#getaway static

[static-in-andante]

happy pride :D

these two goobers have been. pretty fundamental to my own identity. (alongside a certain other redhead cough cough wink wonk) and even though these flags and labels may not be fully representative of who i am, i'm glad to at the very least help wave them ever higher.

get weirder. get queerer. who gives a damn, really?

[static-in-andante]

day 4 oc-tober - sona/self-insert

sia and static <3 static's on the newer side oc-wise but i still think of him as one of my two sonas. might use him for more things tbh but as for right now they're just captain & co-captain respectively on The Getaway (sia's in-universe spaceship. like their universe)

prompt list under the cut

[static-in-andante]

2 - Static

Static can't remember what it was like before he changed. Before he became… whatever it is that he is now. It's not to say he doesn't like it, if anything, he feels… better, in this form. Still able to communicate, but no longer a necessity. Still capable of being and living, but also being… beyond it as well. His entire existence is an oddity, formerly human, but otherwise… not.

Were Sia not to find him first, Static honestly doesn't know what would've happened to him. By sheer chance, the alien's ship, vacant of the crew it would soon obtain, cruised nearby the spot he found himself in the middle of space. Maybe in a different world, he would've been picked up by raiders, or by the Interstellar Peace Association, or by the Voidrot Guild, or even just another wandering spaceship.

Sia always told him to stop reflecting like this. He couldn't help it, especially because of their own innate abilities.

Maybe it's better this way. Even though he doesn't have majority of his memories anymore, those gaps are filled with new memories made with the rest of The Getaway. Trying to conjure up the past hurts anyways. Like succumbing to the static that's infused with his body.

Static always wonders why he became like this, and no one else. He doubts anyone else is like him, like this, regardless of what anyone else says. Was he chosen to become this? Was it destiny? Or was it pure chance, just like everything else in his life?

He hopes not. He doesn't want to join the rest of the crew in their issues regarding chance.

[static-in-andante]

1 - Sia

Sia knows that what they are is unnatural. No being should be capable of traveling through realities and universes and dimensions. But then again, so can the rest of the HeadScape. What makes him any different from the rest of them?

Maybe it's the fact that unlike the rest of the HeadScape, Sia revels in her powers. They take advantage of it, go where no other Pirinori has gone before. Sure, his scope is limited, but perhaps that is the price he pays when he is so reliant on his imagination to traverse through realities.

Combined with her shapeshifting abilities, though, feels… a little overpowered. No matter. Perhaps it's for the better that Sia can shapeshift. It's certainly made blending in far easier, despite their restrictions regarding their ability.

Shapeshifting in it of itself is an odd ability on its own. At what point do you stop being yourself? At what point are you no longer you, but instead whatever it is you pretend to be? Maybe the restrictions are necessary, to keep the patterns he's kept since birth, to keep the eyes that have stared into gods and beings beyond comprehension. Because as long as you have that, there will always be something to remind you of what you truly are.

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"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you." Sia stood over a certain Static, reading what the humanoid had written.

"𝙹⍑ ᓭ⍑⚍ℸ ̣ ⚍!¡. ꖎ╎ꖌᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ∴𝙹⚍ꖎ↸リ'ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ ↸𝙹リᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᔑᒲᒷ." Static replied, his voice a mess of melodic warbles and discordant frequencies.

"Okay you freak." Sia rolled their eyes, leaning on the chair Static was sitting in. "Dinner's in 5 by the way. But DEV's cooking, so it's up to you whether or not you actually want to join."

"ᓭᔑ||ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ !¡ᒷ∷ᓭ𝙹リ ∴⍑𝙹 ∷ᒷ⎓⚍ᓭᒷᓭ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ᒷ⍊ᒷリ ℸ ̣ ᔑꖎꖌ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ↸ᒷ⍊ ꖎ╎ꖌᒷ ᔑ リ𝙹∷ᒲᔑꖎ !¡ᒷ∷ᓭ𝙹リ."

"You're one to talk, Mr. Loves-Changing-Languages-To-Piss-Me-Off!"

"⏚⍜⌰⎅ ⍜⎎ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏁⍜ ⏃⌇⌇⎍⋔⟒ ⟟ ☊⏃⋏'⏁ ⌿⟟⌇⌇ ⊬⍜⎍ ⍜⎎⎎ ⟟⋏ ⍜⏁⊑⟒⍀ ⍙⏃⊬⌇."

Sia groaned, throwing their hands up in the air as they walked off.

"Yeah yeah, fuck you too." They said, grumbling in the way life-long friends always did.