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vrbl-lttr‌:

“  me  .  “

his grin was miles wide. akin to that of the cheshire cat. he reveled in the fear that the other held for him, a sign that he still had it. he opened his arms wide, an emphasis on his presence. not that he needed it, given that this was his fucking office. it was his company even, and yet this fake remained in his spot. his position. his chair. 

it was unacceptable. and yet he held this facade. keep the fake unnerved long enough, paralyzed long enough, that he could slit his goddamn throat. no one took his things. no one took his stuff. he walked closer. scuffed shoes leaving  marks in his pristine office. once more, jack was reminded of things he hated. the possibility of being booted out. the possibility that he was alien here, his ‘trip’ to pandora alienating him entirely.

“ now , if  you  could  please  remove  yourself  from  my  chair ,  “

his tone was sickeningly sweet, the glint in his eyes betraying how false it was.

Dark eyes wavering, Rhys found himself unable to move for what felt like minutes, though it only took mere seconds for Jack to stride across the office to stand in front of him.

How?

That was the only question replaying over and over in his mind like a broken record. No, he hadn’t destroyed the ECHO eye that contained the AI, perhaps a stupid decision on his part yes, but it was only a thing. It couldn’t walk itself out of the drawer in his quarters and implement itself into a new body.

But here he was, though he looked like no android that Rhys had ever seen. He was too real and focusing in on his face, he could see the graphic scar that ruined the other’s face, this time not hidden by a mask. The AI had always worn the mask.

Something was very wrong here.

“You’re dead.”

He felt a familiar feeling, like he had repeated something he said ages ago because he had, but it had been to a hologram before; a fake. This was no fake; he could feel it, the horror sitting like a hot rock in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea how, but this was Jack. Not the AI. Not a replica.

This time, he stood, the chair rolling back behind him to bump against the glass of the outer window. It seemed some semblance of a defense mechanism had finally kicked in, the realization that holy shit, he could be slaughtered in a matter of seconds and he had just been standing there like a fool. He took a step back as he assessed the threat before him, eyes narrowed.

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disgust was the most tangible of his emotions, others long buried beneath his second skin. there was nothing more disgusting than other people, beings that had no business being where they were, doing what they did. this impostor, and his attempt to claim the throne? he exemplified what jack h a t e d  about others. 

of course, jack had been incapacitated. with the resulting vacuum, it made perfect sense for someone to attempt to take over. 

“why h e l l o  there kitten! i imagine you’re doing a poor job keeping my seat warm. given your skinny ass, but I appreciate the effort.”

if only they had thought to confirm he was dead.

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The voice almost felt like an echo, the grating of nails on a chalkboard that made his blood run cold. No, Rhys had definitely made a lot of stupid choices in his life, but putting Jack into a new body had not been one of them.

It hurt like hell, ripping the cords out of his head, but it was necessary. The universe didn’t need another Handsome Jack, one this time that was unkillable as he was not only human. Rhys was not so heartless.

And yet, here the man was, standing right in front of the desk, very much real.

Hovering over some paperwork, Rhys peered at the creature before him with wide eyes that he was sure only portrayed horror at what he was witnessing, but he couldn’t move, his hands frozen and the office silent. The pen he held in his human hand fell out of his grip and clattered to the floor beside the large desk he sat behind.

“Y-You,” he managed to sputter, barely a whisper. He finally straightened his back and sat upright in the chair, staring blankly ahead.

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oh so you're telling me you've never smashed

“Stop calling this number.” 

[ He’s hanging up again. ]

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[ Nope. Not doing this. Hanging up. ]

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“How did you get this number.”

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waterlogge-d‌:

            he  took  the  drink  with  a  grimace  .  the  taste  did  nothing  for  his  current  state  of  mind  other  than  help  establish  that  he  was  indeed  going  to  hell  ,  this  was  only  the beginning  of  his  long  trail  of  suffering  .  the  only  thing  he  could  do  (  other  than  keep  the  cloth  pressed  to  his  chest  )  was  lick  the  roof  of  his  mouth  in  the  hopes  that  it  would  rid  him  of  the  lingering  taste  .  he  closed  his  eyes  ,  his  brows  furrowing  at  what  had  just  occurred  .

             maybe  this  would  speed  up  the  process  ?  it  already  began  to  dull  his  mind  ,  his  muscles  began  to  feel  weaker  ,  and  he  had  no  resistance  to  offer  vylad  against  whatever  his  brother  might  be  doing  .  he  felt  ,  weak  .  but  peaceful  .  like  he  was  finally  able  to  go  to  sleep  after  this  god  forsaken  mess  had  begun  .

             ‘ ‘    make  sure  aphmau  is  alright  .    ‘ ‘

Being that there hadn’t been much in the vial, he felt a bit of panic rise at the thought of Garroth falling asleep. He gripped his collar and lifted him back up, hoping to rouse the man from the ebbing unconsciousness.

‘Don’t talk like that. You’ll be there for her.’ He wasn’t going to let him die, he had decided. Perhaps it was for a selfish reason, being that he himself wouldn’t have much reason to continue on if Garroth wasn’t around, but if it meant that he would live, he would take it.

Vylad glanced back down at the wound curiously, finding the edges had cauterized nicely from the healing potion’s effects. It wouldn’t repair all the damage, of course, but it was better than nothing at all and he was no longer freely bleeding on the forest floor.

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waterlogge-d‌:

            while  he  was  able  to  hold  down  the  cloth  ,  it  held  none  of  the  strength  that  vylad  had  held  it  with  .  with  a  wheeze  ,  he  took  another  breath  .  he  could  follow  the  simple  instructions  given  ,  right  ?  he  made  it  through  a  hell  of  a  lot  of  worse  things  doing  way  more  complicated  stuff  .  he  could  hold  this  down  until  vylad  said  to  stop  .  he  could  keep  this  up  for  his  brother’s  sake  .  right  ?  

             while  he  could  listen  to  vylads  implied  command  ,  he  didn’t  understand  the  purpose  of  it  .  why  did  he  need  to  stop  the  bleeding  ?  wasn’t  his  brother  there  to  take  him  to  the  other  side  ?  wasn’t  he  there  to  help  ease  the  transition  ?  he  was  no  fool  .  he  knew  he’d  be  going  to  hell  just  by  virtue  of  abandoning  his  duties  .  he  had  run  away  from  home  ,  he  had  run  away  from  his  kingdom  ,  he  had  run  away  from  his  fiance  and  his  siblings  .  and  then  he  had  acted  like  nothing  had  happened  the  second  he  made  it  to  phoenix  drop  .  it  was  nothing  less  than  he  deserved  .  

             the  vial  pulled  out  was  nothing  less  than  eye - catching  .  its  glowing  pink  captivating  the  viewer  ,   but  also  confusing  the  man  .  what  was  it  ?  what  could  it  possibly  do  ?  blue  eyes  squinted  ,  and  he  became  more  and  more  lost  in  the  liquid  .

Phoenix Drop had no infirmary, not even a single doctor, but Vylad really couldn’t think of a better place to take him. Brightport would require a boat ride and that was the next closest village; it simply wasn’t happening. His only hope was getting Garroth stable enough to return to the town.

‘Drink this.’ It wasn’t a question if he could, he was just going to be forced no matter what he thought about it. Sure, the mixture wasn’t the best tasting, but it was the best shot he had and Vylad wasn’t going to let it slip by so easily.

He pulled the cork out of the vial and put his free hand behind the man’s head to lift him up enough that he wouldn’t choke on it; he just hoped that Garroth would be able to even swallow it, but they were out of options at this point.

He pressed the vial to his lips and tilted it back, emptying its contents into the others mouth. Once it was gone, he shoved it back into the leather bag at his hip and lifted the blood-soaked coat away from the wound to examine it.

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waterlogge-d‌:

            the  movement  of  the  other’s  hands  had  caught  his  attention  before  the  violent  action  of  ripping  a  projectile  from  his  chest  grabbed  it  completely  .  it  was  all  he  could  do  to  keep  a  scream  as  painful  as  the  action  itself  to  rip  from  his  throat  .  focus  on  something  else  .  anything  else  .  he  might  just  go  insane  if  he  had  to  keep  his  thoughts  trained  on  the  gaping  hole  in  his  chest  .  

           said  chest  was  currently  heaving  as  his  lungs  tried  to  bring  in  what  air  they  could  .  hyperventilation  couldn’t  exactly  make  his  situation  worse  ,  could  it  ?  that’d  be  something  the  pair  found  out  ,  as  the  mystery  figure  kept  applying  pressure  .  garroth’s  eyes  watered  from  the  pain   ,  but  he  still  wasn’t  in  any  state  of  mind  to  do  anything  but  let  his  focus  wander  from  object  to  object  .  the  grass  .  the  sky  .  the clouds  .  the  sun  .  the  flowers  .  the  trees  .  the  mystery  man’s  hands  .  his  face  .

           his  face  .  

           it  shouldn’t  be  this  familiar  .

          the  face  of  his  mystery  savior  belonged  to  someone  that  shouldn’t  be  there  .  someone  who  had  been  dead  for  years  .  most  likely  it  was  a  dying  brain  trying  to  attach  familiarity  to  a  complete  stranger  ,  but  the  thought  that  it  was  his  brother  was  comforting  .  his  brother  who  had  come  back  from  hell  to  guarantee  that  his  transition  from  the  living  world  to  the  other  one  was  somewhat  peaceful  .  he  let  out  a  concerning  laugh  .  wetness  from  the  blood  seeping  into  his  lungs  penetrating  it  .  this  ,  of  course  ,  turned  into  a  cough   ,  pushing  into  the  hands  on  his  chest  .  

            his  voice  was  hoarse  .

           ‘ ‘   i  wondered  when  i’d  see  you  again  .   ‘ ‘

Over the months of Vylad’s spying on Phoenix Drop, it wasn’t as if he had never heard Garroth’s voice before. But somehow, the man speaking directly to him made tears prick his eyes, because he hadn’t spoken to him since they were so much younger, when Vylad had still really been a child.

It hurt. It made the ache in his chest he had learned to push down for years well up so much it felt like he would burst. He had to increase the pressure in the knotted-up fabric to keep his arms from trembling.

‘Can you hold this?’ He placed one of Garroth’s hands on the material, hoping the man could hold it down just long enough for Vylad to retrieve something from the satchel swung loosely around his shoulder.

He had come prepared to the Overworld, though that carried more risk than usual as if the army wasn’t already on edge knowing there was a traitor among them, but now that traitor had snuck into the infirmary and stolen precious potions and salves for their own benefit.

He was selfish, but it eased his own physical pain and now it seemed it was well worth it; it might just be the thing to save his brother’s life.

Fumbling the strap open, he pulled out a glass vial of a brightly-colored liquid, pinkish in its color and glowing faintly. It wasn’t much, it was all he could take before he had fled from the storage room, and it surely wasn’t enough to heal Garroth completely, but perhaps it would keep him around until he could get him home.

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waterlogge-d‌:

           he  cringed  at  the  touch  ,  physical  contact  only  adding  to  the  immeasurable  pain  he  was  going  through  .  his  vision  warped  even  ,  at  the  touch  .  the  situation  as  a  whole  was  enough  to  make  him  assume  that  this  was  only  a  hallucination  .  the  very  idea  that  someone  would  come  out  and  try  to  save  him  from  a  death  like  this  was  ridiculous  .  he  was  the  head  guard  ,  yes  ,  but  there  were  others  that  would  have  his  position.  coveted  it  ,  even   .  and   yet  a  man  had  come  to  rescue  him  .

           the  figure  wasn’t  familiar  in  the  slightest  .  the  armor  they  wore  a  bit  too  ragged  to  be  someone  from  phoenix  drop  ,   meant  for  surviving  alone  rather  than  with  the  support  of  a  town  or  village  .  garroth  sucked  in  a  breath  .  no  ,  it  was  no  one  he  was  presently  familiar  with  .  not  that  there  would  be  enough  time  for  introduction  .  he  would  have  bled  out  by  the  time  he  could  even  catch  the  chance  to  breathe  and  ask  for  a  name  .  the  eyes  were  the  only  thing  that  could  be  said  to  be  familiar  on  the  other  figure  ,  but  even  then  it  was  a  long  shot  to  place  where  they  were  familiar  .  

         he  groaned  ,  bringing  his  arm  across his  chest  in  one  shaky  movement  .  garroth  ro’meave  was  not  going  to  live  through  this  .

Vylad could feel himself receding, fear causing his hands to shake and falter almost uncontrollably, but he had to rationalize to himself that Garroth was going to die if he didn’t do something and soon. Thinking quickly, he shed the cloak covering his upper half, revealing a young man with shaggy brown hair and green eyes.

He had to get the arrow out. At least, he supposed, he was thankful for injury care being the only useful thing he had learned in the Nether. However, that still wasn’t a definite guarantee of survival. He had seen plenty of strong shadow knights bleed out from a wound that was simply too severe for even the dedicated healers of the army.

Humans, from what he had observed, seemed even more weak.

‘This will hurt. I’m sorry.’ It was the least he could sign, keeping his hands plainly visible in the man’s blurred vision and hoping he would even remember what it meant. Not that it truly mattered; this act was going to be extremely painful regardless of Garroth’s understanding.

With that, he placed his fingers as close to the base of the arrow protruding from torn material as he could get before ripping it out in one smooth motion. At least it was a fairly crudely-made projectile, he thought, for something of higher quality might have pierced through him completely, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t done enough damage.

He pressed the fabric of the coat down over the gushing wound, slowing the bleeding considerably. The shadow knight’s eyes flicked over to the other man’s, cautious to see if he was still awake.

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           what  was  there  but  to  want  a  real  reason  to  keep  clinging  to  life  ?  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  keep  going  if  things  stayed   like  this  .  betrayal  was  a  hell  of  a  drug  ,  and  not  something  he  could  stand  up  to  on  his  own  .  it  was  betrayal  he  was  left  with  ,  as  he  lay  dying  .  his  son  who  had  caused  his  world  to  come  crashing  down  around  him  .  his  son  who  had  wounded  him  .  it  was  zenix  who  left  him  to  die  on  the  forest  floor  ,  a  cacophony  of  sounds  to  lead  him  to  the  other  side  .  

            footsteps  interrupted  his  acceptance  of  his  situation  .  garroth  could  only  focus  attention  on  one  thing  at  a  time  ,  and  so  it  was  now  determined  that  he  would  turn  this  attention  to  his  newfound  visitor  .  strange  ,  it  was  ,  that  on  his  deathbed  he’d  be  receiving  company  ,  but  it  was  no  stranger  than  his  son  being  the  cause  of  his  untimely  demise  .  his  eyes  narrowed  ,  looking  for  the  figure  causing  the  noise  .

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He knew it was going to happen at some point. Zenix was simply too volatile to stay satisfied with the current situation much longer and Vylad had long since missed his chance to do away with him. And now he and his brother were paying the price.

Seeing the knight laying on the forest floor among the leaves and dirt, his heart sank and his blood ran cold, a familiar feeling of dread making its home in his chest. He might be too late, his mind raced, but he had to try to fix this, even if it meant revealing himself.

The shadow knight knelt beside Garroth, the flicker of bright eyes beneath his cloak locking onto the injured man and trailing down to his wound, an arrow embedded in his chest. It had pierced flesh just between the folds of armor, where he was vulnerable; surely a lucky shot for Zenix.

Vylad reached out and pressed a gloved hand to his chest, expression noticeably changing behind the mask over his face to show concern. He looked older, but he knew he would be recognized. He just wasn’t sure how he was going to explain himself or if he would be able to.

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wxlf-guardian‌:

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Yip nodded, he closed his eyes for a moment, as if he were agreeing with himself gladly in his mind.  “I see, that’s interesting.” He ended his statement with abrupt silence. His posture seemed to loosen as his once crossed arms dropped to his sides, his armor chiming at the movement, god he hated the sound of this thing sometimes. His eyelids fluttered open and he blinked a few times, he stepped closer, his face now shown a bit more comprehensibly, his emerald eyes glimmered with the light as he gave a warm smile. He glanced down at the other man’s hand, Vylad is it? Yip stared just momentarily before he allowed his hand to meet the others. ”I’m Yip, it’s a pleasure Vylad” He spoke formerly, which was not very infrequent of him, he was a guard after all, so loyalty was one of his specialties as you would normally assume. 

After greeting the new found stranger, or Vylad, as he had just discovered, he released his grip slowly and placed his hand back beside him, where it resided before. He lifted his other hand to the back of his neck and rubbed. “Sorry If I alarmed you in any sort of way.” He didn’t like barging into other people’s property, especially in uniform, knowing he could possible scare someone into attacking him with who knows what, I guess you could call his wandering irresponsible at time, but he felt a needed break once in a while. 

‘Nice to meet you as well.’ He smiled in return and adjusted his coat. ‘It isn’t a problem. I just generally don’t get visitors.’ Now at least in the future, he wouldn’t be as on edge were he to see Yip again. Having guards around did make him feel safer in a small way.

Perhaps he would accompany the knight back to Phoenix Drop; stop talking about visiting and just do it. It wasn’t as if he had anything horribly pressing to do today anyway.

‘Would you mind if I tagged along when you decide to head back to Phoenix Drop? I suppose a visit today while the weather is nice wouldn’t hurt,’ he paused, brushing dark hair out of his eyes, ‘That is, if you’ll have me. If not, no worries.’

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wxlf-guardian‌:

< ✶ > His head lifted in slight surprise, He was indeed pretty bewildered at the question, but he supposed he shouldn’t think much of it, after all, it was not rare for those two to not be familiar with people outside of town. Yip adjusted his posture, keeping his arms firmly crossed across his chest. “They are fine, occupied as always I presume, Levin taking care of lord duty, I see him once in a while, as for Malachi..” He paused, his eyes drifted away in dismay, his words trailed off vaguely as he quickly regathered his senses. “Malachi..is always caught up in his paperwork, don’t see him as often as I’d like, but what can I expect, they are very busy.” He let off the rest of his sentence with a lighthearted chuckle that trailed off briskly into the quiet.  But still, even after answering that question, it still floated curiously in his mind on how this man was familiar with those two. The guard’s spirit of inquiry knocked around at his thoughts momentarily. “How..” his words discontinued for a brief instant, “How do you know them?”, of course it was obviously really none of his business how this came to be, but it wasn’t something he could really help at the time, he stared and hoped he could get some sort of answer to clear up his lingering doubt.

It was good to hear that the two were doing well. He really should take some time to go visit them, but then again, he didn’t know if they’d actually be interested in having any kind of close relationship with him. Still, he wanted to know that they were doing well without resorting to spying like he used to.

The following question didn’t really surprise him; it was more of a small test to see if he was really a guard of Phoenix Drop more than anything, but the information was still just as beneficial.

‘They’re my nephews. I haven’t been to Phoenix Drop in quite some time so I thought I should ask.’ He paused for a moment and picked up the basket, putting his arm through the handle. ‘I should really visit soon.’

He supposed if he knew who Levin and Malachi were, he was who he said he was. Feeling comfortable enough to introduce himself, the shadow knight extended his hand. ‘My name is Vylad, by the way.’