful for it when the booted foot goes over her head and straight into Pheres's, instead.

Grateful, and appalled.

"Hinnom!" she hisses, flushing. "Pheres - are you alright?"
postalprestidigitation: (disconcerted)

[personal profile] postalprestidigitation 2014-12-03 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Riccin drops them, and ze hits the ground with a bounce that leaves zim staggering. But that's okay, because ze's on zir feet, and already spinning, trying to find the best route to escape.

Where did they leave the sewer grate?

The others are talking, but right now, Hinnom doesn't care. Castor's circling them, peering at each in turn, and the information he's rattling off is what ze's got to pay attention to. They're still a few blocks over, clearing out the last of the communal hivestems. The neighborhood back there is completely locked down, and they've probably only got a minute or two before the groundsmen start moving over here to start rounding up the kids in the street.

Kids like them.

"These two will be fine." He's been looking over Marduk and Riccin, and yeah, Hinnom wasn't worried about Mardie: she's like, working for the fishheads, so the drones'll probably just pat her on the head and give her a piece of sugared grub leg. And Riccin's practically the size of a drone by themselves, so they can't be worried.

Castor's looking at Pheres, now, leaning in close enough that Pheres shifts. Flatscans can't see ghosts as much than specs, but sometimes they can feel their auras. "This one's cullbait," Castor announces. "Bring him along."

Hinnom puffs out their cheeks, but there's no time to protest, and Pheres might be old as fuck, but he isn't big: anywhere they can squeeze, he should be able to fit, too, so ze darts over and grabs his free hand.

"They're doing a culling sweep," ze says, and gives his arm a yank. If only ze was bigger, ze'd just haul him, like Riccin did. "Come on come on come on! We've gotta go!"
obstructedantiquity: (displeased)

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-03 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
And how the fuck does the kid know that?

But the daytime is quiet. A little too quiet, maybe, and Riccin frowns, looking around. Sure enough, there's kids at the windows of their hivestem, their curtains open and outlines blurred behind the tinted glass. They're not looking down at them, though.

Their faces are angled up, towards the next block over.

"Hold it," Riccin says, irritable. The kid is acting like this is a fucking emergency, but none of them are cullbait: they're wearing the Shepherd's symbol, emblazoned bold as brass on the back of their suncloak, and Marduk seems like the sort of dumbass that could rattle off her imperial signature in her sleep. "It's a culling sweep. So what?"
forgottensebayt: (gross)

[personal profile] forgottensebayt 2014-12-03 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. A culling sweep.

She's been in those once or twice, when she slept off-grounds for a night. Drones came into the hivestem and collected all the residents, straight in a line, and did a health inspection for blood abnormalities, any incurable communicative diseases.. anything that might warrant a culling, so their apartment block could be freed for a new, healthier child.

At the time, it was terrifying. The air had been thick with fear pheromones, and the sound of children weeping: she had watched one child culled in front of them, and then watched her moirail demand the same.

(The drone had done it, under code five hundred and eighty two. Marduk had looked it up, afterwards, and all of the rest of the culling qualifications, just in case.)

But now...

They're all healthy. No blood aberrations, no disease: she might wonder about Hinnom, the way that they live in the sewer, but ze spends too much time with her. She'd have noticed if ze was sick, or sported any unusual mutations.

"Culling sweeps are a perfectly normal and routine part of the day," she says, trying to sound soothing. Ze's practically vibrating with anxiety, and the way fear pheromones that are coming off of zim in waves is making her horns ache. "I've been in several, and come out fine. There's nothing to be worried about."
obstructedantiquity: (entertained)

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-03 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, fuck that. After they just went through all this bullshit to fetch him, Riccin's not about to let Pheres take off with some kid with a drone phobia.

They stalk forward until they're close enough to grab him, and then they do, one hand wrapping around the top of a horn. thank fuck for gloves, because they can feel the heat of the cuff even through the leather.

"Stop being such a chicken shit," they order. "The fuck you think they're going to do, they see your candy-ass trying to hide out a sweep?"

He's not a blood mutant: his cheeks are ruddy enough, it's clear he's maroon. And his clothes under the sun cloak aren't hiding anything, so there's nothing for him to worry about.

The yellowblood is another story, but Riccin doesn't care about the pipsqueak. They can be Marduk's problem.
forgottensebayt: (uncertain)

[personal profile] forgottensebayt 2014-12-03 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Pheres pulls free from her and is stepping after Hinnom before she can even react. "Goodbye!" he calls over his shoulder, waspish, like he thinks they're the ones being foolish.

"You can't outrun a culling sweep," she says, and the fear is rubbing off. She feels sick to her stomach, and grateful when Riccin moves to intercept them: they're going to get themselves culled, trying to escape. That's how you die. "You'll be fine! You'll both be fine, just --"

The world goes bright, bleaching out, and she thinks lightning must've struck, because the air feels heavy with something. Then the colour comes inching back, and she realises it's just Pheres, sparking like when she first saw him.

It's worse now, though, and the sparks are bright enough that it hurts to look at them. The first flare was the worst, and it's already dying down, like he can't quite sustain.. whatever it is that he's trying to do. "Please stop," she hisses, glancing towards the distance. She can hear something buzzing. If the drones arrive and find them all fighting...

She isn't sure what'll happen. But it'll probably be bad.
obstructedantiquity: (sneer)

[this is why OA has no quadrants] [how much of a douchebag can you even BE]

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-03 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd snapped at them a few times online, but Riccin had figured he was all talk: after all, it's easy to play tough when you don't have to back it up.

But no, he's bearing his teeth at her and hissing like he's going to bite. His teeth are nubby, though, with none of the care or polish that he's obviously put into his horns. Those fuckers wouldn't even break flesh.

It's pathetic as hell, and they have to marvel at the display. He's as threatening as a wet baby meowbeast. Are they supposed to be scared?

He jerks his head to try and get free, and they tighten their grip on the horn. "Get off of me," he demands, his voice frantic, and he must still be drunk as fuck, because he should be grateful. They're keeping his chump-ass from getting culled, and they're tempted to tell him that.

Instead, they just turn, their grip slipping onto the cuff proper, and later, they'll reflect that's what saves them from their hand getting completely fucking scorched.

The build-up of psionic aura is abrupt: Pheres has been sparking away steadily this entire time, a tiny-ass blip on the radar of their attention, and they barely notice when it starts to amp up. But then it keeps going, until the air is suddenly thick with the glowing sparks, the initial surge bright enough that it's hard to see.

The honey's still in his system. They're directionless: whatever his ability is, because by now they're fucking sure it isn't standard telekinesis, he's not using it right now. He's just pumping energy into his aura and putting on a lightshow, because the sparks are rippling across his horns and snapping like bands off into the air, but they're not going anywhere. They get little more than a few inches away from him before fading out entirely.

They might not be getting far, but they fucking sting. The initial surge hits the metal and bounces, but Riccin can still feel the heat output through their glove: if it'd hit their skin, they might've actually gotten burned. The sparks after that are too weak to do more than sting, brief taps of heat that die off just as the feeling registers, and they tighten their grip as he loses energy. Lucky for him they're wearing gloves, or they'd have claws inch-deep in his horns.

He tried to fucking zap them. Ungrateful bastard.

"You done yet?" they snap. "Because if you're going to keep that shit up, you won't have to worry about the fucking drones."

Their telekinesis only works at a distance, but Pheres is tiny as fuck: they don't need powers to beat some sense into him, if it comes to that.
Edited 2014-12-03 19:12 (UTC)
postalprestidigitation: (disconcerted)

[personal profile] postalprestidigitation 2014-12-03 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I should've told you to leave them," Castor says, stricken. He's playing with something around his throat: the curlicue twine of silver metal was his symbol, probably, when he was alive."I'm sorry."

Ze're fucked. He doesn't have to say anything: ze can hear the buzzing of the drones, and ze feels like crying. Ze're fucked, and ze're going to die.

Ze wishes Castor wasn't dead, because ze really wants a hug right now. Zir throat hitches and ze whines, as zir centispidermom stirs from her sleep and starts worriedly twining up zir throat.
Edited 2014-12-03 19:35 (UTC)
obstructedantiquity: (displeased)

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-03 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Pheres looks like they've hit him, his eyes big and wounded, and the kid behind him looks ready to bawl. Riccin feels like when they were bumping horns: like they've gotten stuck in the middle of some lowblood shit they don't understand.

(They might as well have hatched indigo, for all the sense these two are making.)

"What the fuck is your problem?" they demand, and they let go of the horn, because it's starting to feel weird. They clamp a hand on his shoulder, instead, grip firm so he doesn't take off. If they have to keep an arm on him in front of the drones to keep him from doing something stupid, well -

Myrrha owes them so fucking bad.

"The hell do you two have against drones? They're not out here for population control. It's a fucking health-check."
Edited 2014-12-03 19:39 (UTC)
forgottensebayt: (uncertain)

[personal profile] forgottensebayt 2014-12-03 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hinnom looks like they're going to burst into tears: there's already yellow pinpricks at the corner of their eyes, and Marduk feels like she's been called on in lecture. She doesn't know what to do.

She's certain she's not pale for Hinnom, or any other colour; their friendship is the platonic camaraderie of lonely age-mates in a hostile city. But she doesn't think she can deal with the way they look right now.

"It's okay," she says, and she sounds a little distraught now, too. If Hinnom starts crying, she's going to cry, and then where will they be? They won't have to worry about the drones: judging by the alarmed looks Riccin is giving them, they might cull them just to escape. "It's okay! They're just going to run our symbols and IDs and make sure no one is dying."

Their lusus is climbing out of zir shirt and wrapping around zir neck, the oversized mandibles clicking with what might be distress. She wants to pat them, but the mandibles and each set of legs are coloured with bright, poisonous red, so she bunches her hands on the side of her tunic instead.
postalprestidigitation: (disconcerted)

[personal profile] postalprestidigitation 2014-12-03 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ze hates Marduk, and ze hates Riccin, and ze hates Pheres, because if ze wasn't with them, ze wouldn't be about to die.

Marduk is at the top of the list, because she's trying to talk to zim, her bottom lip trembling like she's got any right to be upset when it's all her fault.

"You're so dumb," Hinnom accuses Marduk, petting zir lusus. She's bumping her antaennae against zim, mandibles pinching at zir skin as she tries to figure out what has zim so upset. Ze's throat is too tight for the chirps and hums that ze uses to communicate with her, though, and so ze just pets her instead, trying to draw comfort from the smooth press of the keratin. "You're SO dumb."

"You shouldn't -" Castor starts off, worried, but ze hates him, too, because he's already dead. Drones can't hurt him.

(Lowbloods never leave lasting ghosts: there's too many, and they've got no resistance to the other psychic imprints. They rub and rub and rub on each other, until there's nothing left but an imprint with no memories and a dozen names.)

(When ze dies, it'll be permament.)

"I don't have a symbol," ze says, spitting out the words, and now ze's crying, gross, ugly sobs that they try to keep in and can't. "I don't have a symbol or an ID or anything else and they're going to cull me and it's all your fault!"
Edited 2014-12-03 19:55 (UTC)
obstructedantiquity: (oh no he's hot)

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-04 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
One moment, Pheres is all but growling, snapping out each word with a disdain that feels personal. His reasons are all hoofbeastshit - there's no way they're going to look at his warm skin and flushed face and think undead cullbait, flourescent eyes or not - but that's not stopping him from spelling it out in his sharp-ass tone, like he's personally schoolfeeding them on life.

The next moment, he slaps them, a solid thwack that sends Riccin stepping back with surprise, and twists free of their grasp. When they reach up to touch their smarting face, their fingers comes back damp with vivid gold blood.

He hit them. He fucking scratched them.

They should be furious. They should be irate: their meteor hammer is literally a twitch of their fingers away, locked away in their signing modus. There's no reason not to. They've culled people for less.

But instead they just stand there and stare.
Edited 2014-12-04 02:11 (UTC)
forgottensebayt: (uncertain)

[=> EVERYONE: FREAK THE FUCK OUT.]

[personal profile] forgottensebayt 2014-12-04 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't have a symbol, and he doesn't have an ID, and -

Marduk has heard about feral trolls. They escape from the brooding caverns and they live in the woods: no schoolfeeds and no allowances means no education, and no hive means no socialisation. They're animals. They cull other trolls for fun, and dine on their meat, and culling them is a gift to society.

They do not live in cities, running post for caegars and wearing hand-me-downs and making ghost puns about how they never aspectral a visit, but it sure does lift their spirits, boo -

Hinnom's not feral. Ze can't be.

"How do you not have an ID?" she demands. Hinnom is crying and she shouldn't be yelling at zim, but that's what she's doing: her voice is going higher and higher, because ze's crying and it's terrifying. "Everyone has an ID!"
postalprestidigitation: (curious)

[personal profile] postalprestidigitation 2014-12-04 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Castor is talking to himself, his lips moving silently as he holds onto the symbol. Hinnom keens at him, demanding attention, but he doesn't notice.

Ze hates him the most.

Marduk is yelling at zim. Ze hunches zir shoulders, defensive, and wraps zir arms around zimself. This isn't fair. This isn't --

Pheres is kneeling in front of zim, and his voice is just the right pitch that it catches Hinnom's attention. It's soft and nice and sympathetic, and maybe it catches Castor's attention, too, because he actually looks up from his pendant.

"Yes," Hinnom says, hesitantly, canting their eyes towards the ghost. He's staring at Pheres like he might actually have a plan, but.. even if they got into the sewers, the drones are too close to escape. "My - my hive. But it's too far to run."
Edited 2014-12-04 03:00 (UTC)
postalprestidigitation: (disconcerted)

[personal profile] postalprestidigitation 2014-12-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Pheres's voice is shaking, and his hand is clammy. His face looks wet, this close up, and ze feels a little better about crying, because his eyes are a rheumy, bloodshot red.

"Make eye contact," Castor says. He's clutching his pendant, and he doesn't let go when Hinnom looks at him, just jerks a hand dismissively. "Not with me," he snaps, "with him! That might help."

Talking with ghosts is one thing, but Hinnom's never tried it with proper people. But it's the same thing, isn't it? Just one's got meat on their bones and the other doesn't.

Ze really, really hopes it's the same thing.

Pheres is kneeling, right at eye-level. Ze takes in a deep breath, and leans forward, until zir forehead is pressed against his, and ze can count the veins in his eyes.

And then Hinnom thinks of zir hive.
obstructedantiquity: (displeased)

[personal profile] obstructedantiquity 2014-12-04 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
The air is heady with the sound of drone wings, and above that, Riccin can hear the heavy stomp of grounded movement. They must be at the next street over, for all that they haven't heard any culling screams. Any minute, they'll be pressing into this street.

That thought stirs them out of their stupor, and to movement.

"This is a fucking awful idea," they snap, stepping forward, directing their words at Pheres. If the kid is feral, then they're going to get culled, but there's no point in him throwing his lot in with them, no matter his stupid delusions about his Messiah damned eyes. "They've got battery sensors - if they catch you trying to bail, they'll gut you like a goddamned fish."
forgottensebayt: (gross)

[personal profile] forgottensebayt 2014-12-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
No one's listening. Her voice falters, then cracks, and she clamps a hand over her mouth to cover the way her breath is hitching.

Riccin isn't even looking at Hinnom. As far as they're concerned, ze's already dead, and that's what makes Marduk realise ze wasn't joking.

Hinnom's feral. Ferals are culled. Ze's going to get culled, and it's all her fault: ze told her, and oh.

Oh, Empress, what is she going to do?

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