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[hyperioncompanyman]

"Y'dont gotta be so sour about it, pumpkin. Everybody wants a slice of Jack-pie, I can't disappoint the pawns."

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Rhys looked at him unhappily when he heard that. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I’m going to be as sour about it as I want. Don’t care what everybody else wants.”

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@handsomefxckface A gasp left thick lungs with as much of sarcasm that left her lips, corners curling upwards into a cocky grin. That response meant yes, and tanned hands found their way held onto the young woman’s hips. Tracing the curvature of her thighs with gold painted nails, like reading the rivers on a map. Though, the middle of her office may have not been the best place to discover new territory. Pouting out false plush, a wiggle of masked nostrils as a nod towards a large box was wheeled into the room on a dolly. “I couldn’t disappear for months without bringing y'somethin’ back, princess." ------ ((Mobile so no formatting :D )) She scoffed slightly at the offerings. She knew that this was the most Jack ever did of showing any form of affection. Material goods. It felt absolutely hollow and capitalist (yes, the embodiment of the oppression of the planetside people all for her own personal gain is whining about her.....boss? Occasional bedmate/deskmate/showermate/everywheregodthismanhasnoshamemate? Lover? Definitely not the last one.) And yes, she's a little miffed that there were all those months and she didn't hear one bit from him. He coulda been slaughtered by some damn vault monster or finally snorted the wrong random mushroom he found lying around and they'd just never tell her. And she knew Jack had people he was screwing from here to Eden, as did those people. One big polyamorous web all connected by one guy's dick. But Thumper was a creature who, despite stereotypes and rumors, was very much a loyal and faithful sort. Didn't even look at her well maintained soldiers or anyone else on the station like that regardless of how the months dragged on. It wasn't fair, but she was a little mad that he was probably knee deep in tail and she was a damn Manx every time he hopped off the station on one of these random excursions he liked to take without any warning or timeframes. "Hmmm, another 'souvenir'?" She chose her words carefully indeed. Jack's volatile emotions and fragile ego being considered, trying to weasel what she wanted out of him would take a bit more care. "Where did you go?" Asking to go on the next excursion would not be nearly so much fun as getting him to ask her to come along. The tone very much shifts from her ASKING for something and then being much in his debt the entire time, versus a bit of confirmation that he wants to have her around as maybe more than just a living doll that wears dresses and heels on his command and desert camo and combat boots at the snap of his fingers. Even if it's what she was, a girl could dream, couldn't they? She was also a savage, brutal, calculating, almost amoral tactician who ought to be respected by her armies and feared by her enemies, not held as a laughing stock, the king's whore. She still shuddered at having someone see the two of them in such a compromising situation. Of course there had been FAR WORSE, damnable glass walls, but she still didn't like the implications that the only reason she was anything was because the boss was spit-roasting her. And having people so often seeing him so CLOSE to her...it quite certainly gave impressions.

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Sitting on the chair in the Restricted lab of Helios, one could easily tell that this wasn’t a place designed for anything resembling the civilian sector. Not only were the researhers here barely aware of the end users of their work, they were almost startled and offended to see someone outside of themselves walking among them. Like a hive of naked mole rats in labcoats. 

“C’mon, I ain’t got all day, Jack wants me planetside by four and giving him alpha data on this shit.” She snapped to get them moving. Plenty of upgrades and new programs to load in, and with the low-impact processor she was sporting it would take a while for them to re-optimize and adjust the electrical pull to within tolerance. 

As she waited for their ports to load, she doodled calculations on a notepad, trying to keep her mind sharp and remember all the components she used to mess with when all her stuff was bandit make and targeting had to be all hand done. Now the mods could take over your entire body to hit apples at three miles, or pilot a missile like it was either get the role of Cavalier in the fuckin Nutcracker or another six months of ramen noodles and dealing with wannabe dance moms screaming about how little Natalie who hasn’t figured out she has feet on the ends of her legs yet should be STARFISH #1 and not CRAB #2 in the upcoming dance recital. ((Munny would like to apologize for the previous sentence being an absolute insult to all things relating to the written word and the art of storytelling.)) In essence, steering a missile with a great deal of finesse despite literally having milliseconds to correct course. All very useful for the general of Hyperion’s army, but growing dependent on tech was the last thing she needed to do.

Hell, it took a great deal of convincing to even get the ECHO eye installed, and even then she insisted on the color matching her natural eyes. An honest answer, as well as the one she actually gave, was that anything new about her or any new weapons she possessed should be kept secret from the enemy until such a time as their knowledge would be either pointless (as they shall soon be annihilated) or detrimental in some fashion. No need to throw away a good ace in the hole just because you wanted a neon glowing eyeball ‘cause it’s shiny. Another reason was that she was growing somewhat afraid as to the degree of which Jack made up her entire life, and sporting voluntary heterochromia seemed to be unnecessary indoctrination.

But it was in there now, and she closed her right eye to shut out the intrusive half-binocular vision blurring as the upgrades adjusted the aperture and frame speed settings of the camera. “At least Nakayama isn’t here, the slimeball” She thought to herself, before remembering why Nakayama wasn’t there.

She killed him.

She killed him because there was no one there to tell her not to.

Because Jack was,

Jack IS-

Nakayama was gone and it was nicer to be in the lab and knowing that no more would Jack’s dick go into that filthy mouth of his. Truly, it was repulsive. In no universe did she want to have in her body anything that was in Nakayama’s anything.

The bandit glanced around her surroundings, bored now that she had finished her calculations and waited for the mods to finish before checking her answers. She was bored. BORED!!! And there was very little to fidget with in a lab consisting of 87 percent sterile dust-free nanotech space and 8 percent coffee/drugs space, leaving a whopping 5 percent for all desks, chairs, computers, macrotech tools, and the lab chair she was sitting in.

To her left on the table near her was a flash drive, etched into the label “ECHO Jack”  As much as everyone in Hyperion (including herself, despite her attempts for otherwise) was a Jack-worshipping bootlicker, naming random things after him was discouraged to avoid confusion with the things he named after himself. After running the scans to make sure it wasn’t malware or a virus or whatever, she-

“Put that down!!” One of the researchers had the nerve to speak to her like that. Oh boy. 

Torn between the petty urge to shoot him for giving her a command, and the petty urge to have him watch her jam it into her port, she gave him a wide eyed look and let him realize just who he was talking to.

The complex spread of emotions on his face betrayed that he probably had a poster of her either in the trappings of his recent college days or still had it up now that he had degrees to his name. “You really don’t want to download that- it’s not meant for personal ECHO mods.” Alright, she was gonna do both. Download whatever was on the drive, and then murder the fucker. Delicately, she slid the pocket drive into the port in her head.

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d e m o n s

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        Timothy whimpered as he made his way into the dark     and rather terrifying building. His dual colored eyes looked     over everything as he carefully closed the thick door behind     him, hand catching against the splintered wood and promptly     slicing his hand open. He cursed and let the door go with a     heavy slam, crimson droplets falling to the old floor below.     He hissed in pain and held his hand close to his chest as he     continued making his way through the various hallways and rooms     throughout the house. 

        Nisha had supplied the dare as well as the board, though she     refused to say where she had obtained the object, much to Tim's     chagrin. 

        He nearly tripped as he entered what must have been a living     room at one point, hands flailing out to stop him from actually falling     to the floor. His injured hand slammed against the table he'd tripped     on, blood splattering against the dusty surface and causing him to let     out a yelp from the pain. P E R F E C T, absolutely perfect. He was     probably going to catch some sort of disease or illness from practically     rubbing his cut against the rotting wood. 

        Grumbling he moved closer to the center of the room and plopped     down, pulling off his bag and pulling out the spirit board and planchette     with his good hand. Settling the pieces down on the floor, he sighed as     he searched in his bag for a tissue or something similar to hold against     his injured hand. It wasn't like anything B A D was going to happen, right?     Of course not! Ghosts and demons don't exist. Or did they? He chewed on     his lip at the thought before wringing out his hands, shaking his head. 

        Nisha had told him plenty of ghost stories for him to be at least a L I T T L E     paranoid with the supernatural, but he wasn't just about to leave a dare     half-finished. A dare was a dare and he was going to see it through to the     very end. 

        Finding nothing in his bag, he huffed in annoyance and moved to put his     fingers against the planchette. He moved the piece around a few times,     ignoring the small droplets of red that dripped onto the little glass figure,     wanting to just get this over with. 

        ❛❛ H-hello...? Is there anyone here...? ❜❜

[hyperioncompanyman]

Witching Hour

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The torch burned brightly in his hand in the dark woods as he looked around to see if anyone had dared to follow him in. Seeing that there was none made his choice to continue on all the easier. It wasn’t long for him to arrive at the witches circle and prepare for what he was going to do. He hated what the others in the Hive thought of him. Hated that they didn’t think he could ammount to anything amongst them and the thought that he was just a whore for their Dark Lord. It set his anger to one of somethiign foul and he was going to prove them all wrong. 

He was going to show them what he could really do.

The man lit more torches amongst the area to brighten his light to see. Shedding the cloak he wore amongst several other pieces of clothing to the side he finished setting up his circle. A small blade was pulled from his belt afterwards, right palm cut to produce enough blood for what he wanted to preform. Words murmured outloud to the cool night air, bloodied fingers marking his own face and person hoping to summon the very creature he desired to prove his point and made a fool of no more.

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Blood Magic

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Rhys shifted from one foot the other in a rather nervous manner. He could already hear the music beginning to play from downstairs and could hear the telltale sign of people entering the house. It was a really big night for him and so anybody who was anybody would be here to gather especially with his family’s, or rather his father’s, reputation around the area. They’d, of course, want to come and be respectful to that fact. Rhys knew many were only coming as an obligation while others were also coming because they really meant it.

Either way, he was a bundle of nerves as he looked himself in the mirror and adjusting his outfit too. Having turned 18 and possibly getting the biggest party of his lifetime in the form of a Debutante Ball. He knew his parents were going to make sure the night went without a hitch with their son finally reaching the age being an eligible bachelor. It both scared and excited him and with being the only child to his parents all the stops were going to be pulled out on this one since they weren't going to get another chance.

Sighing he looked out the window again, looking down from the second story to watch as more and more guests arrived. Some he could recognize who they were and others he couldn’t quite make out yet or he hadn’t ever met. It was then Rhys decided to make his way downstairs after a final once over from one of the older members of the hired help that he had come to know as a second family. He loved them and they loved him back ever since he was little when his parents weren’t around to take care of them. Rhys couldn’t imagine his life without them present.

Smiling he gave the old woman a hug before making his way downstairs. He wouldn’t be formally announced until more of the guests arrived so he would have some time to mingle and greet people. Landing on the first floor he smiled as he walked amongst the guests present. Shaking hands and laughing happily. Rhys was turning around on his heel before he smacked right into someone. The young brunet let out a small grown before apologizing as he remembered his manners.

“Oh god I’m terribly sorry about that. I didn’t see you there. I should have been more careful” he replied as he turned his gaze upwards to look at the face of the person he just ran into.

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[handsomefxckface] "You ah... My n-new assis... Uh... Assistant? " A loud gulp, a blooming blush as the newly appointed head of engineering leaned nervously against his desk, rubbing the back of his head with a huff and puff of crimson cheeks.

The younger man nodded his head when he was asked such a question. A small smile came to his features, twitching a little bit in his nervousness before extending his hand out. It was going to serve as an awkward handshake but there wasn’t much he could do about that.

“Uh yes! Yes... I’m Rhys. Pleasure to meet you.”

[hyperioncompanyman]

Production Values

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To be honest this was not where he was expecting his life to be at when he decided to move to LA after graduating. Graduate with all sorts of film and production experience under his belt and move closer to the mecha of movie making. A great idea he thought to himself. Of course he ends up being one of those suckers thinking he could somehow jump right in and make it big in the movies.

Not like he wanted to produce any of his own ideas or anything. Nooo that just wasn’t his stroke of luck. Instead he found himself in a more different kind of movie making that he had never dreamed of being in. A industry that was involved a lot of skin. Like a lot of lot. He was pretty sure he had seen more people without their clothes on then most have in their entire lives.

Sure he was good at his job even though it wasn’t quite what he was hoping for. In fact he thought he was doing rather with what he has produced so far. And today he was told that he would be facing quite a special treat for the newest production he was going to be making. He swore under his breath that if it was something stupid again he was getting a new manager. He liked his manager but if he got another box of dildos again as a surprise he was gonna be pissed. He didn’t need to try and find a way to get rid of all those again.

Sighing he entered the studio that day ready to see what this surprise was and get on with the day. Dropping his shoulder bag off to one side he just about nearly dropped his coffee out of his hand at who exactly was chatting with his manager when he had turned back around. 

“Oh. My god.”