station72 | ( open log come be my friend hail satan )

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( open log come be my friend hail satan )

CHARACTERS: Petre, open to everyone.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: day 166 onward.
SUMMARY: Petre fucks around, he's bored and you're his entertainment, probably.
WARNINGS: He swears and says inappropriate things; if there are themes to his character you'd like me to avoid, let me know here.

NESTING DECK | WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME
[ Hard to say where Petre spends most of his time, but this is the first place he remembers seeing after his world burned before his eyes, so it seems logical to him to come here for answers. There are none, of course, even when he directly addresses the symbiote that doesn't even bother to answer back in words. There will be things along the lines of the following: ]

(Hey, can you hear me?)
(You could answer, you're in my head, stupid.)
(Do you even have a name?)
(You're useless.)

[ Because he's a smart cookie, of course. Whatever. He crosses his arms, kicks at whatever he finds that's grounded to the floor, and wanders around to see if there's anyone he can wake up to actually have a conversation with. ]

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TRAINING WING | JUST KEEP SWIMMING
[ People who have been around him will know this: Petre used to be a human boy, was turned into a demon and taught how to fight by his partner Diana, since she created him to become a sidekick in a war against gods. For that he knows how to pick up a weapon or other, but anyone seeing him actually practicing with or without one will find that he's extremely crude and prefers brutality over technique. Seriously, it's almost sad to watch.

Otherwise, he'll be shedding his clothes and jumping into the pool wearing nothing but twink-sized briefs. There's the possibility he may use his heat-inducing powers to make the water warmer. And warmer. Until he's actually pretty damn hot, at least if you come close enough. You're... welcome? ]

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RECREATIONAL WING | NETFLIX AND THRILL
[ The boy is extremely disorganized. Just peek into his brain to see that his thoughts are a bit chaotic, so much that even his symbiote seems to present a little difficulty quieting things down. It still feels comfortable in his brain, though, for what it's worth, but sadly it does not prevent the kid from being extremely bored. He knows he likes pop culture, from the few things he's bothered to learn about the world outside a war against the divine, which he prefers in the form of easy-to-consume things, such as movies. Do they exist?! That is the question.

So he'll go to the library and start taking out whatever material he finds there. Absolutely do not count on him to put a single thing back in place. ]

Do they have horror movies here? I want those.

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[ She's not phased particularly. Been sweet, maybe, when she had been littler -- oddly prophetic as she had gotten her abilities and her own set of bright, white wings. Sometimes it was like she couldn't be anything else really.

Still -- ] It's not great, but considering some of the other things my dad has named, I got off lucky.

Edited 2016-05-07 02:50 (UTC)

[ And now Angel will see that Petre has zero tact when his curiosity is a factor. ]

Like what.

[ She can't help but giggle, sitting up a little straighter. It's ridiculous, and she felt so sorry for the poor thing... ]

... He bought a pony made of diamonds. Not... not a statue, a living, moving, breathing diamonds and -- he called it Butt Stallion.

[ Were he someone with empathy and he might have thought it was just as awful, but instead Angel makes him burst into a giggling fit, childish and bright. It's probably the closest he's getting to sincere, and it figures that it's on the fact that someone out there is as much of a shit as he is. ]

That's a fucking stupid name. How's a horse made of diamonds?

[ It's the exact sort of reaction might have, and she keeps watching, her face is measured -- important, to her at least, to learn what sort of person he was. Then she could know how to navigate with him better in the long run. ]

Yeah, it is. [ Another smile, still pleasant, fingers reaching up to drag through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. ] Dunno, you'd have to ask the bioengineers that made her. They're all the rage though. I think you could get all sorts of animals, too.

Whole animals made out of diamonds. That's crazy.

[ said the boy from a world full of gods at war. ]

What would you have called it?

They're a booming industry. All the rich and famous want one. [ Which from the roll of her eyes, she finds a little bit ridiculous. ]

I don't know, I suppose every little girl wants a pony, I just happened to land the Dad that bought it for himself instead of for me. [ the actual tragedy of her life. ] Probably something really unimaginative like -- Twinkle? [ pauses, thinking a little bit further. ] Maybe Sparkle? [ that isn't actually better. ] I'd call it Sparkle.

[ The girl born from the rich and famous rolling her eyes at them. Or so he assumes, which amuses him all the same. ]

Don't diamonds cut through everything? You could call it something like that.

[ She couldn't be more difference, but then again, she's either Rapunzel or the Minotaur, depending on you talked to. But no one really needs to know about that - for now her eyes crinkle in a gentle smile, shaking her head. ]

Butt Stallion isn't that kind of pony, trust me. She's very... [ well, she wonders how to put it. Exactly what little girls dream of, but it's hard to express. Instead she leans forward to where he's producing all that heat, boil the water and the steam that comes from it. She moves her marked hand then, and it's an idle thing. This won't be like Ares, this broodmate already seems far more comfortable with unexplainable things. Even if his mind feels a tumult to her, even if they weren't brood. ] ... I could show you?

[ She tries to make it look more -- conjured than suddenly appearing. Reality is not a solid thing to her, rather it is a thing changed in perception when she feels like it. Not true, not actually there, just an illusion she produces outside of her self. Wafts the steam, lets it build as the light from her markings ebbs into life, blue to white, glow in her eyes that she keeps down. Feels -- like a current, shifting and curling, more like she's carving something with a artist's precision perhaps rather than magic --

Until out of the steam it makes a solid shape, not full size, but of one sparkling diamond pony. That is life like, or at least, somewhat so. Stepping across the water like this was all normal. ]

[ Watching her is a miraculously silent procedure, waiting until something interesting happens - which it does. From the steam she shapes the creature, making Petre look like a child being shown magic for the very first time, light blue eyes bright with both shock and wonder. It's not that he adores what he sees, just the fact that he's seeing it.

Don't call it being impressed, though. That's just lame! ]

... How'd you do that? Show me.

[ She still gets a thrill of her own, seeing people excited at what she can do, rather than fearful. That she can be useful rather than be used. She lets the small Butt Stallion trot across the water, oh so daintily in the mimicry of Angel's memories of her. ]

Sorry, I wouldn't really know how to. [ It trots closer to him, peering up at him with glassy eyes. She curls her fingers about, the white lines ebbing again, the little ripples of light that shine off the water, and as suddenly -- Butt Stallion has wings, taking off in a flap of bright purple wings. Trailing rainbow light and all. ] It sort of comes innately to... well, my kind, I suppose.

[ Right before it produces wings, Petre's hand lifts off the water and he reaches, wondering what will happen if he touches the reproduction. It's no different than a cat reaching for glass to push it off the table, and if it hadn't flown off, it might have been just as destructive. Poor idiot, he just can't help it. ]

What's 'your kind'?

[ It swoops, spins about again. ]

Human, for the most part. [ corrects it quickly. She still feels a little odd for how Ilde seems to think of her, needing to correct Ares over it as well. She's human -- just one of a kind.

She hadn't asked for it. ] We're called Sirens. Not that there is, uhm, a lot of us? For some reason, only six of us can exist at any time, and all our abilities are different. But we all get... wings, which is why I think we got the name.

[ Oh boy, please don't take that the wrong way. ] And these. [ She snags the corner of her shirt to tug it up her stomach, and there flat to her hips is the framing of even yet more blue markings as the one on her arm. ] And that's about as much as we really understand, so I guess that means you know as much as I do now. [ laughs like that's not -- incredibly frustrating to have this strangeness festering in herself, without any true of understanding. There's the stuff she's not saying, about the vaults, the eridium. But that's not so much secrecy as she doesn't really want to think about them ever again if she doesn't have to. ]

[ He looks like he likes the information a bit less as he gets it, like he's waiting for her to suddenly announce she's divine and instantly become his enemy. Which would suck, seeing as they're linked together, and she's actually being pretty nice to him. (And vice-versa.) But no such news comes. He doesn't remember reading about blue markings as a sign of that shit anyway. ]

You were just born like that?

[ She nods, with a faint 'mmhm' she hums as she watches her little illusion descend, or rather, as she guides. As it is, it moves like the rakks move, their lazy swooping circles. All predatory wait that she cannot help but mimic as the only thing she truly knows. ]

When one of us dies, another is born. We start manifesting our abilities young, too.

That's weird. I haven't heard about anything like that before.

[ So. Obviously it's 'weird'. ]

[ She shrugs, she doesn't expect differently. She's died not knowing very much about herself in the end. Just that she could do amazing terrifying things, and that ultimately, it all meant nothing. They were as cyclical as everything else in the universe. ]

We tend to just be working it all out ourselves. One of us -- Lilith? She's been using her powers a lot of years, and then one day, by mistake, she found out that she could ... well, she liquefied a guy. She didn't really know she could do that before.

Can you do that?

[ because it sounds cool. ]

[ She looks down, something like a flush working up in her cheeks. ]

Sort of. Just... differently. I didn't really... have much of a need so it's... been something I've done by mistake.

[ daaaaaaaamn Angel. ]

I wanna see you do it.

[ This isn't something she brings up that she can do, works hard to be above it. Doesn't change that she's got a body count with the rest of them. Enough blood on her hands to make any Pandoran proud. Well, except most of the people she's caused to die are Pandora but...

... then there's her mother, the control core workers, the scientists all dead to something Jack filed away as 'malfunctions' and slaughtered anyone that dare spoke of it. Pricks bright in her mind, of pain, blinding, consuming, sublime pain. ]

Maybe. One day on a mission of it need to, just not on the ship. I'm still really working out how to do it... so I don't want to hurt anyone by mistake.

Edited (casually makes up words???) 2016-05-19 05:30 (UTC)

There's gotta be other stuff you can try it on. They'll want you to use it sooner or later, right?

[ So it'd only make sense to provide them with the tools they needed to develop. ]

Yeah... [ a little nod of her head. She has been. Prince had given her a room that allowed her to let it all out, so to speak. It's not much more than scorch marks at the moment. ]

... I've got a training room in particular. Keeps me out of the way, and other people away from me.

So - we can go there.

[ It's strange that he should be so eager. A smile pulls, soft, she's easy to be fond of others. ]

Maybe later? I'm still recovering a little. It's nothing impressive to see yet.

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