[ 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.]
[ He's not! He can do it, he can rough it in his shitty apartment!! It's no worse then the dwellings he's been making due with on Pandora at least...ok they're more or less even.
Rhys gets horrible "torture dungeon" vibes as he enters the cage, and wonders if Jack has something like that in this place. Well, doesn't even wonder really, it's better to assume.
Thankfully the cage goes up, not down, and he's soon distracted from any medieval torture device thoughts as he takes in the suite, heading right for the bed with a goodnight wave over his shoulder to Jack. He doesn't want him to see how excited he is to sleep in a bed with sheets of a high thread count.
He could get used to this. He could. But he won't.
That's the equivelent thought process of a man saying "what are you gonna do? stab me?" when faced with a knife.
He lasts a month of low contact. Only speaking to Jack in passing, occasionally on the network, but keeps his interest low. And he is! He is disinterested. And he does a good job convincing himself of that right up to the evening the hunger begins to return.
He can recognize the feelings this time, catch them before he becomes a sweaty, incoherent mess. He tries to think of ways he can manage this without getting his hands directly dirty...but after a couple of days of being entirely too squeamish to just... just kill people straight on the hungers gotten worse and Rhys is left with few options.
So that's how he finds himself back at the castles entrance, once again waiting to be ushered in by Jack's staff. He's at least more composed this time; he still has his glasses on but the sun has set enough that he doesn't have to shield himself from it and he isn't completely disheveled, just twitchy. ]
[When Jack is alerted that Rhys is at the doors, he's not all that surprised. But the kid's got shit timing. Tonight's the one night a week he has to be human, he only gets twenty four hours and it's not like he can screw off from work once a week to take full advantage. The big bosses don't get weekends off.
So Jack is his human self, already unwinding for the evening in black silk pajamas and a robe of the kind he imagines Earthen kings of old wore. It's lined in fur and embroidered. He's also already halfway through the evening's first joint and first bottle of whiskey. But whatever, Rhys is here, and has apparently never heard of texting first. He has a footman or whatever the hell that particular rung of servants is called bring him in.
Only this time Rhys is led to Jack's personal tower, where he's relaxing in his own parlor, practically melting into his wing backed plush chair. And it's clearly his, there's a bust of himself on the mantle and the drapes and upholstery are black and gold. And the man himself, currently in the flesh rather chrome.]
Thought you weren't coming back, sunshine! You ever heard of the phone? Private network channel? You're butting into my me-time here.
[ Rhys lets himself be lead to the tower, arms crossed over his chest and fingers digging into his arms as he tries to keep himself composed and under control. He doesn't want another insident of him desperately guzzling back whatever Jack gives him. He doesn't want to seem desperate at all.
As he enters the room he's momentarily distracted by its level of opulence, eying the stupid statues, the overuse of gold, and answering Jack and his smart ass attitude before he actually stops and looks at him. ]
Okay, okay just-- shut up. And....uh.
[ He has to take his sunglasses off to make sure he's seeing things right. Sitting in the chair in front of him isn't the robot monstrosity he's come to expect but...him. The Jack, the one from all the posters. For all the time the two of them had spent together, Jack was never actually flesh and blood.
For a moment Rhys is dumbstruck, transported back to two years ago when he'd still been Jack's biggest fan. ]
Oh! Yeah! Did I forget to mention I bought myself a little perk? I can do this once a week. Like I said, it's my me-time.
[Jack grins. Oh it feels good to move his face. Sure, being a bot's got some definite advantages. But so does being a sack of meat.]
Just that one night a week I get to come home, kick off the old shoes, and then eat, drink, smoke, or snort whatever the frig I want! There's just some things the synthetic life can't quite emulate. I got a pizza lying around here somewhere, if you can still eat food-food.
[He waves a hand vaguely, not entirely sure where the leftovers have been left.]
[ Rhys swallows thickly, and it takes him a solid moment to gather his thoughts and respond. Because beside the sheer shock of actually seeing Handsome Jack, properly in the flesh, is his keen awareness of the smell of blood in the air, hot and cloying.
He breathes in sharply, his real eye dilating. ]
I...Look. This was a mistake. Again. Can I just-- can you just ask your guys to fix me the same as last time? I'll uh, I'll get out of your hair and let you get back to snorting frost mushrooms or whatever.
[Jack lifts one heavy eyebrow, tilting his head to give Rhys a skeptical look.]
Look at me. I'm in my pajamas. Do I look like a guy who's the least bit inclined to make you friggin dinner right now? Cuz I'm not. This is why ya gotta call ahead. Not to mention that you showing up just cuz you need something? Not cool, Rhys.
[He retrieves his smoldering joint from the ashtray on his side table, inhaling deeply to emphasize his point. He's relaxing. He's off the clock. He's not sending one of his guards to go murder Rhys a snack, especially when he's the one who'd have to prepare it.]
[ He takes a second to lean on the doorframe with one hand, runs a hand back through his hair. He can feel the sweat starting to prickle at the back of his neck but doesn't know if that's from the warmth of the fireplace or withdrawl. ]
Didn't one of your guys do it last time? Ask them.
[ He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself and his thoughts amidst the small but persistent voice reminding him there's a human filled with-- uhhhhgh-- blood right there. ]
Look, sorry for no forward notice but this is a last resort.
One of my guys killed a dude. I turned the dude into a smoothie for you. You think the dudes that guard my door know how to make people smoothies? They're just praying every night they don't end up one themselves!
[Jack throws up his hands, shaking his head. He does not need this annoyance. He really doesn't.]
Oh, yeah, that makes a guy really inclined to help, knowing he's a last resort. You're really bad at what getting what you want, kiddo. Ugh, alright, sit down while I decide how much of a pain in the ass this is gonna be.
Okay can you not- [ a harsh breath, both from the imagery of a dude being pulverized into a smoothie being disgusting but also how that makes him salivate a bit (and how THAT freaks him out to the point of wanting to throw up.) ] Don't say it like that.
[ It's followed by a sag of relief though, that Jack will help. He doesn't want to come off as desperate as he's feeling right now, but he really was running out of options.
He makes his way into the room proper, taking a seat in one of its smaller but still nicely plush chairs. Still sucks that Jack has all this luxury!! Unearned!! But he's too distracted by the stream of conscious, instinctual thoughts going on in his head right now, like a loud static he can think over but not ignore. ]
Oh no, don't do that. Don't be one of those candy for a heart, fluff for brains assholes that needs to pretend we don't eat parts of people.
[Jack fixes Rhys with a flat look.]
You're smarter than that and you're better than that. Besides...what even is your problem? You're a friggin vampire, like the one thing that can just snack on somebody without doing major damage.
[Arguably Jack can also feed without killing, but really, with how leaves victims, it's better to just off them than leave them a vegetable.]
[ His head snaps up, annoyed at the comment despite protesting that Jack not talk about the whole situation they're in bluntly. ]
I'm not candy hearted what the hell? It's just gross.
[ But any further protesting is cut short by Jacks next remark. It's stupid, and he'll admonish himself plenty for it when he's feeling better, but praise like that from Jack still hits. Still tightens his chest with a sense of giddy pride, even though it's quickly dampened. ]
He sighs audibly.
I know, I know. But there isn't exactly a-- a live donner club or anything where I can drop in and...y'know.
I dunno, probably. Before there was that whole poacher mess a while back there used to be sex clubs for monsters and humans to hook up. Not many of those left, though, at least not in Bavan.
[Jack shrugs. He's never looked into it that hard, he doesn't need clubs to find people to feed on or fuck. One or the other, he's not the type to combo the two. That's just weird.]
But just...do the whole vampire thing, sheesh. Smoldering look, some smooth words, come up from behind and just go for it. I swear, vampirism is wasted on you!
Ah-hah, I’m just not uh, I’m not really the kinda guy to do something like that y’know? And I don’t think most people are gonna react well to the question “can I suck your blood?” Even if I ask nicely.
[ It’s a consent thing, is what he’s getting at. He can’t just go up to strangers and steal their blood?
Sure Rhys has been involved in plenty of deaths, and probably plenty of mailings and disfigurement too but that was all hands off. Abstract. Ripping out someone’s throat with his teeth, or just biting someone till they bleed and again, stealing their blood, is not ]
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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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Date: 2021-10-19 03:40 am (UTC)Rhys gets horrible "torture dungeon" vibes as he enters the cage, and wonders if Jack has something like that in this place. Well, doesn't even wonder really, it's better to assume.
Thankfully the cage goes up, not down, and he's soon distracted from any medieval torture device thoughts as he takes in the suite, heading right for the bed with a goodnight wave over his shoulder to Jack. He doesn't want him to see how excited he is to sleep in a bed with sheets of a high thread count.
He could get used to this. He could. But he won't.
That's the equivelent thought process of a man saying "what are you gonna do? stab me?" when faced with a knife.
He lasts a month of low contact. Only speaking to Jack in passing, occasionally on the network, but keeps his interest low. And he is! He is disinterested. And he does a good job convincing himself of that right up to the evening the hunger begins to return.
He can recognize the feelings this time, catch them before he becomes a sweaty, incoherent mess. He tries to think of ways he can manage this without getting his hands directly dirty...but after a couple of days of being entirely too squeamish to just... just kill people straight on the hungers gotten worse and Rhys is left with few options.
So that's how he finds himself back at the castles entrance, once again waiting to be ushered in by Jack's staff. He's at least more composed this time; he still has his glasses on but the sun has set enough that he doesn't have to shield himself from it and he isn't completely disheveled, just twitchy. ]
C'mon...c'mon....
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Date: 2021-10-19 04:02 am (UTC)So Jack is his human self, already unwinding for the evening in black silk pajamas and a robe of the kind he imagines Earthen kings of old wore. It's lined in fur and embroidered. He's also already halfway through the evening's first joint and first bottle of whiskey. But whatever, Rhys is here, and has apparently never heard of texting first. He has a footman or whatever the hell that particular rung of servants is called bring him in.
Only this time Rhys is led to Jack's personal tower, where he's relaxing in his own parlor, practically melting into his wing backed plush chair. And it's clearly his, there's a bust of himself on the mantle and the drapes and upholstery are black and gold. And the man himself, currently in the flesh rather chrome.]
Thought you weren't coming back, sunshine! You ever heard of the phone? Private network channel? You're butting into my me-time here.
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Date: 2021-10-19 04:27 am (UTC)As he enters the room he's momentarily distracted by its level of opulence, eying the stupid statues, the overuse of gold, and answering Jack and his smart ass attitude before he actually stops and looks at him. ]
Okay, okay just-- shut up. And....uh.
[ He has to take his sunglasses off to make sure he's seeing things right. Sitting in the chair in front of him isn't the robot monstrosity he's come to expect but...him. The Jack, the one from all the posters. For all the time the two of them had spent together, Jack was never actually flesh and blood.
For a moment Rhys is dumbstruck, transported back to two years ago when he'd still been Jack's biggest fan. ]
I-- you--- you're..???
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Date: 2021-10-19 05:03 am (UTC)[Jack grins. Oh it feels good to move his face. Sure, being a bot's got some definite advantages. But so does being a sack of meat.]
Just that one night a week I get to come home, kick off the old shoes, and then eat, drink, smoke, or snort whatever the frig I want! There's just some things the synthetic life can't quite emulate. I got a pizza lying around here somewhere, if you can still eat food-food.
[He waves a hand vaguely, not entirely sure where the leftovers have been left.]
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Date: 2021-10-19 05:16 am (UTC)He breathes in sharply, his real eye dilating. ]
I...Look. This was a mistake. Again. Can I just-- can you just ask your guys to fix me the same as last time? I'll uh, I'll get out of your hair and let you get back to snorting frost mushrooms or whatever.
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Date: 2021-10-20 02:53 am (UTC)[Jack lifts one heavy eyebrow, tilting his head to give Rhys a skeptical look.]
Look at me. I'm in my pajamas. Do I look like a guy who's the least bit inclined to make you friggin dinner right now? Cuz I'm not. This is why ya gotta call ahead. Not to mention that you showing up just cuz you need something? Not cool, Rhys.
[He retrieves his smoldering joint from the ashtray on his side table, inhaling deeply to emphasize his point. He's relaxing. He's off the clock. He's not sending one of his guards to go murder Rhys a snack, especially when he's the one who'd have to prepare it.]
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Date: 2021-10-20 03:10 am (UTC)[ He takes a second to lean on the doorframe with one hand, runs a hand back through his hair. He can feel the sweat starting to prickle at the back of his neck but doesn't know if that's from the warmth of the fireplace or withdrawl. ]
Didn't one of your guys do it last time? Ask them.
[ He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself and his thoughts amidst the small but persistent voice reminding him there's a human filled with-- uhhhhgh-- blood right there. ]
Look, sorry for no forward notice but this is a last resort.
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Date: 2021-10-20 03:19 am (UTC)[Jack throws up his hands, shaking his head. He does not need this annoyance. He really doesn't.]
Oh, yeah, that makes a guy really inclined to help, knowing he's a last resort. You're really bad at what getting what you want, kiddo. Ugh, alright, sit down while I decide how much of a pain in the ass this is gonna be.
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Date: 2021-10-20 03:28 am (UTC)[ It's followed by a sag of relief though, that Jack will help. He doesn't want to come off as desperate as he's feeling right now, but he really was running out of options.
He makes his way into the room proper, taking a seat in one of its smaller but still nicely plush chairs. Still sucks that Jack has all this luxury!! Unearned!! But he's too distracted by the stream of conscious, instinctual thoughts going on in his head right now, like a loud static he can think over but not ignore. ]
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Date: 2021-10-20 04:29 pm (UTC)[Jack fixes Rhys with a flat look.]
You're smarter than that and you're better than that. Besides...what even is your problem? You're a friggin vampire, like the one thing that can just snack on somebody without doing major damage.
[Arguably Jack can also feed without killing, but really, with how leaves victims, it's better to just off them than leave them a vegetable.]
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Date: 2021-10-20 04:51 pm (UTC)I'm not candy hearted what the hell? It's just gross.
[ But any further protesting is cut short by Jacks next remark. It's stupid, and he'll admonish himself plenty for it when he's feeling better, but praise like that from Jack still hits. Still tightens his chest with a sense of giddy pride, even though it's quickly dampened. ]
He sighs audibly.
I know, I know. But there isn't exactly a-- a live donner club or anything where I can drop in and...y'know.
uh....is there?
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Date: 2021-10-21 02:59 am (UTC)[Jack shrugs. He's never looked into it that hard, he doesn't need clubs to find people to feed on or fuck. One or the other, he's not the type to combo the two. That's just weird.]
But just...do the whole vampire thing, sheesh. Smoldering look, some smooth words, come up from behind and just go for it. I swear, vampirism is wasted on you!
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Date: 2021-10-21 04:07 am (UTC)[ It’s a consent thing, is what he’s getting at. He can’t just go up to strangers and steal their blood?
Sure Rhys has been involved in plenty of deaths, and probably plenty of mailings and disfigurement too but that was all hands off. Abstract. Ripping out someone’s throat with his teeth, or just biting someone till they bleed and again, stealing their blood, is not ]
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