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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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[ 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.

[ it's enough to make his excitement deflate a little, though not enough to make him sulk. ]

Okay, but - you're not just saying you will but then not doing it, right?

[ She stifles a giggle at his clear dejection. ]

I promise, I will show you as soon as I'm feeling stronger again. It's too useful anyway, so even if it's not now, when we're out on mission you might see it anyway. [ curious then, a tilt to her head. ] And you'll show me what you can do too?

Yeah, 'course.

[ He shifts his shoulders a little, awkward and young, pretending he isn't flattered that she'd want to see a monster at work. ]

What are you? If you don't mind me asking, you don't feel --

[ She'd say normal, but what was normal around here? human, maybe then. he rolls near her like burning oil over water. Hot. Searing almost except she's gotten better at diverting away from herself. ]

[ With his fingers idly splashing, ] Human? That's because I'm a demon.

[ Far from looking put off, she peers at him further, brows knitted together in thought and observation. She seen things people call hell, she had watched it day after day and no longer feels much either way.

Funny, maybe. In a dark way at least. Here they are, at ends with each other. ]

What does that mean for you exactly? Is there anything I should know to help you settle in?

[ Help him settle in? Wow, he thought she'd just laugh or chase him away. What a good friend. ]

Uhm. I guess they already took care of most of the stuff. [ a little shrug. ] Like, I have to eat people, but I can't eat any of you.

[ 'Can't' as in, it would be inconvenient for everyone involved, not much else. ]

[ Her eyebrows go up, considering what he said. Somehow, it fits, how he feels like burning, he feels like bandits screaming, and of course, he is a demon, of course, he eats people and she settles back with that information in a careful gaze. Observing him again like it had all clicked into place.

It's arrogance, but she knew Krieg, Salvador and Brick, she was Pandoran in that way and her eyebrows go up and -- so that actually is about it. There's no horror, no sickening turn away. It fits, and he is fitting to her she supposes.

Just, yeah, she can see how that would be a problem. Presses her lips together, thinking more evidently. ]

I appreciate you not eating any of us. [ Giggles, faint, who cares if this isn't something that should be joked about? At least it wasn't bandits given unnecessarily graphic details. ] Well as long as it's taken care of. I am sure some of the planets we land on will have morgues as well. Or maybe they won't care about the dead so much.

[ She surprises him again, so practical about the information given to her and the possible solutions to it all. Truth is he prefers them to be still alive when he first bites into flesh, but that's just a preference he may or may not demand to indulge in later. For now, he's just glad this conversation is still happening. ]

Yeah, maybe. Do you eat normal stuff?

[ She nods. Sirens were just human, even if they look strange.

But that wasn't always true for her, either, now was it? Contemplates giving him the simple answer, but then he's being honest with her and she's determined to be more so these days. ]

I do and I can. There's an element I can also live off, but it's not here, thankfully, so it's just normal food for me these days.

[ His curiosity, as terrible as it always him, simply makes him press for more. ]

What is it?

[ The word comes out soft, breathless and aching. ]

Eridium.

[ She's come to feel this is what she will never forgive Jack for most, that he'd forced it into her system, killing her in a rush of absolute power. That it has been -- how long now since the symbiote had taken over her body in replacement for the slag that kept her living but dead without it?

And what comes over the connection is an helpless, powerful adrenaline, a pain that is pure, pure, pure and an agony that is beautiful. Call her addict, it is the same. The force of it is strong, still so heavy in her veins because she can still feel them all from the first time it had burned out every single one of them from her heart out. She could trace her own blood flow, an awareness that is without end, without break and broad even to its intricacies that she is aware of a thousand lives and the sluggish push of her blood out of her own heart and she is so now because she still feels like an empty shell, waiting desperately for it.

Craving, is what she knows it as now. But this is worse than just that. She will never forgive Jack of it, not ever. She never wants to see the stuff again, she will hate the colour purple as much as she wants to vomit at the mention of the words I love you.. It's still so much that even just thinking about it makes it come back where she spends her days fighting it off.

But oh, oh she is craving. ]

When I have enough of it, I don't need to eat, drink or sleep, and my abilities are largely enhanced.

[ It's clearly more than that, and she keeps her eyes down to speak her removed, clipped explanation. ]

[ Though it was hardly her intention, the sensations that bleed through their connection entrance him like a moth to a flame, suddenly very aware of the person before him. The woman who had just been a stranger he was supposed to get along with moments ago, called Angel, now feels like she's the closest he's found to having any kin in this universe.

(Powerful adrenaline, a pain that is pure, an agony that is beautiful. Petre couldn't possibly appreciate them for what they are, his view of the world still too simple and instincts erratic with what he wants and needs, but he knows how they feel. Always hungry, always craving and feeding on what people constantly talk about being no more than sin. When he goes berserk there's nothing else,. He feels like his own blood turns into a different substance, and that substance needs to drink more just like it.

If that makes him a monster, he decides she's one as well. So he wants her to be his, wants her to understand how he feels, just like Diana did.)]

That's what happens to me, too.

[ While she avoids his gaze, his is intently locked on hers. ]

[ This is all quite probably a mistake, when she looks up at him, and she keeps herself to herself in a lot of ways. Because how would most even understand? The loneliness and the misery. The emptiness that turns someone mad and hungry and breaks them as surely as anything else might.

She is not good, she never has been, no one comes out of Pandora good. She tries to make the choices to be better, as much as she can. But it doesn't change what she has done, what she has been.

She expects questions or digging or something crude maybe, he's a self-professed demon after all. ]

Yeah? [ the laughter is flat and ringing, light and easy, acceptance is a strange thing. She is a siren, beginning, middle, end. For the first time, that actually settles easily around her. ] I never got much of a choice about it. But it's over now, anyway.

[ except it clearly isn't, the flatness in her words, her expression. She has to move past it, she has to. She must be better, because she finally has a choice about it. ]

[ There's one difference between them, because Petre was asked and he said yes. That was his choice, die or become a demon, and the answer is obvious here and now. He still regards her with interest, like he's just seeing her under a new light and appreciating everything all over again. ]

You didn't like it.

[ did she like it? In and of itself? Maybe. Granted, it hadn't mattered, and that's the difference. Petre revels.

She'd never been allowed. She can't say it, there is too much, because it had never had the power to like it or not, and soon, she hadn't felt anything at all. Nor does she find herself with an easy way to explain.

But she ought to, how intently he looks pins her for a second, and something rabbits high in her throat. Old memories, that is all they are now, they cannot hold her any more, she refuses, refuses - ]

Have you ever heard stories about monsters that are locked up in towers to keep them from devouring? Or... about Princesses who are locked away to protect them?

[ Licks her lips, her fingers curled in tightly where she's sat. ]

It was a little like both of those, for me.

[ It's a nice metaphor; Petre might have been able to appreciate it if he could concentrate on the things that were supposed to be beautiful, not just the ugly. In his silence more questions start to bubble up. ]

... I'm a monster, but I was never locked up.

[ A smile tug, and she's known him for ten minutes and he reminds far too much of the bandits, but his mind is right there, just beside hers and she laughs a little bit. ]

Yeah, I was getting that feeling. Are demons normal where you come from?

No. [ he shakes his head, an immature little gesture. ] They used to be, but they were all wiped out by the Gods. Diana's making more now, though. I'm the first.

[ That's -- new. She blinks, how on earth do you make demons? It's possible. Hyperion certainly made it's far share of monsters. Krieg was proof enough of that. But a demon was more than just murderously insane.

Well, she thinks so. ]

That's... honestly, I don't really know what to say. We don't really have demons or Gods or ... people that can make them. Sounds ... exciting? [ The only people she knows would revel in that sort of fight, granted. ]

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