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rhygret) & various
What: Rhys's infection reaches stage 2
When: mid-Oct
Where: various
Warning(s): Attempts to remove cybernetics
[ All things considered Rhys think he's been handling being sick rather well. Sure he might have worn Jyn's patience a little with his constantly asking for things (tissue, coffee, dinner, lunch, breakfast, snacks, fluffing his pillows...the usual) but he's spent the majority of his time in a lump on the couch not doing a whole lot. He hasn't been taxing himself outside of the Bunkers & Badasses game, and though the event leaves him utterly exhausted and coughing up a storm later he relents and spends the next day sleeping for the most part. he wakes feeling...not much better honestly, but surely the worst of it is almost over. It's been a week now. Any day he'll start feeling like himself and he'll be on the mend.
Then the static starts. At first it's just small instances of white noise in the back of his head. It disappears when he pops his ears or rubs at his temple, comes and goes. Then it makes him feel lightheaded and awful. There's a churning in his stomach and he sits down to rub his temples when the beginnings of a headache start to take hold. Rhys pops a painkiller and goes to bed in the hopes that he'll stave it off entirely and when he wakes up things will be back to normal.
They aren't. ]
A: Who are you again?
[ When Rhys wakes up he's beyond disoriented. He feels faint and dizzy, he hurts all over and he can't remember how he got on couch. Did he fall asleep there? Why does he feel so awful? He's going to be late for work--
That he should in no way whatsoever be going anywhere let alone to work fails to occur to Rhys as he stumbles back to his room to try and get ready, and he gets most of the way there. His hair isn't styled perfectly and his dress shirt isn't tucked in, but Rhys drags himself out of the apartment anyway and begins to stumble his way into town.
Like a responsible, totally-not-sick-and-delirious adult. ]
B: Jack's Back, Baby
[ People find him, they take him home, and Rhys gets put back in bed in thankfully short order. He conks out almost immediately but wakes only a few hours later when suddenly, inexplicably, Rhys jolts awake. He has no idea why he startles the way he does but his ECHO eye lights up and out of reflex he activates the palm like on his arm despite the fact that it's only midday. Something woke him...right? He's awake because there was...there was...?
There's nothing. Just an empty room and a lot of dirty clothes on the floor. He really needs
"--to straighten up the place, huh cupcake? There's letting yourself go and then there's just being lazy Rhys. Three-day-old underwear on the nightstand? Seriously?"
Rhys freezes for the split-second it takes for shock to set in and have him flailing out of bed, arms windmilling when his legs get tangled in the bed sheets and he lands with a loud whump! on the floor. Sharp, cruelly delighted laughter reaches his ears even before he lifts his head to stare wide-eyed in disbelief at the flickering blue image of an all-too-familiar AI standing before him. Colour drains from his face as he opens his mouth, but sound fails to come out.
Jack cuts him off a second later.
"If you're looking to catch a bunch of flies there are easier ways than with that face. What's the matter cupcake? Surprise to see your ol' pal Jack again?"
He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks with obvious pleasure at Rhys's distress. He shakes his head at the vision--this can't be real, this has to be a mistake. The spiders. He'd heard Jack's voice when they were nearby, there must be spiders--
"Seriously? You think a bunch of bugs are responsible for this?" ]
Th...this is impossible. You're not here. Y...you can't be, I...
[ "You what? Murdered me?" Jack's grin only widens. "You think getting rid of me is that easy? You think I didn't know you'd turn on me Rhysie?" ]
This isn't real.
[ "Oh, but it is Rhys. And this time? I'm here to stay."
One hour later and Rhys is stumbling into the streets of the housing distracting, dishevelled and a stricken look on his face as the stumbles down the stairs and into and nearby wall, knocking over a garbage can. He doesn't even stop to try and pick it up or pay anyone else any mind--he's already struggling to bolt from the area, his cybernetic hand twitching and jerking erratically as his organic one grips it in the closest thing Rhys has ever managed to a death grip. ]
Get out of my head--!
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rhygret) & various What: Rhys's infection reaches stage 2
When: mid-Oct
Where: various
Warning(s): Attempts to remove cybernetics
[ All things considered Rhys think he's been handling being sick rather well. Sure he might have worn Jyn's patience a little with his constantly asking for things (tissue, coffee, dinner, lunch, breakfast, snacks, fluffing his pillows...the usual) but he's spent the majority of his time in a lump on the couch not doing a whole lot. He hasn't been taxing himself outside of the Bunkers & Badasses game, and though the event leaves him utterly exhausted and coughing up a storm later he relents and spends the next day sleeping for the most part. he wakes feeling...not much better honestly, but surely the worst of it is almost over. It's been a week now. Any day he'll start feeling like himself and he'll be on the mend.
Then the static starts. At first it's just small instances of white noise in the back of his head. It disappears when he pops his ears or rubs at his temple, comes and goes. Then it makes him feel lightheaded and awful. There's a churning in his stomach and he sits down to rub his temples when the beginnings of a headache start to take hold. Rhys pops a painkiller and goes to bed in the hopes that he'll stave it off entirely and when he wakes up things will be back to normal.
They aren't. ]
A: Who are you again?
[ When Rhys wakes up he's beyond disoriented. He feels faint and dizzy, he hurts all over and he can't remember how he got on couch. Did he fall asleep there? Why does he feel so awful? He's going to be late for work--
That he should in no way whatsoever be going anywhere let alone to work fails to occur to Rhys as he stumbles back to his room to try and get ready, and he gets most of the way there. His hair isn't styled perfectly and his dress shirt isn't tucked in, but Rhys drags himself out of the apartment anyway and begins to stumble his way into town.
Like a responsible, totally-not-sick-and-delirious adult. ]
B: Jack's Back, Baby
[ People find him, they take him home, and Rhys gets put back in bed in thankfully short order. He conks out almost immediately but wakes only a few hours later when suddenly, inexplicably, Rhys jolts awake. He has no idea why he startles the way he does but his ECHO eye lights up and out of reflex he activates the palm like on his arm despite the fact that it's only midday. Something woke him...right? He's awake because there was...there was...?
There's nothing. Just an empty room and a lot of dirty clothes on the floor. He really needs
"--to straighten up the place, huh cupcake? There's letting yourself go and then there's just being lazy Rhys. Three-day-old underwear on the nightstand? Seriously?"
Rhys freezes for the split-second it takes for shock to set in and have him flailing out of bed, arms windmilling when his legs get tangled in the bed sheets and he lands with a loud whump! on the floor. Sharp, cruelly delighted laughter reaches his ears even before he lifts his head to stare wide-eyed in disbelief at the flickering blue image of an all-too-familiar AI standing before him. Colour drains from his face as he opens his mouth, but sound fails to come out.
Jack cuts him off a second later.
"If you're looking to catch a bunch of flies there are easier ways than with that face. What's the matter cupcake? Surprise to see your ol' pal Jack again?"
He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks with obvious pleasure at Rhys's distress. He shakes his head at the vision--this can't be real, this has to be a mistake. The spiders. He'd heard Jack's voice when they were nearby, there must be spiders--
"Seriously? You think a bunch of bugs are responsible for this?" ]
Th...this is impossible. You're not here. Y...you can't be, I...
[ "You what? Murdered me?" Jack's grin only widens. "You think getting rid of me is that easy? You think I didn't know you'd turn on me Rhysie?" ]
This isn't real.
[ "Oh, but it is Rhys. And this time? I'm here to stay."
One hour later and Rhys is stumbling into the streets of the housing distracting, dishevelled and a stricken look on his face as the stumbles down the stairs and into and nearby wall, knocking over a garbage can. He doesn't even stop to try and pick it up or pay anyone else any mind--he's already struggling to bolt from the area, his cybernetic hand twitching and jerking erratically as his organic one grips it in the closest thing Rhys has ever managed to a death grip. ]
Get out of my head--!
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[ Rhys admits it more easily than he would have if he'd recognized the Vault Hunter in front of him. Vaughn's his bro, the one who's had his back his entire Hyperion career. If he says Rhys looks like crap then he probably looks like crap. ]
Had a cold the last few...weeks. I should probably get that looked at.
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[Like really whether or not he admits it, it's pretty obvious that Rhys is a "little off". And also looks like crap.]
Yes. Get that looked at. Maybe right now.
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Know any good doctors bro?
[ It comes out light and weak, an attempt at humour. Mostly because he's following up with: ]
The one I know 's back in shta...s, stasis.
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Can't say that I do. / Come on, let me get you home / Before you pass out.
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That said he's also incredibly down for the support, and Rhys grins a little goofily as he accepts that arm, already leaning on Zer0 a bit more than is probably healthy. He very clearly needs the support, even going so far as to lean his head on "Vaughn's" shoulder. ]
Have you gotten taller bro? I feel like you're way bigger than before... Like. Like a tree or something.
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If it hadn't been for the fact that Rhys looked like he might literally die any moment, Zer0 might have shoved him off. The arm was for support bro, it wasn't an invitation to invade all of Zer0's personal space. He tenses a bit, but ultimately just lets Rhys do whatever he's going to do.]
What are you talking about?
[No really, now this was just starting to get absurd. It sounded like Rhys was mistaking him for someone else. Somehow. How many four fingered helmeted assassin weirdos did Rhys know??]
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[ Rhys holds up a flat palm and then lowers it to Vaughn's approximate height, grinning dazedly. ]
Just a little guy.
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You are mistaken. / I'm not who you think I am, / Whoever that is.
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[ Aaand there it is. ]
Don't pick on sick people, that's like...c'mon. Help me out here. Please?
[ Pleeeeease? pity this fool ]
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I'm not--
[Okay wait so clearly Rhys isn't quite all there right now, trying to explain shit to him would probably just be a waste of time at this point. At least it explains why he's acting so normal.
...Which is just a weird thought considering he's hallucinating his entire brain out which means he actually isn't acting normal. Uh.
Zer0 doesn't feel like trying to wrap his brain around Rhys's brain, so it's totally time to try to change the subject.]
Just... show me where you live.
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God he's glad to see him again. He thought Vaughn would never come out of stasis. ]
Oh...right. Yeah--okay. It's uhh...it's back in the housing area. Where are we?
[ ...Probably embarrassingly closing to housing. But he's trying?? ]
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Zer0's just. Not going to break his miserable little heart right now by trying to convince him that he's not Vaughn. This is already awkward enough as it is.]
Not far from housing. / This shouldn't take us too long / If you can guide me.
[His hopes aren't too high for that, to be quite honest.]
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That said neither Nerdy Rhys nor Hyperion Rhys are all that good at decision-making or recollection right now, and it takes him a moment to raise his cybernetic palm and hold it against his temple with a sound of discomfort. He knows which apartment's his, how could he forget? That'd be just...bad. ]
It's...ugh. Four? Sorry. My head's killing me right now bro. I really came down with something.
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Don't apologize, / I know you're not feeling well. / You're sure that it's four?
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Pretty sure... Jyn 'm Sasha should be there. I haven't seen Fiona yet...d'you think she's with Loaderbot?
[ Rhys is just pulling names of people he knows out of his butt now. None of these people are awake, at least not the ones from their world. It's just Zer0, "Angie" and him so far, but there's a quiet sort of fondness in Rhys's tone that speaks to his attachment to them all the same. ]
We really gotta....gotta go finish finding that vault.
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Zer0 just lets him do his weird hallucination rambling thing. Trying to convince him that everyone else is still in stasis would probably just be a waste of time at this point, but maybe trying to steer him away from the subject would work? It was worth a shot, this was getting kind of sad. And not sad pathetic, like sad depressing. It's weird. Feelings are weird. Stop making Zer0 feel feelings, Rhys.]
Vault hunting later, / For now, focus on your health. / That's more important.
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also no never. Rhys is the man with Too Many feelings alright, he puts them everywhere even when he's not supposed to. Especially now when "Vaughn" goes ahead and says something like that. You're the best fake!bro ever Zer0 ): ]
Have I ever told you how awesome you are? Because you really are man. I want you to know that.
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Ah. Yeah, probably.
[Zer0 has no idea he's just trying to play along with the hallucinations this is so awkward]
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[ You're doing great zer0!! And hey, at least they're headed in the right direction. ]
Haha...you'll never believe who's here. Every'ne else is in stasis, but you're here. An' Zer0's here.
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You don't say.
[no he doesn't sound interested at all!! He knows he's here.]
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He's so cool, bro....
[ it's going to get embarrassing are you ready ]
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You barely know him. / What is it that you find "cool" / In particular?
[I mean as long as this is happening Zer0 might as well try to figure out WTF Rhys's deal is, right?? This won't backfire at all.]
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Where do I ever start?? He's got the...the thing, you know? The Thing.
[ Where he teleports like A GODDAMN NINJA ]
An' even though every just shoots people all the time he's got a sword... I touched that sword Vaughn.
[ he's never washing his hands again?? except he...did, and stuff. You know what he meant. ]
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[Zer0 has no idea what The Thing is. It could be anything. He does a lot of things, come on man.]
If I recall right, / You murdered a skag with it. / It was pretty cool.
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[ Rhys gestures vaguely with his cybernetic hand, huffing and coughing a little one a laugh. ]
You know the thing...that. He--the invisible thing. He';s there one second and then just...gone. Bam.
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I would like to blame the fact that my last tag makes no sense of rhys being sick and not me
Consider everything blamed directly on Rhys. As it should be.
Perfect<3
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