[Jack will leave the other comment alone. For now. He's already getting tired of dealing with this whole thing as it is.]
Fine, fine, I'll dress it all up for ya so ya can play pretend and stay in denial. Cuz that's the healthy way to deal with this.
[Okay, Rhys...he is not going anywhere. Other than maybe sprawling on the floor. No hunting for him, not in this shape. Ugh, Jack has to do everything himself.
...Or maybe not. He has employees, after all. Including dudes who will kill for him with no questions asked.]
Alright, you stay there. I'm gonna go to the kitchens. And one of my loyal and oh-so-casually-violent guards is gonna go find some poor dumb asshole for you to eat.
[ The hand that he had run up into his hair comes back over his face and stays there as he slumps even further into the cushions of the couch below him.
Had he ever felt this bad in his life before? He feels like that's impossible, no flu or cold or hangover has ever hit him like this.
Except...
When he was supposed to ween off the painkillers he'd been prescribed when he got his augmentations done. They were the really strong kind, and he'd been instructed to reduce his dose gradually. Instead, he'd gone off them cold turkey as soon as the stitches were out, assuming he could handle any residual pain.
And with that Rhys suddenly realizes what this feeling really is. Withdrawl. ]
Shit. Shit, is it going to be like this every time?
Not if you keep yourself fed regularly. Sit tight, don't die on me.
[Jack leaves Rhys there under the watchful eye of a silent, imposing looking guard. And another is dispatched to go do some murder. It'll just be quicker and easier that way, and give Rhys less time to make some unholy biological mess in Jack's castle.
Much as he's complaining to himself, it's a good thing Rhys came to him. Shows he has some respect, shows he knows Jack is The Guy. Even here in crazy monster world. There's promise there, potential.
Which is the only reason Jack's making an effort to help. By the time his errand-boy guard is back, a fresh corpse over his shoulder, Jack has a chocolate milkshake all ready. It's quick work to bleed out the body and run the whole mess through the blender. It probably won't mask the taste, but Rhys can pretend. That's what the entire exercise is all about.]
You better not be dead.
[Jack returns, followed by a kitchen servant with a tray. And the promised blood and chocolate concoction sitting a top.]
[ So it is just going to be like this now. Drink blood or feel like his skeleton is trying to remove itself from the rest of his body.
He Just sits there and takes deep, measured breath. Trying to remember what he was taught in those non optional "Wellness Meetings" at Hyperion where they made you learn how to do quick meditation when your body felt like it was failing from being overworked.
It doesn't work as intended, he doesn't need oxygen to live anymore or anything, but it still has the desired effect: Rhys just concentrating on something steady and not thinking about how awful he's feeling. He gets into it enough that it doesn't feel like much time had passed between closing his eyes and cracking them open again at Jacks voice.
Rhys smells it before he sees it, the rich and coppery scent of fresh blood, causing him to immediately perk up. So fixated on the smell he doesn't even come up with some sarcastic or snide response, or notice that his fangs have extended. ]
[And no mess! Even better. Jack sets down the tray and offers the cup full of blood and chocolate to the guy. Maybe he won't even make a big deal out of charging Rhys for this particular service.
Maybe.]
Alright, have at it, sunshine! You scarf that sucker down, you'll start feeling better.
[ He's barely registering what Jack says at this point, too fixated on the drink in front of him. Moving without thinking he reaches forward and grabs the glass, knocking it back and chugging the blood like he's in junior year at a kegatron party all over again. Good thing he doesn't need to breath anymore, cause he wouldn't be able to stop and take a breath. ]
Now this is a sight, holy crap. Congratulations, Rhys, on single handedly killing the myth about vampires being elegant and classy. You look like a homeless boozer coming off a week's dry spell.
[Jack resumes his seat, leaning back and crossing his legs to just watch the other guy with his eternally fixed expression. He's never actually seen one of the blood drinkers go at it before. It'd be a lot more interesting to see him do it for real, Jack decides. This...meh. It's a dude drinking out of a fancy cup. Not exactly exciting fare.]
[ It isn't until the last dredges of the glass are gone that he finally moves it away from his lips, and even then he goes back in to lick what he can reach. It would be degrading, humiliating if he weren't so focused on the taste and smell and overwhelming feeling of pure satisfaction he's getting right now.
And it's like coming out of a trance when he finally comes back to himself, suddenly and with his tongue stuck halfway down the glass as he stops mid motion. ]
Uh.
[ He...quickly retreats it, shaking his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It comes away covered in blood and drool.
Uhg, okay there's the humiliation. ]
Okay first of all, rude? I'm the one going through it here. It's not like you'd know the feeling with the whole...
[ He gestures to the entirety of Jack, the whole robot body thing! He's trying to play it all off alright? His hands still covered in blood and spit... ]
What, you think I just woke up one day, poof, full robot? Yeah, no. I went through friggin hell when I changed.
[Jack's motionless face remains turned on Rhys, the glow in his eyes and at the edges of his faceplate glowing brightly.]
Plus I've got an organic brain, so I experience sensations. I know what the hunger's like, cupcake, I've been living the monster life way, way longer than you. Pretty sure the charred outline of the first dude I fried is still on a wall somewhere in Bavan's shitty bar district. You should be grateful I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to walk ya through all this crap.
[ Rhys's expression twists at the thought of Jack's metamorphosis before it sours completely at a realization: Jack actually did it, it was in a round about way but he got his whole robo-skeleton with his mind inside of it deal. God! Why hadn't he thought of it that way till now... ]
Oh yeah, I have so much to be grateful about when it comes to you.
You do, kid. I could have you put out, left ya to go crazy and start killing people all over the place! Hell, I would have enjoyed watching it all go down! But I decided to be generous and give ya a hand. Feels better, right? After a nice nourishing drink?
[Not that Jack needs the answer, but it's demonstrative. An acknowledgement from Rhys that Jack really helped him out here. He leans forward, the light in his eyes flashing a moment.]
Yeah, that's cuz of me. And Bruce there, who went out and actually killed your snack for you. But Bruce is one of mine and he's getting paid so...still me helping. So maybe you stop being a snotty little prick, huh?
[ He wouldn't have done that! He would have figured something out. He just came to Jack because....because he was delirious. He could barely think at all let alone think of a better option in that moment but if he had to, the point is that he could have.
And now that he can think straight: ]
Y'know what? Coming here was a mistake.
[ And at that he gets up- fumbles a little cause he's still not 100% and his legs still feel like jelly- and smooths out his sweat-soaked, terribly wrinkled dress shirt and makes as though he's going to let himself out (he is still holding the glass.) ]
Coming here was the smartest friggin thing you could have done. Sit down, look at yourself, you're a mess. You're not in any state to go anywhere. End up passing out at my gates or something. I got dogs wandering the grounds, not a good place to pass out.
[Jack holds up his hands in what he intends to be a gesture of harmlessness. Whatever the hell Rhys thinks is gonna happen probably isn't. He's got nothing against the guy, other than that he's proven to have a vast capacity for being annoying as shit.
Besides. He's bored and Rhys offers a distraction.]
You're hitting your changes, Rhys, trust me...you do not wanna be on your own right now.
[ Rhys just scowls. He's right...he knows he's right! But he doesn't want him to be. Still, he won't go compliant for Jack without at least a bit of a fight. Whatever he can muster right now. ]
Cause trusting you has always gotten me the best results, right?
[ He stares down at the almost completely licked-clean glass in his hand contemplatively. He could at least make it past the gates. ]
Considering this right here is about the only time you've ever trusted me...yeah! I'd say you got pretty good results.
[Jack just shrugs, a somewhat awkward motion with his robotic body. It's not like he and Rhys have had a whole ton to do with each other in the handful of months Jack's known him. It's not his fault Rhys didn't believe him about the monster stuff at first. But he hadn't lied about any of it, it had just been really upsetting info.]
I dunno what the hell you think I have against you or whatever. What, do you think this is some elaborate plot to steal your organs? That's stupid. What the hell am I gonna do with monster organs, I can't sell'em. Nobody touches that black market anymore! No, you're vaguely more interesting than a bunch of expense reports for the lab and it pays to have favors owed. So we can keep up this little round-and-round bullshit, or you can stop being a dick and accept a very generous invitation to sleep off your vamp flu in a cushy castle.
[ He keeps forgetting that Jack doesn't remember- no, worse somehow- he never even knew Rhys. The realization stings every time.
And this Jack...well, while he's plenty threatening, he at least doesn't seem quite as trigger happy as the AI had lead Rhys to believe. He's a little more chilled out, a little less blood thirsty. In some ways, he's Jack in the best moments they had together.
A small, stupid part of Rhys wants to be happy about that.
For now he just sighs, holds up his glass for the help to take from him. He's too tired to keep this up, to be fueled by his usual cocktail of pettiness, spite and lack of self preservation.
[The glass is taken from Rhys and whisked away. Jack stands up and comes around his desk, clapping Rhys on the shoulder.]
Smart choice, kiddo, real smart choice! Alright boys, I got this, go...stand and look threatening somewhere else.
[He waves his guards off in dismissal. He'll take over from here, the other guy's from back home. There's so little of that around, deserves a personal touch. ]
And lucky you! Nobody else but me lives here, outside of the staff! And they all live downstairs in the servant wing where they belong. Got the whole friggin bell system and everything - ya want anything, ya pull the silk cord next to the bed. Bell rings down in some maid's room and they come see what you want. So you've got a pick of the guest towers! I personally recommend one with an ocean view but let's be honest, they're all luxurious enough to make a gold digger shit themselves!
[ Nevermind the way Rhys does a full body tense at Jack's hand on his shoulder, not that Jack would notice that kind of thing.
But now that the initial relief (followed by annoying reminders) is starting to wear off, Rhys is realizing he's been left with a content, comfortable buzz following that drink. Like a warm blanket, or good whisky.
He's also now really taking in the castle since Jack's brought it up (no shock that he lives here alone, who could stand the guy enough to room with him even in a huge place like this?) and gives a low whistle. ]
'Nice' is the understatement of the century, champ!
[Jack leads the way, steps heavy on the stone floor once he's off the carpet. He turns down a long hallway hung with generic landscapes and paintings of ships at sea, past various closed doors, to a flight of stairs.]
This place is exactly what I asked for! Not a single detail was skimped on. I literally live like a king. I mean I'm just one step away from it being official, once I get a town set up around this place...but anyway, how about a tour! I got a bathtub around here that's probably as big as your apartment - not that I can use it, but I have it and that's what's important!
[ The more time he lets pass (the amount of time it takes for the blood to start properly digesting but he's not going to think about that!!!) the better he's feeling. Still a little out of it, enough so that the change doesn't feel dramatic (this time) but his senses do seem sharper, like when you put on a fresh glasses prescription. He can suddenly see and hear and smell better than a couple hours ago.
Anyways, the point is that 1. he is now acutely aware of his surroundings and 2. he is not ready to go to sleep yet, with this sudden new found energy. ]
I uh--
[ It's hard not to be distracted, he's looking around as details and textures seem to pop into focus. ]
The view's one of the best friggin parts. You're not gonna get a view like this in Bavan!
[He knows, he lived in Bavan for years before he got this place. And he's never looked back.]
[Jack leads the way through wide, high ceilinged hallways. The carpets are black with gold edging, running along the center of the halls and leaving edges of marble floor bare. What's the point in marble floors if they're completely covered? Suits of armor are set against the wall here and there, along with decorative sculptures and more paintings.]
Place came furnished! How sweet is that? I made some changes here and there - what the hell do I need with a bunch of shelves of books in my rooms? - but that magic chick did good!
[Jack makes a sudden turn, through intricately carved wooden double doors and into some sort of parlor-style room. There's an elaborate fireplace and plush high back chairs and some sort of old fashioned looking couch sort of thing....and large glass doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the ocean.]
[ Rhys follows after him, keeping a generous distance between the two of them. He's...got a lot of mixed emotions when it comes to Jack. His first thought is a bitter one, that it's bullshit that after everything Jack did (to him, personally) he still wins. Gets to live out the rest of his life as a possibly immortal king, even if it's the king of some backwater island.
On the otherhand...this isn't the Jack who burned him, not really. That Jack was still him but this one didn't have their history. No matter how mad he was, he'd never get any vindication out of a man who didn't even know his name till a couple months ago.
He lets out a low whistle at the sight. It's a pretty view, he'll give Jack that. Still, he can't help but dig. ]
Nothing is around here. But it's the best friggin view on this cursed dick of a land, so that's what counts.
[Sure, it's not the best view in the universe, but it's the best view in this world. And it's his. Jack's been here long enough that the world's boundaries have forced his ambitions to adjust.]
I'll even put you up in one of the towers that faces the ocean! Obviously I've got the best one, but the rest aren't exactly shabby. I tell ya, it's good to be king!
[ Rhys rolled his eyes, but keeping his head turned so that unless Jack has freaky robo vision hacks, he wouldn’t be able to see.
A bedroom with a view was starting to sound nicer and nicer though, the momentary burst of energy he got from his…”smoothie” beginning to dissipate and make way for the exhaustion from all his body had been through before it.
He probably had enough left to catch a cab at this point, but his shabby apartment was (aside from being shabby, which sucked on its own) a mess from how he’d stumbled about it in his hunger delirium.
One night. One. And then he wouldn’t call on Jack for anything again. ]
Okay okay, put me up for the night. But I am not making a habit of this.
[Jack chuckles a bit. Like Rhys is really gonna just walk away from all this luxury and not come crawling back. When it's freezing cold and damp in whatever shithole in Bavan he's holed up in, he'll be back.
If not sooner.]
Come on, I'll take ya to the suite. It's a few floors up.
[More than, as it turns out, but there's a metal cage style elevator in the center of the tower, to make the trip to the guest suite at the top quicker. And the suite is as opulent and impressive as promised, with a balcony and fireplace that takes up half a wall and a great canopy bed on a raised section of floor.]
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Date: 2021-09-23 03:03 am (UTC)[Jack will leave the other comment alone. For now. He's already getting tired of dealing with this whole thing as it is.]
Fine, fine, I'll dress it all up for ya so ya can play pretend and stay in denial. Cuz that's the healthy way to deal with this.
[Okay, Rhys...he is not going anywhere. Other than maybe sprawling on the floor. No hunting for him, not in this shape. Ugh, Jack has to do everything himself.
...Or maybe not. He has employees, after all. Including dudes who will kill for him with no questions asked.]
Alright, you stay there. I'm gonna go to the kitchens. And one of my loyal and oh-so-casually-violent guards is gonna go find some poor dumb asshole for you to eat.
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Date: 2021-09-23 03:18 am (UTC)[ The hand that he had run up into his hair comes back over his face and stays there as he slumps even further into the cushions of the couch below him.
Had he ever felt this bad in his life before? He feels like that's impossible, no flu or cold or hangover has ever hit him like this.
Except...
When he was supposed to ween off the painkillers he'd been prescribed when he got his augmentations done. They were the really strong kind, and he'd been instructed to reduce his dose gradually. Instead, he'd gone off them cold turkey as soon as the stitches were out, assuming he could handle any residual pain.
And with that Rhys suddenly realizes what this feeling really is. Withdrawl. ]
Shit. Shit, is it going to be like this every time?
Every time he needs a...a blood fix???
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Date: 2021-09-23 03:38 am (UTC)[Jack leaves Rhys there under the watchful eye of a silent, imposing looking guard. And another is dispatched to go do some murder. It'll just be quicker and easier that way, and give Rhys less time to make some unholy biological mess in Jack's castle.
Much as he's complaining to himself, it's a good thing Rhys came to him. Shows he has some respect, shows he knows Jack is The Guy. Even here in crazy monster world. There's promise there, potential.
Which is the only reason Jack's making an effort to help. By the time his errand-boy guard is back, a fresh corpse over his shoulder, Jack has a chocolate milkshake all ready. It's quick work to bleed out the body and run the whole mess through the blender. It probably won't mask the taste, but Rhys can pretend. That's what the entire exercise is all about.]
You better not be dead.
[Jack returns, followed by a kitchen servant with a tray. And the promised blood and chocolate concoction sitting a top.]
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Date: 2021-09-23 03:55 am (UTC)[ So it is just going to be like this now. Drink blood or feel like his skeleton is trying to remove itself from the rest of his body.
He Just sits there and takes deep, measured breath. Trying to remember what he was taught in those non optional "Wellness Meetings" at Hyperion where they made you learn how to do quick meditation when your body felt like it was failing from being overworked.
It doesn't work as intended, he doesn't need oxygen to live anymore or anything, but it still has the desired effect: Rhys just concentrating on something steady and not thinking about how awful he's feeling. He gets into it enough that it doesn't feel like much time had passed between closing his eyes and cracking them open again at Jacks voice.
Rhys smells it before he sees it, the rich and coppery scent of fresh blood, causing him to immediately perk up. So fixated on the smell he doesn't even come up with some sarcastic or snide response, or notice that his fangs have extended. ]
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Date: 2021-09-27 01:21 am (UTC)[And no mess! Even better. Jack sets down the tray and offers the cup full of blood and chocolate to the guy. Maybe he won't even make a big deal out of charging Rhys for this particular service.
Maybe.]
Alright, have at it, sunshine! You scarf that sucker down, you'll start feeling better.
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Date: 2021-09-27 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-27 02:48 am (UTC)[Jack resumes his seat, leaning back and crossing his legs to just watch the other guy with his eternally fixed expression. He's never actually seen one of the blood drinkers go at it before. It'd be a lot more interesting to see him do it for real, Jack decides. This...meh. It's a dude drinking out of a fancy cup. Not exactly exciting fare.]
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Date: 2021-09-27 05:25 am (UTC)And it's like coming out of a trance when he finally comes back to himself, suddenly and with his tongue stuck halfway down the glass as he stops mid motion. ]
Uh.
[ He...quickly retreats it, shaking his head and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It comes away covered in blood and drool.
Uhg, okay there's the humiliation. ]
Okay first of all, rude? I'm the one going through it here. It's not like you'd know the feeling with the whole...
[ He gestures to the entirety of Jack, the whole robot body thing! He's trying to play it all off alright? His hands still covered in blood and spit... ]
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Date: 2021-10-07 02:04 am (UTC)[Jack's motionless face remains turned on Rhys, the glow in his eyes and at the edges of his faceplate glowing brightly.]
Plus I've got an organic brain, so I experience sensations. I know what the hunger's like, cupcake, I've been living the monster life way, way longer than you. Pretty sure the charred outline of the first dude I fried is still on a wall somewhere in Bavan's shitty bar district. You should be grateful I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to walk ya through all this crap.
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Date: 2021-10-07 02:27 am (UTC)Oh yeah, I have so much to be grateful about when it comes to you.
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Date: 2021-10-07 02:35 am (UTC)[Not that Jack needs the answer, but it's demonstrative. An acknowledgement from Rhys that Jack really helped him out here. He leans forward, the light in his eyes flashing a moment.]
Yeah, that's cuz of me. And Bruce there, who went out and actually killed your snack for you. But Bruce is one of mine and he's getting paid so...still me helping. So maybe you stop being a snotty little prick, huh?
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Date: 2021-10-07 03:07 am (UTC)[ He wouldn't have done that! He would have figured something out. He just came to Jack because....because he was delirious. He could barely think at all let alone think of a better option in that moment but if he had to, the point is that he could have.
And now that he can think straight: ]
Y'know what? Coming here was a mistake.
[ And at that he gets up- fumbles a little cause he's still not 100% and his legs still feel like jelly- and smooths out his sweat-soaked, terribly wrinkled dress shirt and makes as though he's going to let himself out (he is still holding the glass.) ]
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Date: 2021-10-07 03:24 am (UTC)[Jack holds up his hands in what he intends to be a gesture of harmlessness. Whatever the hell Rhys thinks is gonna happen probably isn't. He's got nothing against the guy, other than that he's proven to have a vast capacity for being annoying as shit.
Besides. He's bored and Rhys offers a distraction.]
You're hitting your changes, Rhys, trust me...you do not wanna be on your own right now.
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Date: 2021-10-07 03:41 am (UTC)Cause trusting you has always gotten me the best results, right?
[ He stares down at the almost completely licked-clean glass in his hand contemplatively. He could at least make it past the gates. ]
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Date: 2021-10-07 03:56 am (UTC)[Jack just shrugs, a somewhat awkward motion with his robotic body. It's not like he and Rhys have had a whole ton to do with each other in the handful of months Jack's known him. It's not his fault Rhys didn't believe him about the monster stuff at first. But he hadn't lied about any of it, it had just been really upsetting info.]
I dunno what the hell you think I have against you or whatever. What, do you think this is some elaborate plot to steal your organs? That's stupid. What the hell am I gonna do with monster organs, I can't sell'em. Nobody touches that black market anymore! No, you're vaguely more interesting than a bunch of expense reports for the lab and it pays to have favors owed. So we can keep up this little round-and-round bullshit, or you can stop being a dick and accept a very generous invitation to sleep off your vamp flu in a cushy castle.
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Date: 2021-10-07 04:11 am (UTC)And this Jack...well, while he's plenty threatening, he at least doesn't seem quite as trigger happy as the AI had lead Rhys to believe. He's a little more chilled out, a little less blood thirsty. In some ways, he's Jack in the best moments they had together.
A small, stupid part of Rhys wants to be happy about that.
For now he just sighs, holds up his glass for the help to take from him. He's too tired to keep this up, to be fueled by his usual cocktail of pettiness, spite and lack of self preservation.
There's your relent, Jack. ]
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Date: 2021-10-07 05:38 am (UTC)[The glass is taken from Rhys and whisked away. Jack stands up and comes around his desk, clapping Rhys on the shoulder.]
Smart choice, kiddo, real smart choice! Alright boys, I got this, go...stand and look threatening somewhere else.
[He waves his guards off in dismissal. He'll take over from here, the other guy's from back home. There's so little of that around, deserves a personal touch. ]
And lucky you! Nobody else but me lives here, outside of the staff! And they all live downstairs in the servant wing where they belong. Got the whole friggin bell system and everything - ya want anything, ya pull the silk cord next to the bed. Bell rings down in some maid's room and they come see what you want. So you've got a pick of the guest towers! I personally recommend one with an ocean view but let's be honest, they're all luxurious enough to make a gold digger shit themselves!
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Date: 2021-10-08 12:08 am (UTC)But now that the initial relief (followed by annoying reminders) is starting to wear off, Rhys is realizing he's been left with a content, comfortable buzz following that drink. Like a warm blanket, or good whisky.
He's also now really taking in the castle since Jack's brought it up (no shock that he lives here alone, who could stand the guy enough to room with him even in a huge place like this?) and gives a low whistle. ]
That-- that does sound nice...
[ Who's he kidding, it sounds amazing. ]
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Date: 2021-10-08 03:58 am (UTC)[Jack leads the way, steps heavy on the stone floor once he's off the carpet. He turns down a long hallway hung with generic landscapes and paintings of ships at sea, past various closed doors, to a flight of stairs.]
This place is exactly what I asked for! Not a single detail was skimped on. I literally live like a king. I mean I'm just one step away from it being official, once I get a town set up around this place...but anyway, how about a tour! I got a bathtub around here that's probably as big as your apartment - not that I can use it, but I have it and that's what's important!
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Date: 2021-10-09 05:56 am (UTC)Anyways, the point is that 1. he is now acutely aware of his surroundings and 2. he is not ready to go to sleep yet, with this sudden new found energy. ]
I uh--
[ It's hard not to be distracted, he's looking around as details and textures seem to pop into focus. ]
Tour, okay.
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Date: 2021-10-11 02:08 am (UTC)[He knows, he lived in Bavan for years before he got this place. And he's never looked back.]
[Jack leads the way through wide, high ceilinged hallways. The carpets are black with gold edging, running along the center of the halls and leaving edges of marble floor bare. What's the point in marble floors if they're completely covered? Suits of armor are set against the wall here and there, along with decorative sculptures and more paintings.]
Place came furnished! How sweet is that? I made some changes here and there - what the hell do I need with a bunch of shelves of books in my rooms? - but that magic chick did good!
[Jack makes a sudden turn, through intricately carved wooden double doors and into some sort of parlor-style room. There's an elaborate fireplace and plush high back chairs and some sort of old fashioned looking couch sort of thing....and large glass doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the ocean.]
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Date: 2021-10-18 04:34 am (UTC)On the otherhand...this isn't the Jack who burned him, not really. That Jack was still him but this one didn't have their history. No matter how mad he was, he'd never get any vindication out of a man who didn't even know his name till a couple months ago.
He lets out a low whistle at the sight. It's a pretty view, he'll give Jack that. Still, he can't help but dig. ]
It's nice. No Elpis, but it's nice.
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Date: 2021-10-19 01:55 am (UTC)[Sure, it's not the best view in the universe, but it's the best view in this world. And it's his. Jack's been here long enough that the world's boundaries have forced his ambitions to adjust.]
I'll even put you up in one of the towers that faces the ocean! Obviously I've got the best one, but the rest aren't exactly shabby. I tell ya, it's good to be king!
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Date: 2021-10-19 02:09 am (UTC)A bedroom with a view was starting to sound nicer and nicer though, the momentary burst of energy he got from his…”smoothie” beginning to dissipate and make way for the exhaustion from all his body had been through before it.
He probably had enough left to catch a cab at this point, but his shabby apartment was (aside from being shabby, which sucked on its own) a mess from how he’d stumbled about it in his hunger delirium.
One night. One. And then he wouldn’t call on Jack for anything again. ]
Okay okay, put me up for the night. But I am not making a habit of this.
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Date: 2021-10-19 03:13 am (UTC)[Jack chuckles a bit. Like Rhys is really gonna just walk away from all this luxury and not come crawling back. When it's freezing cold and damp in whatever shithole in Bavan he's holed up in, he'll be back.
If not sooner.]
Come on, I'll take ya to the suite. It's a few floors up.
[More than, as it turns out, but there's a metal cage style elevator in the center of the tower, to make the trip to the guest suite at the top quicker. And the suite is as opulent and impressive as promised, with a balcony and fireplace that takes up half a wall and a great canopy bed on a raised section of floor.]
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