insertmeathere | Friday Meme Light: Cause It's A Bittersweet Victory (Ten Years Later Thread)

The clock continues to turn on the ship.

The last years have been of turbulence, surprises and great fights, but eventually, five years ago, the Ohm were defeated and slowly, peace was restored to the entire multiverse. The crisis was averted! Congratulations!

...However rebuilding universes takes time. Energy. Power. It still might be years off before you'll get to go home, and Stacy is truly saddened about that. Call it catch 22 if you will, but at least the life on the ship is a lot more peaceful now. The farms have grown, and now there's enough in-house grown food to feed everyone who doesn't feel like eating slop or eating slop in the sensoriums every day. That's a small comfort, right? Oh sure, there's still the surprise or two on it, but now there's slowly more places to stop, and Stacy has been a lot more lenient about people getting their shots...

As they sometimes say, life will find a way to flourish, anywhere it can. My, there's a lot more bellies around the ship than before...

And maybe. One day. Far off future. You'll get to go home. But that's not now.

Ten years is a lot of time for people to grow, personalities to change and emotions to emerge. How have your characters turned out of it?

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Still lurking on the outskirts of the city, in the shadows of Stacy where no beast dared venture was a creature of savage fury and might.

What was once a happy go lucky, lovable dork of a hero was now a massive bloodthirsty beast known only as Menagerie.

The war had taken it's price from Beastboy, as his sanity had been ripped from him through torture and pain during a failed mission. Only his constantly shifting forms kept him from being locked away to protect the other citizens of Stacy.

Occasionally there would be reports of livestock stolen, people who dared to explore into his territory who were brutally ejected.

He had yet to have killed...but it was only a matter of time.

Nima knows what's out there, but still goes in search of her livestock. She doesn't have any illusions about finding them, at least, not in any condition to bring back to the herd.

But this city has more than lost glowsloths to bring back into the fold. Approaching 30 hasn't done much to change Nima, apart from the ragged, unappealing scars covering the left side of her face. They look out of place on her peaceful features.

The air nomad nun lands on a building and considers the view before her, wondering if she's on the right side of the city this time.

Traces of Menageries path were clear enough, after all he had no natural predators to hide from. Claw marks in the walls, broken gnawed on bones left scattered about, and broken walls smashed rather then crumbled by time and natural causes.

As if she wasn't sure though a low growl echoed from somewhere deeper in the territory.

Nima's heard that growl before, and the path is usually clear. She spins her staff, flipping open the wings of her glider, and takes to the air. She isn't trying to be stealthy, so the breeze that carries her announces her presence as well.

She scans the trail as she goes, landing to inspect the signs of progress where they can't be seen from the air.

There! Hunkered down in what looks to be the remains of a playground the Beast is resting under a jungle gym in the soft sand.

The form it has at the moment closest resembles a feline beast of sorts, but it has a sharp blade on the end of it's tail. Despite it's eyes being closed it's senses are finely tuned. approach with caution.

So how eaten is the creature? It was a deer this time, right? In that case, Nima doesn't have much claim on it. She's come to terms with the reality that animals not hers to care for are raised to be eaten by others.

It's never a good idea to take a predator's kill from it, anyway. Nima has been aware of this for plenty of time.

But this creature is, and was, more than a predator. It is not right that he should stay that way.

Nima lands at a distance that is not aggressive, but is distinctly within the creature's territory. She averts her eyes to the side, not meeting the creature's gaze yet, but her posture is not fearful, and neither is her calm, friendly voice.

"I'm back, my friend. You know that was not yours to take."

A single eye opens and the growl deepens. A massive paw extends out slowly to snag what's left of the carcass. It's almost impossible to tell what the creature once was, but enough of it's lower flank remains for the task.

Claws sinking into the flesh Menagerie draws it's kill closer to make his message very clear. This is mine!

"I'm not here to take it from you. You know I don't eat meat."

She seats herself with a practiced, fluid motion, her staff across her lap.

"I would like for you to say you know why I'm here. You have not yet, but I believe one day you will."

She has every intention of sitting and talking like this all afternoon.

The Beast continued growling and his fur bristled in further warning, but he still made no moves to go after her. She was keeping her distance and he was still waking up.

Few had encountered Menagerie to length and come away to speak of it without injuries, perhaps this peaceful soul would be one such person.

Only a matter of time, huh? Not if Gandrayda had anything to say about it. Some had called it a sort of folly to even try, but she'd been working with med bay in the hopes of finding just the right DNA recombination that might be able to calm him down again.

Nothing had worked so far. But hey, after hearing what had happened with her and Phazon madness and how Samus had to kill Gandrayda's because of her own insanity, she could only try to fix someone else's so they didn't suffer the same fate she might have had once.

Studies so far had given some insight into Menagerie/Beastboy's physiology, genetic therapy had made his genes unstable to the point that with a thought he effectively took them apart atom by atom, molecule by molecule and rebuilt himself into whatever creature was in mind.

But since the madness set in Earth animals rarely made appearances, instead alien monstrosities, mythical beasts and the like had been his tools of choice.

For right now he was a dragon, sleeping inside the ruins of a building, smoke puffing out of the windows and holes in the foundation as a dire warning to any and all who would dare enter.

So basically this was his way of saying "Hello Gandrayda, nice to see you." Or so Gandrayda liked to think it was. Humor helped to keep the situation from being entirely too depressing, after all, and how she coped with everything.

More or less? Either that or Go away or I'll eat you!

It really just depended on if your glass of bloodthirsty killing machine was half full or half empty.

This was Gandrayda. She took everything half full. Although this needle was completely filled with a glowing liquid.

Upon entering the den of the dragon she would see Beastboy, curled up and snoring softly, smoke drifting from his nose holes, the corpses of various small creatures and their bones providing a morbid sort of decoration.

Now she just had to find a soft spot to sink the needle into.

No problem she'd done this numerous times before on creatures of all shapes and sizes ~~Metroid games were good with soft spots after all~~. Using her nimble agility, she ran over and struck right into the soft underside back of his tail.

There was a sudden roar that shook the very foundations of the building till it began to crumble around them and that tail lashed out at our shape shifting hero to attempt to knock her into one of the crumbling walls.

Acid poured from his maw as he flapped wildly kicking droplets of the toxic corrosive fluid around in his fury.

It might take a minute to see any effects...good luck making it that long!!!

Friday Meme Light: Cause It's A Bittersweet Victory (Ten Years Later Thread)

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