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[hyperionides]

controlcoreguardian:

“Executing Phaseshift.” There is the mechanical whir of doors as they peel back. The way isn’t obscured for long. “I do have news, sir. I’ve narrowed the candidates for Opportunity citizenship down to a thousand applications, pending your approval. The results will be forwarded to your ECHO shortly.”

Handsome Jack takes a few quick steps forward, folding his hands behind his back. “Ah, he sweet, sweet sound of progress. Now that’s what I like to hear!”

“Any word from those bandits in Sanctuary? Or is it too much to hope they blew themselves up when I wasn’t looking?”

[hyperionides]

bloodybluecap

“To the idiot who picked the ECHO up off of my really dead employees: I want you to explain exactly what happened there to me. Now.”

[hyperionides]

“Ah-ta-ta-ta. I wasn’t ready for you yet. But hey, since ya decided to show up anyway, enjoy the surprise! Psst, spoilers, it’s moonshots.”

[hyperionides]

pistolsathighnoon:

“Sounds like something to celebrate. Here’s what I’m thinkin’.”

“You get a moment, you leave that office behind and meet me at the station. We both get our hands a little dirty, for old time’s sake.“

“You’ve literally just read my mind. Aaaand I think I’ll be finishing up early today. Sayonara Helios, hello bandit blastin’.”

[hyperionides]

controlcoreguardian:

“Allow me. I can open that for you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You got any good news to go with that?”

[hyperionides]

controlcoreguardian replied to your post.

{ >:D }

daughter of mine control yourself

[hyperionides]

waves tentatively

I may try to be here a little bit more. C:

[pistolsathighnoon]

“Looks like things went to hell while I was gone. That’s what I like to hear.”

“Miss me?”

[hyperionides]

“You and me both!”

“Always, babe.”

[chemicalerinyes]

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[hyperionides]

"As my good pal Wilhelm so famously said once—"

"—no."

[hyperionides]

[ Would anyone like a starter? ]

[handsomedouble-deactivated20150]

Jack meets Jack. [Closed RP]

[handsomedouble-deactivated20150]

Was he asking him to be a glorified tour-guide? Well, It was better than most of the other jobs he had had in his life. Well, at least what he could remember. Slowly the old Jonas that was hidden beneath the mask was slipping away into the darkness, In a sea of Jack-Mannerisims. He couldn’t help it the chip that was embedded in the base of his skull was slowly taking over.

"Uh- Okay… Does that mean I’m going to be the only Double around here? Don’t you think that’s a little risky sending all your other guys off plan- wait…That’s brilliant. You could spread a rumour that you’re not the real Jack and hide in plain sight. Make people think you’re a clone or something. Then.. Wow, You’re brilliant Sir" He said with a glint in his eye.

"I’ll take the job, Sir! Sounds great!"

[hyperionides]

“I am brilliant, aren’t I?” Jack grinned, his hands moving to smooth his collar down. He didn’t bother to correct his double that he simply needed someone to shoulder the burden. It was hard to focus on his work on Helios when people expected him to be halfway across the galaxy. Having a presence, a show of force within Opportunity at all times would help his image.

“Glad to hear it, kiddo! You and I are going to do big things—and make this planet a better place,” he finished, clapping his hand onto the double’s shoulder.

[rendingxiphos-deactivated201701]

 Athena kept her hands as far from Xiphos as she could. While she might have been more comfortable moving through the halls of the man she didn’t quite trust with a weapon in hand, she knew it would give off the wrong idea. When she had made her decision to visit Helios once again, she’d made no plans of staging an attack.

Granted, that could change if she learned that Wilhelm was truly dead.

For the time being, she proceeded down the hall defenseless, and slid through the metal doors that served as an entry to Jack’s office. She approached his desk with nary a word, and came to stop a few feet from it, putting plenty of distance between the two of them.

With luck she’d come off as non-threatening.

“Been awhile,” she said coolly. Her eyes swept across the room, seeking any sort of hidden threat, before meeting his own. “We need to talk.”  

[hyperionides]

Jack crossed his arms over his chest, turning when Athena entered the room. “About what?”

If she was interested in a job, he had plenty of uses for a hired assassin. Sanctuary had become a floating fortress since Wilhelm’s demise. He needed another plan to bring the city out of the sky—or just get at Lilith and Roland. Without them, the Crimson Raiders would devolve into chaos. It’d be like New Haven all over again.

“I thought you made it pretty clear how you felt about working for me,” he finished. Uncrossing his arms, he gestured to one of the seats in front of his immaculate desk. While he doubted Athena would waste time, he certainly felt better having her in a position where he could watch her every move.

[hyperionides]

Time For Us [hyperionides & pistolsathighnoon]

[pistolsathighnoon]

The bandits look to the hilltops, unable to pick out the direction of the rifle fire. Where Nisha crouches beside Jack, her laughter is smooth, pressed into the curve of her hand. “Consider it said.” There’s amusement in her voice.

[hyperionides]

Jack leaned over, his shoulder grazing Nisha’s. The bandits are momentarily the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, he tilts his head to press his lips quickly to the hinge where her jaw meets her neck. His voice was low, and just as amused. “You know I like it when you stroke my ego, babe.” 

[transcending-origami]

Paper Cuts

[transcending-origami]

This was a disaster in itself and Jezebel was stuck in the chaos.  She had only intended to stay a short time, and let the battle ride out on its own until —

That voice.

Eyebrows narrow as she drew what appears to be a paper ball, moist by the shine on its surface.  Rolling it between her fingers, she scowls softly, “You’re one to talk.” Trying to find the source of the voice, she quickly throws the spit ballat the nearest loader, allowing it to explode upon impact.  A corrosive substance would begin melting into the metal of the machine quickly, slow enough that it had time to react to her but fast enough that it would prove the dangers of her weapon.  She knew exactly how to deal with his machines.

Turning, she felt bullets spray passed her sending her diving for cover.  Quick as she may be, the unexpected assault upon her left her with a few unwelcome grazes and a deep gash in her side from where a bullet had torn through her, causing her to wince painfully.

"Leave and your robots will be spared!" she calls to the voice, "Stay and I cannot guarantee these men will not continue to remove your presence."

As far as she was concerned, the bandits were in the right in this situation. As crazy and unpredictable as they may be, they hadn’t provoked the attack.. At least not to her knowledge.

[hyperionides]

Jack laughed with the ECHO channel still open. It was the best possible answer to her threat—or mercy. He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it all. Maybe she’d missed the memo that robots do as they’re told without regard to silly little emotions like fear or pain. As for their destruction, well, he could always make more.

“I’m thinking—nah. You could always just stand there, bandit. Let my bots put you out of your misery." Jack’s voice sounded reasonable, even nonthreatening. "I promise, they’ll make it quick."

[hyperionides]

"There is no point in trying to change your mind about that...but could you at the very least treat your employees better?"

"I give them piles of cash—they do the work I need them to. Angel, I'm not seeing what the problem is here."

[callmemace-blog]

"From your reaction now, the latter, which now begs the question of what did - or didn’t - happen to prompt the reminder."

[hyperionides]

"Do I need to have a specific reason? I mean, have you seen half of the idiotic things these bandits do?"