Yeah, you know. Giant murder planet? Or I guess not, actually. Since we're all from different places apparently. [ And all of those places are now gone. Rhys is certain he should be more alarmed with that. ]
Never mind. It wasn't the greatest, let's just say that.
As in... the planet murders people or people on the planet are especially murderous? [ They are all from different places if somewhere like that exists. Intense, tbh. ]
Where I'm from it isn't all that dangerous. Maybe one or two bears you should be wary of.
[ Well there's a lot more than that but... that means explaining things. ]
[ Honestly? Blood is a lot more tame than some of the stuff he's seen Pandorans do. The Psychos turn your face into a skin pizza party, the mutant rat people try to eat you... And everyone else just wants you dead. ]
As long as it isn't Pandora's finest? I think I can handle it.
[ True, but what if the bite that comes with it is venomous and puts the person bitten in excruciating pain? Not like it's a competition anyway, but... ]
From what you've said, I'd prefer it wasn't that as well. It has to be better than being out there though.
[ Meaning where the "storm" has taken worlds already. ]
How is this my fault?? [ he hisses, trying to keep his voice, but none of his ire, down. ] I am--I'm great at acting, you just didn't wait long enough!
[ Rhys would probably useful for a lot more than complaining if he wasn't dealing with constant agony, but those are the cards he's been dealt. If this wasn't a simulation he might've taken it a little more seriously. And if he'd known he was going to get a finger broken over it.
Nothing to be done about it now but hold a grudge, so as the stairs do lead upwards Rhys continues to shoot daggers at Giovanni's back in between over-dramatic wincing. Maybe a tear or two is shed as he looks down at his poor hand, only the knowledge that this isn't real keeping him from making a bigger deal of it.
Which is fortunate, because at the top of the stairs there's the sound of voices. Guards, presumably, talking about the hilarious shrieking they'd heard earlier. The start of torture no doubt. ]
Consider it a favour on my part. I was merely trying to save you from your own embarrassment.
[Giovanni's voice comes smooth and quiet in the dim light of the stairway, each foot placed with soundless grace as they make their ascent. And then they hear the voices, the mocking of the guards, the enjoyment they're clearly taking from the sounds of Rhys' squealing pain and the imagined torture they suppose it indicates. Giovanni shoots the taller man a look that's all amusement, all smirk, even as he reaches out a hand to press against Rhys' chest, hold him back.
He speaks in a quick quiet whisper, the points of his teeth a bright coruscation in the gloom. There's already something jumping in his face now, an eagerness, the quick hard indicators of his own gathering violence.]
Now, then. Perhaps you ought to hide here whilst I take out the sentries. Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut, will you?
[Because he is, of course, assuming you're a useless coward who'll lie on the floor and cry if you take a hit.]
It'd be easier if someone hadn't broken my finger!
[ And that is both hushed and stressed much like his words earlier. The happier Giovanni appears with their current situation the more petty and frustrated Rhys grows in turn, exacerbated by his own discomfort and pain.
He has no objections to the plan though. He's happy to leave the grunt work to the blond both as payback and because he would rather not have a repeat of the embarrassing Bandit Situation from Bossanova's rally. And, you know. His finger's broken. Not much he can do with that hand beside try not to move it and leak manly tears. ]
Oh, will you be quiet about that already? I'm beginning to wish I'd broken your neck, instead.
[But he says it, surprisingly, without a hint of venom, his attention already ascending elsewhere, excitement licking at his Spine, the thing in him beginning to pant and scrabble and scrape and scratch and almost he can hear it, begging to get out. In a moment. In just a moment.]
And I'll take as long as I want. Perhaps I'd like to savour it. To really have some fun. You just sit tight now, there's a good boy.
[There's the unsettling flash of his serrated smile thrown back at the taller man for just a second, and then he's slipping out of the aperture leading onto the roof, whistling low through his teeth to catch the sentries' attention. Apparently he isn't bothering with stealth or surprise, here, is going - instead - right in for a flashier kind of kill.
From Rhys' hidden position he'll hear, no doubt, the sounds of a scuffle, shouts of anger quickly transmuting to those of fear as Giovanni unleashes the full extent of his terrible violence upon them. And despite what he'd said it's over fast, in a blur of nails and teeth and blood, in the high and piercing sound of Giovanni's laughter as he tears them apart, one by one.
He'll return momentarily, arms dripping with blood up to the elbows. Face smeared in it. Calmly, he straightens his bloodied tie.]
Oh yeah?? Well joke's on you, none of this is rr--aaaand he's gone. Awesome.
[ Giovanni literally took off while Rhys was still trying to look tough in front of him.
Cool.
He supposes he should just wait here then. It's not like he can fight and no matter how petty Rhys is, he isn't dumb enough to poke his head out just to spite someone over such a trivial matter. You had to pick and choose your battles, both at Hyperion and in real life. But mostly at Hyperion because one wrong move there and the cold vacuum of space became your new best friend.
The sounds of a scuffle above and the pained (very short-lived) shouts of the guards draw his attention when they start, but he doesn't actually look alarmed or bothered by them. He just waits patiently until Giovanni comes down the stairs before he stands up from his couch, lifting a brow at the sheer amount of blood soaking his clothes. ]
Subtle.
[ There is no way that will draw attention to them at All. ]
[he shrugs then, slick and bloody and smooth, teeth glistening dark red in the dim light of the stairwell. Perhaps he could have handled it a little more cleanly, with a little more stealth in place of brutality, but--]
Why settle for subtlety when one could have fun? Besides, there's a certain aesthetic appeal to seeing your enemies insides spill out over your hands.
[Giovanni reaches out with one such red-stained hand then, grasps Rhys by the tie, begins pulling him forward and up and out towards the roof and the torches that lie waiting there. They can set their fire, make their escape. Perhaps pause a moment to appreciate the bonfire before they head off on their way.
It's all just a game after all, isn't it? Isn't everything?]
And oh, you know. Ripped out a heart here, a spine there. You can take a look, if you like.
[To admire his handywork. Tell him good dog, well done.]
Okay first off, gross. And second if you make a big mess like that someone's bound to notice. You do know that, right?
[ Rhys is a critic. And also just isn't as into the whole "killing" part of having people killed. He's fine if it happens? But he doesn't exactly want to do it himself or get into the gory details. It was bad enough having to peel Vasquez's face off of someone else that one time.
...But then Giovanni grabs his tie and drags him up to see it anyway and Rhys immediately makes a gagging sound, sticking out his tongue and gagging to the side. ]
[Well, that's not quite the pat on the head he'd been hoping for, but alas. He sighs, keeps moving, rolls his shoulders in a dismissive shrug that speaks of his lack of concern.]
If they notice, then all the more fun for me. I was hoping for a battle simulation when I embarked on this endeavour to begin with. A good fight is a lot more interesting than being trapped in that cell with you.
[But he's heading over to the edge of the rooftop now, still dragging Rhys along in his wake, past the macabre corpses left scattered about like oversized blood-drenched dolls. Snatches up one of those torches Rhys had initially spoke of as he goes. Intent on putting the second part of their plan - such as it is - into action.]
That's funny, I was just starting to think the same about you.
[ Insert comment here about his broken finger and how gross this all is. If Giovanni wants to make snide comments then Rhys most certainly is going to as well, doing his best to avoid stepping in all the blood despite everything as he's pulled along.
He is most definitely not looking at them as he holds up his cybernetic hand and activates the palm light so they can better see where they're going. ]
The signal pyre's just up ahead, on one of those tower-things. We just needs to get up, pour it, and set it off.
[He gives no further verbal response by way of answer to that snide little remark, but he does pull just a little too sharply on the taller man's tie as he drags him along as though on a makeshift leash. Smiles just a little too brightly.
But they have a goal in sight, something they ought to be focusing on, and he looks up at said Pyre as Rhys mentions it, mentally mapping out the likely path they'll need to take, the likelihood of reaching it without any further violent encounters.]
Then let's get a move on. I'm assuming the faster we carry out this little escape plot, the faster we can leave this wretched simulation.
['And be free of each other' goes unsaid, but is nonetheless implied.]
Probably? I didn't exactly get much of a "mission brief" before I was thrown in prisoner fun-time with you.
[ The implication being that this is anything but fun and he agrees entirely on being rid of Giovanni as soon as possible.
He continues walking and activates his ECHO eye out of habit, the yellow lens coming to light from within. He can't actually get any scans or read-outs without Hyperion's ECHO net, but it still gives him alerts for targets...which is how he catches two incoming figures, far up ahead.
He puts out his palm light immediately. ]
--There's two more guards ahead, coming this way.
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[There's the briefest of pauses then, Giovanni's chin tilting upwards as he scents the air, as he looks off into the distance, his own senses confirming what Rhys has said-- two distinct individuals approaching. He glances briefly back at the taller man then, his expression making it quite clear that he hadn't been expecting anything quite so useful.]
Right you are. Perhaps you're not completely useless, after all.
[But with that, he'll continue to propel them forward, muscle jumping beneath the skin as he readies himself for further violence.]
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Yeah, you know. Giant murder planet? Or I guess not, actually. Since we're all from different places apparently. [ And all of those places are now gone. Rhys is certain he should be more alarmed with that. ]
Never mind. It wasn't the greatest, let's just say that.
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Where I'm from it isn't all that dangerous. Maybe one or two bears you should be wary of.
[ Well there's a lot more than that but... that means explaining things. ]
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[ It's a horrifying monster-dog creature that eats and poops out of the same orifice. Not pleasant. ]
And of the two of those things? Take your pick. Both happen eventually.
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[ Though Rhys might think something similar about him - a creature that survives on blood. Most of his kind taking human blood for that. ]
It's hard to say what we'll come across out here.
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As long as it isn't Pandora's finest? I think I can handle it.
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From what you've said, I'd prefer it wasn't that as well. It has to be better than being out there though.
[ Meaning where the "storm" has taken worlds already. ]
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Oh. Well...I guess technically, yeah. Being alive and miserable's better than being dead.
Probably.
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Rhys' comment gets a wry smile from him anyway, because the irony is that you can be both. He's found that out well enough. ]
Probably. Not many would be able to say otherwise, at least.
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[ There's some morbid humour for you Edward :D ]
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Not everyone gets to be lucky. Yet, here we are.
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[ HAHA...haaaa....sorry Edward ]
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Wouldn't most people?
[ There's a definite feeling of emptiness that comes with that, knowing the truth of it all. ]
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Okay...fair. There aren't a lot of people that would want to be not-alive. Most people are pretty big fans of not being dead.
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How is this my fault?? [ he hisses, trying to keep his voice, but none of his ire, down. ] I am--I'm great at acting, you just didn't wait long enough!
[ Rhys would probably useful for a lot more than complaining if he wasn't dealing with constant agony, but those are the cards he's been dealt. If this wasn't a simulation he might've taken it a little more seriously. And if he'd known he was going to get a finger broken over it.
Nothing to be done about it now but hold a grudge, so as the stairs do lead upwards Rhys continues to shoot daggers at Giovanni's back in between over-dramatic wincing. Maybe a tear or two is shed as he looks down at his poor hand, only the knowledge that this isn't real keeping him from making a bigger deal of it.
Which is fortunate, because at the top of the stairs there's the sound of voices. Guards, presumably, talking about the hilarious shrieking they'd heard earlier. The start of torture no doubt. ]
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[Giovanni's voice comes smooth and quiet in the dim light of the stairway, each foot placed with soundless grace as they make their ascent. And then they hear the voices, the mocking of the guards, the enjoyment they're clearly taking from the sounds of Rhys' squealing pain and the imagined torture they suppose it indicates. Giovanni shoots the taller man a look that's all amusement, all smirk, even as he reaches out a hand to press against Rhys' chest, hold him back.
He speaks in a quick quiet whisper, the points of his teeth a bright coruscation in the gloom. There's already something jumping in his face now, an eagerness, the quick hard indicators of his own gathering violence.]
Now, then. Perhaps you ought to hide here whilst I take out the sentries. Just sit tight and keep your mouth shut, will you?
[Because he is, of course, assuming you're a useless coward who'll lie on the floor and cry if you take a hit.]
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[ And that is both hushed and stressed much like his words earlier. The happier Giovanni appears with their current situation the more petty and frustrated Rhys grows in turn, exacerbated by his own discomfort and pain.
He has no objections to the plan though. He's happy to leave the grunt work to the blond both as payback and because he would rather not have a repeat of the embarrassing Bandit Situation from Bossanova's rally. And, you know. His finger's broken. Not much he can do with that hand beside try not to move it and leak manly tears. ]
Just--hurry up would you? Make it fast.
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[But he says it, surprisingly, without a hint of venom, his attention already ascending elsewhere, excitement licking at his Spine, the thing in him beginning to pant and scrabble and scrape and scratch and almost he can hear it, begging to get out. In a moment. In just a moment.]
And I'll take as long as I want. Perhaps I'd like to savour it. To really have some fun. You just sit tight now, there's a good boy.
[There's the unsettling flash of his serrated smile thrown back at the taller man for just a second, and then he's slipping out of the aperture leading onto the roof, whistling low through his teeth to catch the sentries' attention. Apparently he isn't bothering with stealth or surprise, here, is going - instead - right in for a flashier kind of kill.
From Rhys' hidden position he'll hear, no doubt, the sounds of a scuffle, shouts of anger quickly transmuting to those of fear as Giovanni unleashes the full extent of his terrible violence upon them. And despite what he'd said it's over fast, in a blur of nails and teeth and blood, in the high and piercing sound of Giovanni's laughter as he tears them apart, one by one.
He'll return momentarily, arms dripping with blood up to the elbows. Face smeared in it. Calmly, he straightens his bloodied tie.]
The coast, as they say, is clear. Come along now.
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Oh yeah?? Well joke's on you, none of this is rr--aaaand he's gone. Awesome.
[ Giovanni literally took off while Rhys was still trying to look tough in front of him.
Cool.
He supposes he should just wait here then. It's not like he can fight and no matter how petty Rhys is, he isn't dumb enough to poke his head out just to spite someone over such a trivial matter. You had to pick and choose your battles, both at Hyperion and in real life. But mostly at Hyperion because one wrong move there and the cold vacuum of space became your new best friend.
The sounds of a scuffle above and the pained (very short-lived) shouts of the guards draw his attention when they start, but he doesn't actually look alarmed or bothered by them. He just waits patiently until Giovanni comes down the stairs before he stands up from his couch, lifting a brow at the sheer amount of blood soaking his clothes. ]
Subtle.
[ There is no way that will draw attention to them at All. ]
What did you do, chop them in half or something??
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Why settle for subtlety when one could have fun? Besides, there's a certain aesthetic appeal to seeing your enemies insides spill out over your hands.
[Giovanni reaches out with one such red-stained hand then, grasps Rhys by the tie, begins pulling him forward and up and out towards the roof and the torches that lie waiting there. They can set their fire, make their escape. Perhaps pause a moment to appreciate the bonfire before they head off on their way.
It's all just a game after all, isn't it? Isn't everything?]
And oh, you know. Ripped out a heart here, a spine there. You can take a look, if you like.
[To admire his handywork. Tell him good dog, well done.]
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[ Rhys is a critic. And also just isn't as into the whole "killing" part of having people killed. He's fine if it happens? But he doesn't exactly want to do it himself or get into the gory details. It was bad enough having to peel Vasquez's face off of someone else that one time.
...But then Giovanni grabs his tie and drags him up to see it anyway and Rhys immediately makes a gagging sound, sticking out his tongue and gagging to the side. ]
Yep. That's--disgusting, alright. Wow.
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If they notice, then all the more fun for me. I was hoping for a battle simulation when I embarked on this endeavour to begin with. A good fight is a lot more interesting than being trapped in that cell with you.
[But he's heading over to the edge of the rooftop now, still dragging Rhys along in his wake, past the macabre corpses left scattered about like oversized blood-drenched dolls. Snatches up one of those torches Rhys had initially spoke of as he goes. Intent on putting the second part of their plan - such as it is - into action.]
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[ Insert comment here about his broken finger and how gross this all is. If Giovanni wants to make snide comments then Rhys most certainly is going to as well, doing his best to avoid stepping in all the blood despite everything as he's pulled along.
He is most definitely not looking at them as he holds up his cybernetic hand and activates the palm light so they can better see where they're going. ]
The signal pyre's just up ahead, on one of those tower-things. We just needs to get up, pour it, and set it off.
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But they have a goal in sight, something they ought to be focusing on, and he looks up at said Pyre as Rhys mentions it, mentally mapping out the likely path they'll need to take, the likelihood of reaching it without any further violent encounters.]
Then let's get a move on. I'm assuming the faster we carry out this little escape plot, the faster we can leave this wretched simulation.
['And be free of each other' goes unsaid, but is nonetheless implied.]
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[ The implication being that this is anything but fun and he agrees entirely on being rid of Giovanni as soon as possible.
He continues walking and activates his ECHO eye out of habit, the yellow lens coming to light from within. He can't actually get any scans or read-outs without Hyperion's ECHO net, but it still gives him alerts for targets...which is how he catches two incoming figures, far up ahead.
He puts out his palm light immediately. ]
--There's two more guards ahead, coming this way.
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Right you are. Perhaps you're not completely useless, after all.
[But with that, he'll continue to propel them forward, muscle jumping beneath the skin as he readies himself for further violence.]
But I take it you're going to sit out on the fun.
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