IC Contact - Snowblind

[phaseshifter]

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[phaseshifter]

Uh...?

[ For once, words are failing her. Just... not the same way they're failing Rhys. U wot, m8? ]

Sorry, I'm not -- [Is he trying to tell her something without Jack hearing?] -- uh. Slower? Maybe?

[headjacked]

[ He mouths the words slower, then frantically points at his mouth, then throat, before throwing both hands up in confusion. What, did his price kick in now? Revivals are taking longer, maybe there are a lot of glitches in the Matrix and this is the newest.

Jack, however, isn't too sure. He slides back into Rhys' line of sight, uncrossing his arms and raising a weird, holographic-masky-eyebrow.

'Is this your way of mocking me, c-cause I gotta be honest -- this is making you look way, waaaaaay worse than me. Knock it off.' ]

-- alk! I -- wait, wh...? What just -- ??

[ Well.

Color Jack interested. ]

[phaseshifter]

W...hat's going on?

[ Angel doesn't know what's up with this weird little pantomime, but she doesn't like it. At all. Especially since it's happening immediately after Douchelord McBlue showed up. ]

Is he doing something to you? Did the admin give him his control back??

[headjacked]

No, I don't think it's that, but --

[ There are dots here, scattershot and he's so so so tired, but even so there's the barest hint of connection started.

Too bad Jack doesn't get tired. Jack's fresh as a fucking daisy, and he just needs another little test.

'Spin three times and do your best rakk impression'.

Immediately, he spins x3,, and then... if Angel thought it was confusing before, well, now he's flapping his arms and screeching in a vaguely familiar way. His rakk impression ain't half bad. ]

[phaseshifter]

...He is doing something to you.

[ Because why else would Rhys be... doing some kind of ballet dancing rakk... thing...??

?????????

????????????????????????? ]

Re-remember ripping out your cybernetics is an option!

[headjacked]

[ 'Say goodbye to Angel, Rhysie-bud. And only goodbye - we can't spoil the surprise! No more little dances or anything like that either, kiddo. No doing or saying anything that'll give it away.'

The dancing/rakk mating dance ritual/whatever that was supposed to be stops, extremely abruptly, with Rhys' arms falling to his side. ]

Goodbye, Angel.

[ It's his voice, his voice, thick with panic but all him.

Then the feed cuts and he's gone. ]

[phaseshifter]

Rhys?

[phaseshifter]

Rhys?

[phaseshifter]

If you get this you should let Jack know that one day I'm going to get my powers back and I'm going to fre-- fucking phaseshift his face into a literal asshole.

Day 382 [action-ish/for record of IC knowledge]

[warriorscribe]

[A day later, shortly after he gives Rhys this innately-doomed order, Enoch quietly gets Angel's attention to confirm that's more or less exactly what's going on.]