She lifts herself off the ground, drowsiness not quite getting to her like it should.
She glances around the room and notices her compani… moreons are in a deep slumber; she feels slightly envious for a second but an affection she would never admit to out loud stops her from really meaning it.
Silently, she heads outside the caravan, slipping her hat on in the process and sits down right at the edge, leaning back slightly to glance at the sky. The cool air hits her skin and she welcomes it, the breeze making her rub her arms to calm the goosebumps forming under her sleeves.
She doesn't know how long she's been sitting there thinking about nothing, perhaps everything, when she hears the door cringe slightly and sees a tall figure stepping outside to join her.
She doesn't talk when he sits down and he doesn't either. She knows he doesn't want to wake up her younger sister or his friend but she wonders if that's all there is to it. She won… [view original content]
YEAH, I KNOW. BUT I DON'T EVEN GET A MENTION FOR GIVING AND MAKING THE THREAD FOR 50 SHADES AND TALES FROM THE ATLAS COFFE SHOP? THOSE WERE BOTH MY IDEAS.
In Borderlands TPS, the unlockable loot for owning Tales has skins. Now, Timothy who is the pretty much Handsome Jack character has Rhys skins and Nisha has Fiona skins.
Guys/ Girls!
I got something that proves Rhyiona!
In Borderlands TPS, the unlockable loot for owning Tales has skins. Now, Timothy who… more is the pretty much Handsome Jack character has Rhys skins and Nisha has Fiona skins.
In Borderlands 2, Handsome Jack and Nisha date.
Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
I totally did not just read all 2.5k comments and fangirls whenever people agree with Rhyiona and get angry when people agree with Rhysha.
COUNT ME IN GUYS. xD
I was writing a wee bit about Rhys getting his cybernetic arm torn off by an alpha skag and the rest of the group freaking out. Fiona staunc… morehes the bleeding with her coat, Loader Bot flies them off to the mechanic that repaired him, and it leads to Rhys getting his silver arm from Gaige and everyone getting funky fresh new clothes. Y'know, 'cause of the blood 'n stuff.
I was writing a wee bit about Rhys getting his cybernetic arm torn off by an alpha skag and the rest of the group freaking out. Fiona staunches the bleeding with her coat, Loader Bot flies them off to the mechanic that repaired him, and it leads to Rhys getting his silver arm from Gaige and everyone getting funky fresh new clothes. Y'know, 'cause of the blood 'n stuff.
I was writing a wee bit about Rhys getting his cybernetic arm torn off by an alpha skag and the rest of the group freaking out. Fiona staunc… morehes the bleeding with her coat, Loader Bot flies them off to the mechanic that repaired him, and it leads to Rhys getting his silver arm from Gaige and everyone getting funky fresh new clothes. Y'know, 'cause of the blood 'n stuff.
...Is it bad if I want it this badly? Part of the fun is seeing my favourite characters experience unbelievable agony and torment as their loved ones look on in horror!
A bit about cybernetics. Not strong Rhyiona yet, but I'll try and drop some hints in if anyone shows interest in this.
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They're funny things, cybernetics. Installation is taken care of with some paperwork, waivers, and four months' worth of salary. Every nerve is synced to the appropriate wires during a two-hour surgery, and an optional week of physical therapy helps iron out the kinks. It's a relatively painless process, if you're not counting the bureaucracy (at least Vaughn had taken care of the pencil pushing). And at the end of the day, you get a nifty new eye and a fancy new limb, complete with greased joints and a shiny casing. "Hyperion Yellow" replaced pale flesh, and Rhys became a brand-new bionic man.
He had felt hardly any pain at all during the installation. The recovery was a breeze -- he didn't even need the physical therapy. He was strong, he was resilient. So why did it hurt so much to have it all taken away? Why was his blood all over the ground? Moreover, why the hell was he still conscious?
He should really be dead by now. He'd honestly rather prefer it at this point, because this was just ridiculous.
It had Rhys on the ground, one massive foreleg pressed down on his abdomen as it twisted and pulled at the precious arm like a chew toy. Mr. Robot had long lost connection to most of the wiring, and his mind's connection was quickly disappearing as well: all sense had been long forgotten as Rhys screamed, franticly clawing at whatever part of the beast he could reach in a valiant attempt to make it relinquish its grip on his robo-humerus. The outside port of his arm had already separated from his shoulder due to the beast's initial bite, leaving a bloody mess in its wake; now, the centre arm support was pulling away from the nerves and bone it was connected to -- very painfully, he might add. Every movement of the creature's thrashing mouth sent another punch of needles into his nervous system. A particularly bad twinge sent his screaming into delirium, and he could finally feel his consciousness beginning to fade.
"Rhys!"
The desperation in her voice seemed strange and distant. He could barely hear her over the growling of the alpha skag currently gnawing its way through shiny metal. No, no, she couldn't be here, he was alone when this nightmare popped up. Everything was throbbing in and out of focus. He must be hearing things, too. That's what happens to dying people, right? He was dying, based on the amount of blood spurting forth from his arm-hole, so he better get used to the idea. Here lies Rhys. Epithet: eaten by a skag. What a way to go.
A sniper shot cracked through the air. The skag's body shuddered with the force, then fell off to the side with a monstrous thud. He was just conscious enough to feel a final tug on his scapula as the arm detached completely, still held firmly in the creature's mouth. The last thing Rhys saw before he passed out was Vaughn's hysterical face hovering directly above his.
The last thing he heard, however, was "HOLY SHIT."
Comments
You make me want to write something really serious with that Handsome Jack controlling Rhys ;.; so tempted but gotta work on something else.
Maybe you can have time later. Or you could write it by parts if you're planning on making it long.
Thanks maybe I will sometime ^^
I hope you're in luck and find time!
I kinda like the serious ones more. They feel alot more heartful
Well, since you have not responded, I'll tell you.
That's David and Goliath. And we all know who won.
What can I say? I love your fanfics.
I'll keep that in mind for the next one.
I'm really glad, it motivates me to keep writing.
Well then...
It's only natural for such an amazing thread.
Even though I don't ship it, I must agree.
YEAH, I KNOW. BUT I DON'T EVEN GET A MENTION FOR GIVING AND MAKING THE THREAD FOR 50 SHADES AND TALES FROM THE ATLAS COFFE SHOP? THOSE WERE BOTH MY IDEAS.
I never get noticed......
Updating for @wwrstvo0 and @Liscariot.
If I forgot you in any of the pictures, I´m really, really sorry; just inform me and I´ll fix it.
Sure thing, give me a minute.
EDIT: Done.
Can you update my picture? ;3
Guys/ Girls!
I got something that proves Rhyiona!
In Borderlands TPS, the unlockable loot for owning Tales has skins. Now, Timothy who is the pretty much Handsome Jack character has Rhys skins and Nisha has Fiona skins.
In Borderlands 2, Handsome Jack and Nisha date.
Coincidence? I THINK NOT!
I totally did not just read all 2.5k comments and fangirls whenever people agree with Rhyiona and get angry when people agree with Rhysha.
COUNT ME IN GUYS. xD
Welcome! Do you want to be added to the group pictures?
Oh hell yeah I do! Thanks Mr. Wolfie!
Haha, that´s an adorable nickname!
Will add you ASAP.
You´re in, buddy! Welcome to the team.
And then he wonders why Rhys and Fiona don´t let him babysit anymore.
Thanks!
Have fun!
Sure do!
Jack you meanie
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We should really make a family tree of Rhys and Fiona Jack the grandpa and the kids xD
That´s actually a pretty cool idea, we need to look into that.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Oh, I think Rhys is going to get his arm ripped off really badly aswell ;3
I was writing a wee bit about Rhys getting his cybernetic arm torn off by an alpha skag and the rest of the group freaking out. Fiona staunches the bleeding with her coat, Loader Bot flies them off to the mechanic that repaired him, and it leads to Rhys getting his silver arm from Gaige and everyone getting funky fresh new clothes. Y'know, 'cause of the blood 'n stuff.
That sounds really cool, actually, go for it!
...Is it bad if I want it this badly? Part of the fun is seeing my favourite characters experience unbelievable agony and torment as their loved ones look on in horror!
Brother Loader Bot and Baby Metal Ball xD
Truly the best family that ever existed!
A bit about cybernetics. Not strong Rhyiona yet, but I'll try and drop some hints in if anyone shows interest in this.
~\-=|=-/~
They're funny things, cybernetics. Installation is taken care of with some paperwork, waivers, and four months' worth of salary. Every nerve is synced to the appropriate wires during a two-hour surgery, and an optional week of physical therapy helps iron out the kinks. It's a relatively painless process, if you're not counting the bureaucracy (at least Vaughn had taken care of the pencil pushing). And at the end of the day, you get a nifty new eye and a fancy new limb, complete with greased joints and a shiny casing. "Hyperion Yellow" replaced pale flesh, and Rhys became a brand-new bionic man.
He had felt hardly any pain at all during the installation. The recovery was a breeze -- he didn't even need the physical therapy. He was strong, he was resilient. So why did it hurt so much to have it all taken away? Why was his blood all over the ground? Moreover, why the hell was he still conscious?
He should really be dead by now. He'd honestly rather prefer it at this point, because this was just ridiculous.
It had Rhys on the ground, one massive foreleg pressed down on his abdomen as it twisted and pulled at the precious arm like a chew toy. Mr. Robot had long lost connection to most of the wiring, and his mind's connection was quickly disappearing as well: all sense had been long forgotten as Rhys screamed, franticly clawing at whatever part of the beast he could reach in a valiant attempt to make it relinquish its grip on his robo-humerus. The outside port of his arm had already separated from his shoulder due to the beast's initial bite, leaving a bloody mess in its wake; now, the centre arm support was pulling away from the nerves and bone it was connected to -- very painfully, he might add. Every movement of the creature's thrashing mouth sent another punch of needles into his nervous system. A particularly bad twinge sent his screaming into delirium, and he could finally feel his consciousness beginning to fade.
"Rhys!"
The desperation in her voice seemed strange and distant. He could barely hear her over the growling of the alpha skag currently gnawing its way through shiny metal. No, no, she couldn't be here, he was alone when this nightmare popped up. Everything was throbbing in and out of focus. He must be hearing things, too. That's what happens to dying people, right? He was dying, based on the amount of blood spurting forth from his arm-hole, so he better get used to the idea. Here lies Rhys. Epithet: eaten by a skag. What a way to go.
A sniper shot cracked through the air. The skag's body shuddered with the force, then fell off to the side with a monstrous thud. He was just conscious enough to feel a final tug on his scapula as the arm detached completely, still held firmly in the creature's mouth. The last thing Rhys saw before he passed out was Vaughn's hysterical face hovering directly above his.
The last thing he heard, however, was "HOLY SHIT."
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