[ They;'re not comforting but...they make sense? And Rhys can't really say it's much different than what Finch and Kroger made him do back in Old Haven. He was the one who had to find Vasquez's face and bring it back while they waited at the truck. Didn't even pretend they were guarding it.
So while Rhys looks wholly unhappy with this plan and leers, he also sighs and shakes his head; giving in. ]
I really hope this is team-based so that if you let me die, you fail. For the record.
[ But that's about as far into complaining as he gets? Surprisingly? Before turning to try and make his way to the base of the tower and pause at the bottom of the stairwell.
When the coast looks clear, he disappears up it. ]
[In truth, he's a little surprised when Rhys agrees to it, albeit grudgingly. Shows as much in the thinly raised arch of his eyebrow, the subtle angles of his face.
But he doesn't stop him-- as a plan, this makes the most sense. He's the best able to finish the mission should it become necessary, the most able to 'save' Rhys, should it come to it.
And so for the moment he keeps his distance, watches carefully. Enhanced hearing focused on picking up any signs of a scuffle, or a trap.
He'll give it ten minutes. No sign or signal from Rhys in that time, and he'll come in himself.]
[ There's no deliberate signal from Rhys. He's on a stealth mission before, and despite all evidence to the contrary it's not his first time sneaking up on someone he plans to attack. Sasha's not here this time of course, and remembering that brings a slightly more sobered look to Rhys's face until he shakes it off.
He needs to focus now, because he...is going to sneak up on someone with really only one hand to use. His finger is still broken, still hurts like crazy and he has no intention of trying to use it. That leaves the rest of him and his robot arm, no weapons or...
Oh. Wait. Duh.
Two seconds later Giovanni might see a sharp flash of white-blue light, catch the sound of a strong electrified ZAP!........and then see the guard going flying through the air like he's been launched, right over the edge and clearing it by a wide margin.
When he comes to find the brunet he'll see him holding his stun baton in hand, electricity crackling around the charged pole. ]
[He sees it, hears it, smells the sizzle of electricity and heated flesh and for a moment it's Rhys he expects to se, flung through they air and stunned, perhaps dead. Almost, he moves to catch the flying body, thinking he at least ought to try to salvage the other half of this 'team', in an effort to ensure the mission isn't a complete failure. But it only takes a moment to recognise the uniform, to catch the scent of the electrocuted man and know that it isn't the one he's expecting to see.
Again, there's some measure of surprise in him, at that. He hadn't pegged his would-be partner for the capable type. Even in this small way.
And so he follows Rhys' route, fluid and swift but still mindful of traps and tricks waiting to snare them because surely it shouldn't be this easy. Perhaps their enemies simply weren't expecting a volatile escape? Whatever the case, he's at Rhys' side in less time than it should feasibly take, looks up at him holding the baton, smiles sharp.]
Well, well. Whoever would have thought it. You came in handy after all.
[He glances around then, finds the platform of the tower they're currently standing on seemingly clear of all other enemies, no discernible trip-wires or lurking traps. Just up ahead is the beacon, the fire they're planning on creating only one little push away.]
It all seems a little too easy...but one oughtn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Come on.
[Yeah, that's the closest to praise you're gonna get as Giovanni stalks off towards the waiting beacon. Means to set the place alight.]
Oh come admit it, that was awesome! I didn't tip off a single guard or anything and I did it without making a mess. I'd say that's at least like...like a "hey! Good job Rhys!" or something.
[ But if Gio won't pat him on the back about it that's okay; Rhys's ego will do plenty of that for him as he shuts down his baton and tucks it back away, following behind the other man even as he continues on. They're nearly finished their goal which means hopefully this awful simulation is nearly done; and as they near the giant vat of oil Rhys moves to one side of it, the opposite of Giovanni, and gets ready to push with his, uh. One arm. ]
Like the good job you gave me for getting us this far, you mean.
[His tone retains it's usual sardonic drawl, but somehow it comes out just a fraction sulkier than he intended it to. Dogs like headpats too, you know.
But whatever, they're moving in on the beacon now, and once they both draw level with it and Rhys takes his side, Giovanni smoothly moves to the other, places one hand on the support point closest to him. Flashes a smile.]
On three, then. One...two...three.
[He pushes...and let's suppose Rhys does the same, the slow creak of metal filling up their ears as the vat slowly tips, burning oil spilling out over the side of the wall and gushing over the flammable structures below. It's not quite as flashy as an explosion, but it's still a sight to see, bright tongues of fire already licking up the sides of buildings, threatening to devour.
Giovanni, seemingly entertained by the wanton destruction, laughs.]
And to a degree Rhys does as well? But it's more nervous, uncertain laughter as he sees those flames lick up and...hears a couple of horrified, agonizing screams from below as their hot oil apparently lands on a couple of people.
G r o s s.
Rhys pulls back quickly to avoid seeing or smelling anything he doesn't want to, pinching the bridge of his nose. ]
Okay. Okay so we probably just melted a couple of people, that's...fine. That's cool. Let's get out of here while they're distracted. I am soooo ready for this to be over.
[And in response to Rhys nauseated words, Giovanni takes a quick peek over the side of the wall, into the mouth of mayhem. Fire leaps and burns, structures and objects catching alight, licked and devoured by the fallen oil...and oh yes, he catches a glimpse of a running, burning figure, the shouts of agony it tries to emit quickly swallowed as the fire snatches up all its oxygen, incinerates its shouting throat. There's a quick clapping of his hands, a glance back in Rhys' direction.]
Hahah!. This is turning into quite the finale. Look at them go.
[But with those callous words tossed out he's already turning away and moving back in the direction from which they came, his movements smooth and predator-swift.]
But you're right. It's time for us to exit stage left, before we're devoured along with them.
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So while Rhys looks wholly unhappy with this plan and leers, he also sighs and shakes his head; giving in. ]
I really hope this is team-based so that if you let me die, you fail. For the record.
[ But that's about as far into complaining as he gets? Surprisingly? Before turning to try and make his way to the base of the tower and pause at the bottom of the stairwell.
When the coast looks clear, he disappears up it. ]
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But he doesn't stop him-- as a plan, this makes the most sense. He's the best able to finish the mission should it become necessary, the most able to 'save' Rhys, should it come to it.
And so for the moment he keeps his distance, watches carefully. Enhanced hearing focused on picking up any signs of a scuffle, or a trap.
He'll give it ten minutes. No sign or signal from Rhys in that time, and he'll come in himself.]
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He needs to focus now, because he...is going to sneak up on someone with really only one hand to use. His finger is still broken, still hurts like crazy and he has no intention of trying to use it. That leaves the rest of him and his robot arm, no weapons or...
Oh. Wait. Duh.
Two seconds later Giovanni might see a sharp flash of white-blue light, catch the sound of a strong electrified ZAP!........and then see the guard going flying through the air like he's been launched, right over the edge and clearing it by a wide margin.
When he comes to find the brunet he'll see him holding his stun baton in hand, electricity crackling around the charged pole. ]
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Again, there's some measure of surprise in him, at that. He hadn't pegged his would-be partner for the capable type. Even in this small way.
And so he follows Rhys' route, fluid and swift but still mindful of traps and tricks waiting to snare them because surely it shouldn't be this easy. Perhaps their enemies simply weren't expecting a volatile escape? Whatever the case, he's at Rhys' side in less time than it should feasibly take, looks up at him holding the baton, smiles sharp.]
Well, well. Whoever would have thought it. You came in handy after all.
[He glances around then, finds the platform of the tower they're currently standing on seemingly clear of all other enemies, no discernible trip-wires or lurking traps. Just up ahead is the beacon, the fire they're planning on creating only one little push away.]
It all seems a little too easy...but one oughtn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Come on.
[Yeah, that's the closest to praise you're gonna get as Giovanni stalks off towards the waiting beacon. Means to set the place alight.]
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[ But if Gio won't pat him on the back about it that's okay; Rhys's ego will do plenty of that for him as he shuts down his baton and tucks it back away, following behind the other man even as he continues on. They're nearly finished their goal which means hopefully this awful simulation is nearly done; and as they near the giant vat of oil Rhys moves to one side of it, the opposite of Giovanni, and gets ready to push with his, uh. One arm. ]
Let's make a mess! Or whatever.
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[His tone retains it's usual sardonic drawl, but somehow it comes out just a fraction sulkier than he intended it to. Dogs like headpats too, you know.
But whatever, they're moving in on the beacon now, and once they both draw level with it and Rhys takes his side, Giovanni smoothly moves to the other, places one hand on the support point closest to him. Flashes a smile.]
On three, then. One...two...three.
[He pushes...and let's suppose Rhys does the same, the slow creak of metal filling up their ears as the vat slowly tips, burning oil spilling out over the side of the wall and gushing over the flammable structures below. It's not quite as flashy as an explosion, but it's still a sight to see, bright tongues of fire already licking up the sides of buildings, threatening to devour.
Giovanni, seemingly entertained by the wanton destruction, laughs.]
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And to a degree Rhys does as well? But it's more nervous, uncertain laughter as he sees those flames lick up and...hears a couple of horrified, agonizing screams from below as their hot oil apparently lands on a couple of people.
G r o s s.
Rhys pulls back quickly to avoid seeing or smelling anything he doesn't want to, pinching the bridge of his nose. ]
Okay. Okay so we probably just melted a couple of people, that's...fine. That's cool. Let's get out of here while they're distracted. I am soooo ready for this to be over.
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Hahah!. This is turning into quite the finale. Look at them go.
[But with those callous words tossed out he's already turning away and moving back in the direction from which they came, his movements smooth and predator-swift.]
But you're right. It's time for us to exit stage left, before we're devoured along with them.