All of what happens, tonight is where it ends [OPEN]

[youdiedagain]

WHO: Sissel and YOU

WHERE: Alpha Trion Quadrant, by the graveyard

WHEN Christmas Eve

WHAT: Sissel makes/visits his own grave for the anniversary of his death.

WARNINGS: None I don't think...

Alpha Trion's quadrant was definitely peaceful enough to have a cemetery.  It was fitting.  The lake was a nice 'view' for those at rest, it had an attractive landscape, and it seemed to be the one place everyone could come to think.  Sissel was starting to find that out now.  He walked towards the gravestones, holding something in his hands.  Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a large rock, not as large as the ones that served as gravestones, but enough for it to work.

Work for what, you ask?  Well, he finds an 'open plot', and sets it down (I guess ghosts are pretty strong), making sure it's facing the same way as the others.  When he steps away, it reveals itself to be a headstone itself...

Sissel.

That was all it said. After all, he didn't have a date of his birth or anything. Just that he died on this day.  With that, he takes a seat, looking at it for a long while, as if he could make something come of it if he concentrated hard enough.  He had all day, after all.  It was HIS anniversary. 


And if he had one Christmas wish, it'd be to remember...anything.

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[dirge]

"You don't get hungry?" Dirge asks, a tinge of disbelief in his voice. Leave it to the greedy clone to zero in on the one thing that mattered to him. "I'm hungry all the time. Even after I've eaten."

"And it's not so strange. I died once myself. I don't remember the exact date though because I was not aware I could receive presents for it."

The clone grins wide at Sissel's flinch. "Oh, yes. It's blue and floating and it's you. That's what a spark is. It's so...beautiful," he purrs, optics dimming a little as he admires the small orb.

[youdiedagain]

"One of the joys of being me. No sense eating when you're dead."

...Wait, you died? That's...well that's new.

AND EXCUSE HIM SIR BUT YOU ARE IN HIS NO-ZONE. He holds still, in case he startles the jet, but his head instinctively tilts back. "Well thanks, I try to look my best."

uh oh

[dirge]

"Oh, but eating is so fun," Dirge murmurs, his main attention still on the tiny blue circle. He's either not aware of Sissel's discomfort, or doesn't care.

"I've wanted a spark for so long. Yours is so small... but... maybe size doesn't matter that much..." He starts to reach out for it, trying to pinch it between two claws.

no dirge no this is bad idea

[youdiedagain]

Nope.

That was a little too close for comfort, and he could actually...FEEL the bot trying to clasp him. It didn't feel nice in the LEAST. In his own panic, he leaves his body, hopping right into part of Dirge's hand, scurrying from point to point along the arm.

Dirge, you might feel a cold tingling going up your arm.

The body that once was Sissel flops to the ground.

best idea

[dirge]

Just as he's about to pluck the orb from Sissel's chest, the human's body suddenly goes limp and the blue flame disappears. Dirge lurches backward in confusion, claws trembling on the arm that is suddenly all tingly and cold.

"No! Did I break it?" the clone wails, picking up Sissel's body and trying to squint into the hole in his chest. Spark weren't usually this fragile... unless maybe human ones were different?

[youdiedagain]

Sissel makes his way up Dirge's arm, traveling from gauntlet to pauldron to helm, and finding the core in the top of his head. Now...if he just...connects to it...

Dirge might feel his head tingle a bit as Sissel makes the connection, and suddenly, it's like Sissel is on the brain. Literally. The ghost's human form is in the clone's 'imagination', or similarly compared to.

"That wasn't for you!"

[dirge]

The strange sensation continues until finally Dirge is confronted with the image of non-damaged Sissel, seemingly super imposed on his optics. He drops the body in surprise, backing up a few steps before realizing it isn't actually putting any distance between them.

"How are you doing that? What happened?" he demands, waving claws in front of his optics as if to somehow wipe the image away.

[youdiedagain]

Let's see, how to explain this to Dirge without completely freaking him out? Sissel will take a leaf out of Ray's book and do the right thing: be blunt and completely honest about this. Have an angry pouty face to boot.

"I'm inhabiting your body."

[dirge]

"You're inside me?" Dirge says incredulously, instinctively looking down at his midsection. There were only two ways an organic could enter him- by either his cockpit or his fuel tank. He had certainly not eaten him and the body was still laying right there on the ground.

"...But I can see you. And... you. The floppy limp thing." The clone picks the inert body up again to examine it.

"It's my processor, isn't it? You're only in my head," he mumbles after a few minutes of thinking about it. "But where did your spark go?" He prods at the body curiously.

[youdiedagain]

How to best explain this so Dirge could understand? He seemed to have a good grasp on it already--he was technically...PHYSICALLY in his head. "Inside you is a good way to put it. And really, that's as literal as I can make it."

"As for my spark, I don't have one. What you tried to grab was me. What you're holding is the body I've been possessing."

Please stop poking it it's delicate!

[dirge]

"Possessing?" Oh, Dirge likes that word. "And that's exactly what a spark is- it makes you who you are."

The jet stands up and sends a command to open up his cockpit.

"As for your body- I think I'll be possessing that now," he hums, dropping it gently into the little pilot's chair and closing the hatch.

[youdiedagain]

Oh no you don't Dirge. That's HIS body that you're taking. Or...the only one he has right now. He disappears from the robot's vision, traveling down his body to that cockpit.

and...

FLIP!

That cockpit opens up again.

[dirge]

Dirge was just about to take off with his new found prize when the latch on his cockpit mysteriously unlocked, flipping it open again.

Was it broken? Or did he just not close it all the way? Dirge growls and slams it back down again, using his hand this time to make sure it clicks.

[youdiedagain]

Nope.

As soon as that -click!- is heard of the cockpit shutting, UP IT GOES AGAIN. In fact, it goes up so quick, it smacks his hand a little.

[dirge]

The clone doesn't even get a second to think about reigniting his heel thrusters because as soon as he's closed it his stupid cockpit is popping open again. He yelps and pulls his smarting hand away, jostling the limp body inside and nearly spilling it out onto the ground.

"What the frag is going on?" he snarls, clapping both hands over it this time and keeping them there.

[youdiedagain]

If that was how Dirge was going to play, he could play right back. That tingly feeling goes up his chest and to his back. And not a second later, Dirge could probably feel his wings fluttering back and forth. Back. And forth. Back forth back forth.

And that voice echoed in his head again.

"Put my body down!"

[dirge]

Just as it seemed his cockpit was under control, Dirge's wings start to move on their own, surprising and further irritating the clone. The body will stay in now, but he can't fly like this!

"You're doing this somehow!" the jet concludes, finally putting two and two together. He sits there pouting for a minute, not wanting to relinquish his prize but unsure of his to get away with it.

"...Not fair," Dirge mumbles, opening his cockpit with obvious reluctance. "I didn't know sparks could do things like that."

[youdiedagain]

The tingling feeling leaves Dirge's wings, and goes down his chest towards that cockpit. Within a second, Sissel's back in his body again, moving it around and immediately getting OUT of that cockpit. Yeah, no fun times there.

He leaps off the bot--yeah he knows how high up he is, and lands on his feet--surprisingly okay. Like a cat that always lands on it's feet.

"I told you, it's not a spark. It's me."

[dirge]

"I don't understand the difference," the jet sighs, watching Sissel land warily. He doesn't seem to break any bones though, unfortunately.

"How come you have those weird powers? Moving my body parts around like that?"

[youdiedagain]

"My powers? Well I can't tell you how. All I know is that I have them because I died."

He pats his body, then gesturing to the metal 'skeleton' inside the hole.

"This body is just something I possess. A lot like your wings."

[dirge]

"Died? But I've died too and I can't do that!"

Oh right, that 'p' word. Sissel had mentioned that before, hadn't he?

"...Interesting. Not quite what I was looking for but something that's definitely worth having."

Dirge stands up, tapping his chin. Perhaps the rules of death were different here. Maybe if he died in this place he would also gain those powers?

[youdiedagain]

"The lamp I talked to said that it depends on how you die. He didn't TELL me how, though. He was pretty cryptic about it."

And this is the last stop off the crazy train, jump now.

"It has it's uses. Although back home I didn't have a body to function in. Horrible trade-off."