phaseshifter | IC Contact

[ The guy is running off a script. The script absolutely, positively does not include his tiny baby daughter slapping him upside the head with more force than a tyke should have.

So yeah, that about does it. The slap doesn't even make the injured man stagger, but he does abandon all efforts to pick her up and rubs his cheek, looking stunned. And hurt. ]

You hit me.

No, I - I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

[ She sounds slightly more scared and near-hysterical than she'd like, but whatever. Angel hops onto the very tips of her tippy-toes (which is really fucking hard when your feet are numb trUST ME) and quickly delivers a kiss to the injured cheek.

THERE, ALL BETTER. SURELY. ]

Sorry. It's just - you weren't listening, you have to sit down.

[ That almost, almost jerks him back into whatever memory he acting out, but not quite. Which means he's still confused as he backs away from Angel. Apparently still not in the mood for sitting down. ]

You're not my Angel, wh- Angel!

[ Part angry, part frantic, all a goddamn mess of a human being. He goes back to the bed, but that's just to sift through the blankets for a child that is not there. ]

Please, just settle down. Please?

[ Okay, appealing to invisidad isn't working. At all. Still, she gently puts a hand on his non-fucked arm and tries to steer him back to a sitting position. YEAH. ]

Or put Rhys on. [Is that the right phrasing to use here? WHATEVER.] Rhys? Rhys.

- what the hell is going on right now??

[ THAT WORKED! ]

-- where is she, what did you do to her?!

[ ...FOR ABOUT TWO SECONDS. SHIT.

He rips his cyber arm from its flimsy sling prison and grabs her with both hands, jerking her back and forth roughly. ]

No, no! It's me, look at me!

[ It's news to no one that Angel has been through a lot. She's not the type of person who scares easily. But a lifetime of isolation as dad's lil princess means that she has absolutely no experience of being handled roughly and it is frightening as all heck. ]

Please, don't - and - and be careful of your arm!

[ Not that she's too frightened to fuss over Rhys' condition. Be careful with that noodle ok geez ]

Don't lie to me!

[ There are few things more frightening than a missing child, and Jack handles the fear and rage by slamming this... mystery woman against the wall. Something he feels a twinge of shame for, which only intensifies as he catches sight of the arm in question.

A robot arm? ]

...I don't have a robot arm.

[ ... ]

I have a robot arm.

[ Welp. Being slammed into a wall is, shockingly, even scarier than being shaken. Not to mention the whole thing where Angel is physically pretty fucking frail and so she's completely winded by the impact. But hey, at least the slowly-encroaching numbness and her killer pain threshold are working in her favour and it doesn't really hurt! YAAYYYYYY.

She's not sure if Jack-slash-Rhys has come to his senses yet, but something is obviously sinking in. Time to try again. ]

Let me go, please.

[ Sounding calm and reasonable is really hard when you're shaking like a leaf, just fyi. ]

[ One more long, confused look into Angel's glowing eyes and everything comes crashing down around his/their ears. This isn't then, it's now, and he just smashed his daughter into a wall. He just mashed his best friend against a wall.

He's horrified. They're horrified. They're agreeing on a thing. Magical. Horrible.

They do let go of her, stumbling back drunkenly, so in sync that it's impossible to make independent movement. ]

Baby --

[ Tone shift -- ]

Oh my god, I'm sorry!

[ Oof. Relief hits from several directions at once - Rhys is back (maybe?), she isn't being threatened any more, everyone seems more lucid - ]

It's okay - you're okay? I'm sorry I hit you, I didn't know what to do and he - you, Iunno, you weren't listening!

[ Okayokay. If it's safe, then hugs are definitely happening. Unless Rhysdad dodges it but WHY WOULD ANYONE EVER. ]

[ He does back up from the hug, but not enough for it to be considered a proper dodge. The Jack in him legitimately has no idea how to react to what he did and is on the brink of shorting out.

After the failed mini-dodge he just sort of crumples into her arms bonelessly, which isn't good for broken ribs, but is good for broken hearted noodles.

It... might not be good for wee, tiny Angels, though. ]

[ YYYYYEAH YOU GOT THAT RIGHT. Wobbly buckly knees is go! ]

Whoa whoa Rhys heavy RHYS DAD WHICHEVER IUNNO YOU'RE GOING TO--

[ Make her fall on her ass. Which she promptly does.

There is still hugging though and THAT'S WHAT COUNTS ]

[ Well, add that to the list of stuff to apologize for once he's in his right mind(s). Hell, maybe he won't remember any of this. That'd be swell.

Floorhugging until one or both of them get sick of it. Yep. ]

The medicine isn't worth it.

Is so. I'm not even a little bit hurt! I promise.

Unless you meant - um, because I hit you, and then. That's your call.

[ Things are clearly better on the meds, at least on the pain front. And when he isn't vicodialing people he's sleeping comfortably, so. Yeah.

But... ]

You were scared, though.

Not much. It's always a little frightening when you don't know what's going on.

[ And when everything is rapidly turning to shit around you but shhhhhh shhhhhh ]

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