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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 11:43 pm
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 9:06 pm
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Sascha had been to Underworld before. Probably. Well, Sascha liked to habitually explore the Chittentown club scene. Chittentown was a huge city so statistically... Maybe? Sascha hoped he wouldn't get quizzed on the drinks menu. Truthfully he only noticed the club part as an afterthought when applying for sponsorship. Granted, it was a positive thought. Sascha was a dancer, Chittentown native, and general wild child. It was a perfect fit. What actually drew him to the sponsor was the name under the title.
Cerpin Sugall. Sascha would have been more skeptical of the coincidence if he hadn't recognized the symbol and color listed in the information packet. He knew exactly what kind of person Cerpin was, and that was the kind of person Sascha wanted backing him in his quest for fame. Perhaps if he was being a touch more rational Sascha would have paid more attention to the fact he'd only met Cerpin all of one time. It was in an impromptu duet-slash-performance-battle, though, which meant the two of them were practically kismesis. He could hit up the actual Underworld establishment later, preferably as an VIP.
In the meantime, Cerpin had invited Sascha out on the town to do some shopping for the latter's new professional image. Considering what he'd seen of Cerpin's tastes, Sascha couldn't help but be excited. Aandes had a wonderful sense of style, but his dress code for Sascha tended towards the professional and unassuming. Sascha looked damn good in a tailored suit, but if he could dress in something with glitter, he wanted the glitter.
Sascha met Cerpin at the center plaza of one of Chittentown's higher end shopping centers. "Higher end" of course was relative to the city, whose baseline was dusty and crowded. However, the fewer class-based restrictions allowed for some eclectic finds to slip onto the shelves. Sascha was interested to see if Cerpin knew of any hidden gems in the area.
"Yo," Sascha waved to Cerpin. His greeting was bypassed entirely in favor of dropping a pair of yellow shutter shades on his face. Sascha blinked and looked around owlishly. "How are people expected to see anything with- Oh s**t, do these glow in the dark!? Hell yeah." Sascha grinned and flicked the shades up so they were sitting on top of his forehead.
"So do you got a game plan, or are we just heading where the desert wind takes us, or whatever?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:27 pm
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Sascha glanced down at the gumball in his hand with a look of blatant confusion. However, he'd already pulled back his shoulder to toss it by the time Cerpin broke character. "You sure? Bet I could nail that mannequin in front of Swordstorm from here." Sascha cast another thoughtful glance--though perhaps facetiously so--in the store's direction. If he missed he could potentially chip a window, or worse, knock over a perfume display. Sascha shrugged and ended up tossing the gumball into his mouth.
He chewed the candy thoughtfully while he and Cerpin meandered to their first stop. Cerpin's grip on the front of his shirt was startling, but after the gumball, Sascha took it in stride. He trotted to keep up the pace. "NOVA?" He reiterated around a mouthful of sugar. He seemed more surprised by the question than the hand on his shirt.
"Well you know what a nova, is right? A star appears in a big flash of light." Sascha struck a mock pose with his arms while walking. Ta-da! "More specifically, I'm a helmsman. In-training, mind you, but that's about as close as you can get to the job title in this day and age without an actual spaceship to fly. I've always been telekinetic, but I got my big break stumbling across some secret unregulated helmsman research as a kid. Legit--this stuff was booby-trapped with explosives and everything." Sascha laughed as though he wasn't recounting a childhood story in which he nearly exploded. "I brought that s**t to the Chittentown Technical Center and was like 'I want in.' They were pretty much like, 'with this sweet stash and brain powers to boot? Hell yeah you're in.' So I was in the official helmsman training program for a while; helping parse all that illegal research."
Sascha made a broad, rotating gesture with one arm to signify the passage of time. "That all culminated in a formal test with an actual helmsman station. Putting it all together. Unfortunately everyone did a little too good of a job because the systems overloaded and I sealed myself in a flaming room." Sascha lifted a handful of hair off of his neck, exposing a patch of scarring. "Anyway, I'm super glad to have full use of my limbs and most of my hair back. I'm putting it to use with a stage career. Not taking that s**t for granted. A star is born and all that."
Sascha glanced up at the signage for Overloaded. He'd almost forgotten where they'd been walking to. Belatedly, he realized he'd accidentally swallowed his gum at some point while he'd been talking.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 3:08 pm
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"Course I know what a nova is. I'm-" Cerpin interjected before falling quiet as Sascha mentioned his helmsman training. The yellowblood was telekinetic? He had formal training in how to fly a ship. He'd found illegal research? Dammit, if only he'd found this guy sooner! He wanted to dig in and take the boy for himself but untangling someone from the government was obnoxiously troublesome work. The highblood nodded along as he listened, watching Sascha very intently as he recounted his explosive experience at the helmsman station. It sounded both exciting and terrifying at the same time.
His eyes stared at the scarring on Sascha's neck with a look of awe and respect. If they weren't careful, that would be them. Maybe she had been right to take things a little more seriously than he had been doing.
"Geez, Sasch, save a little badassery for the rest of us." Cerpin chuckled and shook his head at the coolness of Sascha's chaotic life story. He was liking the guy more and more with each new odd or crazy fact he learned about him. It was strange to meet someone interested in so many of the same things as him: stars, dancing, music, peacocking, danger. It threw him off balance a bit in a way that he didn't mind. They passed through the entrance to Overloaded and started poking at the racks. There were some decent options for normal people to wear. But the two of them were hardly normal.
"Pilot, survivor, superstar. You're my new favorite person." He held up a bedazzled motorcycle jacket covered in sequins and wiggled a few fingers in the air to catch Sascha's attention before throwing it at him to try on. He also threw over a pair of pants with googly eyes and zippers sprinkled all over them as a joke. Cerpin was half taking this seriously, half just having a good time. Chittentown fashion was bonkers compared to the higher class cities in his opinion. Cerpin was kind of bonkers too though.
"So when you win, are you gonna change it to SUPERNOVA? Or I guess you could go out as a hypergiant." Go big or go home, in Cerpin's world. He was not incredibly educated on chemistry or mathematics but he did know about stars after all that time with Tevini, Polair and Deimos.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 10:17 pm
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"It's a curse," Sascha sighed dreamily as he pushed into Overloaded. As much as he enjoyed the title of badass, Sascha couldn't help but feel a little weird each time he recounted his history. For one, it sounded totally fake. Also, Sascha had a hard time disentangling his incredibly specific viewpoint from the whole affair. He said the words "survived the flaming wreckage of an overloaded helmsman testing station," but all Sascha heard played back was, "I was really scared and it hurt a lot." Spending weeks lying immobile in a shallow pool of medbay sopor slime was hardly badass. Thankfully not many people were interesting in asking him to recount that part of the story, and Cerpin wasn't about to be the first.
Sascha looked up from the clothing rack he'd been pillaging. "...And that's my new favorite jacket," Sascha said, awestruck. He made grabby hands and Cerpin tossed him the garment. The additional pants flopped over his shoulder as he admired the sparkly jacket. He looked down at them, visibly perturbed to find them looking back. He was about to cast Cerpin a disbelieving look, only to get distracted by the conversation.
Sascha folded the pants over his arm along with the jacket. He was absolutely taking them both back to the dressing block. "'S not a bad idea. I might save that for my retirement tour, though."
Sascha idly considered whether or not it was tacky to hemotype leopard print. He eventually decided it wasn't tacky enough to stop him and added a couple shirts to the growing pile stacked on his forearm.
"What about you? How are you planning on capitalizing on my inevitable and massive fame?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 7:27 pm
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Sascha allowed Cerpin to pilot him into the nearest dressingblock. It wasn't like Sascha could see much over the pile he'd been accumulating. Just as he was about to enter the block, Cerpin cut him off with a flourish and a slammed door. Sascha yelped, muffled somewhat by the fabric that threatened to spill over in the fumble.
The yellowblood glowered comically over the stack of clothing. It had turned into a nasty snarl in Sascha's attempt to keep it all from ending up on the floor. He awkwardly hefted it all onto the bench in the dressingblock as soon as Cerpin was out of the way. Sascha rolled his eyes at the prank, but mustered a small, if wry, smile. "Only thirty? And here I figured you for an optimist. Either way, we should host a party when this is all over."
Sascha closed the door behind himself. Articles of Sascha's present outfit were tossed skyward. They draped over the top edge of the door carelessly. Sascha could be heard wrestling with the various buckles, studs, and unforgiving fabrics the pair had picked out of the racks.
The rustling stopped, almost ominously so, before Sascha reopened the door. Just his head and horns left the frame to give Cerpin a skeptical look. "Well I can hardly blame you for that. I am a fantastic investment, both monetarily and socially." Sascha nodded sagely, as though he'd solved some kind of riddle. Without alluding to whether or not he was joking, Sascha segued to the reveal of his complete outfit.
"Don't get me wrong, I absolutely will be trying on the eyeball pants. Just wanted to get this pair out of the way before I forgot how the belts on these were supposed to be done up." Sascha was wearing a couple shirts, artfully torn to shreds. The pants he'd picked out looked to be made of equal parts belt and buckle, with perhaps ten percent of the design reserved for something resembling actual trousers. It was any wonder he'd managed to put them on in the amount of time he'd spent in the dressingblock. "I didn't write myself a blueprint when I was putting them on, so getting them back on the hanger's gonna be the staff's problem." Sascha craned his neck to see what he looked like from the mirror behind him.
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