the realignment meme... realignmement?

[illbebach]

THE REALIGNMENT MEME

>>> OH NO YOU'VE BEEN EXPOSED TO RADIOACTIVE ANTIMATTER FROM THE EIGHTH DIMENSION AND NOW YOU'RE THE OPPOSITE MORAL ALIGNMENT THAT YOU USUALLY ARE. But don't worry! There are ways to cure that!

THE RULES

01 POST AS YOUR CHARACTER STATING WHAT MORAL ALIGNMENT YOUR CHARACTER HAS SWITCHED TO. This can be the binary Good/Evil or something more nuanced like along the D&D spectrum, just as long as it's an approximate opposite of what your character is normally like, morally speaking.
02 COMMENT TO OTHER PEOPLE either anonymously or logged in TELLING THEM WHO TO CURE! So you'll comment to X's character with Y's name + the curing method number as listed below. Specify if you want X to be realigned as well in that thread OTHERWISE assume X is normal.
03 THREAD OUT THE SCENARIO FOR AT LEAST FIVE COMMENTS otherwise you will have failed curing dear, dear Y -- and how can you live with that guilt??
04 HAVE A TERRIBLY FUN TIME.

THE CURES

1] Physical intimacy. Either hugging or kissing or second base, there's only one rule: it must be a sincere effort.
2] Take them hostage. The only way to reverse the effects of scientifically sound radioactive antimatter from the eighth dimension is to kidnap the patient and hope they develop Stockholm Syndrome, or come to their senses.
3] Self-sacrifice. The only way to bring them back is to let them kill you/maim you. Or make them kill you/maim you.
4] Interrogation. You MUST force them to reveal a secret about themselves, or they'll be stuck this way forever. You can be as kind and persuasive or as Orwellian as you need to be.
5] Make them laugh. If you can make them laugh, you've reversed this unseemly and totally realistic ailment!
6] Therapy. Convince them that talking this out is the best solution -- because it's the only way to save them!
7] Confess your true feelings ABOUT THEM to them! The truth will set someone free.
8] Wait, you actually already have a magicscience/deus ex machina cure! But you have to FORCE the serum into them, by ANY MEANS.
9] Good old fashion smack around. Yes BEATING PEOPLE UP, isn't that what heroes do?!

Comments

[centurybaby]

[ she's not out of control. that's what she's thinking. she's more in control than she's ever been because she controls everything. she controls humanity and their fate and she's like a god. this is how it has to be. this is the only way, and him telling her this, telling her to stop--

her powers flare up suddenly, wrapping her in blue energy, making it spill out of her eyes. ]

Not a fucking step closer, you fucking traitor. If you're not with me, then you're against me. And trust me, Karkat, you don't want to fucking be there.

[crab]

You betrayed me first. [ he doesn't flinch. he doesn't back down. this is what he has to do. ] You don't really have a right to go throwing accusations like that around. I'm not against you. I'm trying to help you.

You're going to ruin everything and everyone who you used to be ever gave half a decrepit stinking fuck about.

[ he takes that step forward, eyes locked on hers -- while his don't glow, there is fire there. this is what he has to do. ]

Prove me wrong.

[centurybaby]

[ trying to help her. like hell he's trying to help her. if he was trying to help her, he'd know how important it is for her to do this, how she's the only one that can save them all. it has to be this way. it has to be her way, and for him to try and stop her, to defy her like this-- she can't abide by it.

she doesn't even really think about it. killing is so easy now. she closes what little distance exists between them, and with awful effortlessness, puts a hand right through his chest. ]

I'm not the little girl you fucking knew anymore.

[crab]

[ skin and flesh and bone and muscle all yield to her as though they were nothing, and some dim, faraway part of karkat's mind can't help but marvel a little at how precisely she'd aimed; she'd put her hand directly through the scar on his chest and back, left behind by his first death at the hands of a former friend.

it doesn't hurt any less than the first time. he isn't any less scared than he was the first time. but this time-- this time, he has a reason. this time, he has a purpose. his body spasms, and a wordless, choked moan draws itself past his lips, ruined lungs still attempting to draw breath. with her so close, he grips her upper arms, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, and his forehead collides with her chest.

it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and he can feel everything spinning away, feel himself slipping through his fingers, and it won't be long at all. it was quick with eridan, and it's quick now.

but he has something to say before he goes, falls limp against her. two words he manages to force out through his teeth along with globules of blood. ]

You are.

[centurybaby]

[ she doesn't know what compels her to close her arms around him when he falls against her-- instinct, maybe, or something else. something loosening itself in her chest, a shift so subtle that she doesn't even know when it happened or what caused it, but she can feel his blood starting to soak through her clothes, warm and sticky against her skin, and fuck-- ]

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

[ she tightens her grip on him, still reeling from becoming herself again, and god-- maybe she'd always secretly wanted this, to be like a god, to take the fate of humanity into her hands, but not like this. there'd be a time when she'd be cold enough that friends dying in her arms wouldn't matter anymore, when that kind of shit would just become necessary and they'd be casualties to her, but she's not there yet. she doesn't want this. ]

Karkat, fuck, hey. Hey, stay with me, you dumbass, stay with me-- what the fuck did you have to do a shitty stupid thing like that for?

[ it's more emotion than she almost ever shows, but she can't even be bothered with the tough girl act right now because she's too busy trying to lay him on the ground, putting her hands over that gaping hole in his chest (she did that, she did that to him, and morally it doesn't matter to her, but emotionally it does) and trying, trying to think of how it could be filled again, how he could be whole if the universe would just let her put him back together.

her hands shake just faintly. she blames it on the effort of trying to bend reality to her will, instead of something else. ]