[ '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.
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.
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[ Because why else would Rhys be... doing some kind of ballet dancing rakk... thing...??
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Re-remember ripping out your cybernetics is an option!
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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. ]
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Day 382 [action-ish/for record of IC knowledge]