Hello! After a few days gone I'm back but sadly It's about 1 AM here and I'm heading to bed, so good night my pretties and I shall make my triumphant return tomorrow after an exhilarating week of adventure. Here's two old Rhyiona pictures to brighten your day/night/afternoon!
(Both were posted by @ABigBadWolf at the first few pages of the thread, I think. I'm seriously running out of Rhyiona content to post when I go to bed every night ;-;)
If you haven't read Strange love by clottedcurls (I may be mistaking in spelling), you should. The last chapter is breathtaking. I'm now a m… moreelted puddle of a Rhyiona fan... and you'll be too, soon.
Here lies pure happiness
You may need to scroll up, I messed up the link a bit.
Eyy, it's also 2 a.m. here and I still need to do some assignments. -dies a little inside-
So I'll be heading out (for about five hours) until I wake up again.
Also, I don't think I have any more right to talk about things being off-topic around here. I managed to talk about man-eating peanuts and end up in a threesome with @OfficialSheriffMaybe and @FionaDeWinters in addition to fangirling about Rhyiona. So I apologize for all the times I passive-aggressively scolded people for being off-topic.
And I will also honor Green's wishes and keep the off-topic to a minimum.
Before I embarrass myself further with my sleep-deprived rambling, I'll go ahead and take my leave for the night. So long and thanks for all the Rhyiona, everyone! You are all wonderful, beautiful people and I will see you tomorrow! Or...today, technically. SOON.
EDIT: It's 4 in the morning and I'm still not asleep. I'll be getting two hours of sleep guys. should i be worried or....
Eyy, it's also 2 a.m. here and I still need to do some assignments. -dies a little inside-
So I'll be heading out (for about five hours) … moreuntil I wake up again.
Also, I don't think I have any more right to talk about things being off-topic around here. I managed to talk about man-eating peanuts and end up in a threesome with @OfficialSheriffMaybe and @FionaDeWinters in addition to fangirling about Rhyiona. So I apologize for all the times I passive-aggressively scolded people for being off-topic.
And I will also honor Green's wishes and keep the off-topic to a minimum.
Before I embarrass myself further with my sleep-deprived rambling, I'll go ahead and take my leave for the night. So long and thanks for all the Rhyiona, everyone! You are all wonderful, beautiful people and I will see you tomorrow! Or...today, technically. SOON.
EDIT: It's 4 in the morning and I'm still not asleep. I'll be getting two hours of sleep guys. should i be worried or....
Next comment's a little something (okay yeah it's pretty long) I'm writing about an alternate version of what could've happened after the whole Gortys/rocket launcher thing. What if there was a choice right at that moment before it goes back into the present, like "go back to Hollow Point" or "search for Rhys"? Yeah, Helios is huge and they wouldn't realistically find him, but what if they did in Jack's office? I also like more realistic Rhyiona so hopefully I can somehow put that in here...if not, oh well. Still mainly about the relationship between Rhys and Fiona, so it fits here.
Pieces of the robot crashed around them, causing tremors throughout the valley. Dust filled the air, even more than it already had. Her hand gripped the core tighter. Fiona could hardly even see Sasha, though her sister was standing not three feet away. She coughed, vaguely wondering if she should really close her eyes, as she stared out over the chasm where the Traveler appeared. It was gone. The vault was gone.
And so was Gortys.
In just a matter of minutes, everything had ended.
Sasha looked over at her, her eyebrows scrunched behind the hand trying to shield her eyes. It was a wordless question, to which Fiona nodded. Together, they turned their backs to the valley and carefully—wordlessly—made their way back to the caravan. They stepped over the rocket launcher (murder weapon?), its red color still reaching through the dust. They passed the body of Finch, whose hand was pried open by Sasha to retrieve what was rightfully hers. They stepped over the uneven terrain until the caravan came into full view. And, stepping inside, they closed the door.
August was inside, perched in the driver's seat, working with a medical kit open in front of him. He didn't acknowledge the two as they entered. The sisters ignored him too, and simply sat down on two chairs, facing each other. Sasha pulled her goggles onto her neck, fingering the strap gently. She looked down at the ground. Fiona played with the core.
They stayed this way for several minutes. But then, August broke the silence.
"Well. This has been fun."
He slowly stood up, his hand clutching his side. He had bandaged his side poorly, the material bunching up in a few places. He didn't seem to notice.
"I wouldn't use those exact words," said Sasha. She stopped playing with her goggles and instead studied August. "That doesn't look great."
"Doesn't feel great, neither." He winced as he made his way down the steps, finally managing to sit in a seat nearer to the girls, allowing his head to loll against the backrest. He was facing away from them both. It was the seat Scooter had used to co-pilot Fiona, in a time that felt so long ago.
She didn't even want to think about Scooter. It still sent small pangs through her chest.
"How serious is it?"
"Not really sure. If I don't move, it's kinda okay."
Shouts sounded from outside the caravan. Fiona faintly realised that people had probably been shouting the entire time they were outside, yet she hadn't heard any of them in the moment. Adrenaline, she supposed. And beside the yelling outside, everything remained quiet between them all. Talking felt strange after everything that had happened.
August brought his hand away from the bandage, muttering a curse under his breath. He began to undo the bloody bandage around him, a fresh roll in his lap.
"No, no," Sasha said, jolted out of her reverie. "You're doing it wrong. If blood is soaking through, you just wrap another layer. No, that's wrong too, you're not spacing it—ugh, just let me do it."
"It's hard to wrap it, okay!?" he snapped.
"Yeah, that's why I'm helping."
She took the roll of gauze from August and had him lean forward as she bent down and wrapped it around his middle. After a few layers, she pinned it and stood straight.
"It's not a serious wound, in case you were wondering. You just wrapped it like shit. Wasn't tight at all."
August frowned at her, but nevertheless agreed. "Yeah."
Sasha crossed her arms, turning to stare out the front windshield at the orange-grey mess outside.
"It's getting better outside. There's not as many bandits, either. The caravan still seems to be okay, so it'll probably be safe to leave in a few." She paused. "Look at that giant, H-shaped...thing." Her voice was quiet. "It's all gone, Fi. What're we gonna do...what now?" She was the first to voice it, but it seemed to be the question on all three of their minds since entering the tiny space.
"Hollow Point, I guess," she replied. "What else is there, anyway?"
Sasha seemed to fidget, perhaps disappointed in the answer. She probably had hoped that Fiona would have a different idea—a better idea than simply going back to the usual. But she held her tongue. "...I guess you're right."
"Yeah," she said, emotionless. "I am."
"...I wish we'd gotten that vault."
"Yeah...whaddaya think was in it?"
"Millions of alien guns," Sasha laughed.
"Of course you'd hope it was that." Fiona smiled at her sister. "Always about the guns."
"Mhmm...what do you think was in it?"
"A diamond pony."
"A what!?" she laughed.
"You heard me. In fact, I think I can hear one clopping outside."
"Suuuuuure ya do, Fi. Actually, you should probably check it out—I mean, t-the outside part, not the...diamond horse part."
Fiona chuckled, and opened the door.
Stepping outside, she could see that the dust had cleared substantially—she could now see the entire valley fully...could see the mess of Hyperion tech scattered across the landscape. Whatever mood that had been lightened by Sasha was now jammed right back to melancholy at the bleak sight. The landscape was devoid of life; no bandits remained, aside from all the dead ones. No cute robots, either. All that remained was Helios, a pathetic sight in the distance, a smoking monument to everything which had gone wrong. How often had Fiona looked up at Elpis, wishing for an escape, and cursed that gaudy obstruction? How many times had she plotted with Sasha to finally get off this rock? And now, there was absolutely nothing. They had missed out on their ten million dollars, and now their hopes at ever opening a vault were gone too. It seemed as if any chance they got just slipped through their hands. Now it was nothing but rubble—rubble, and dead bodies, she supposed...and one diamond pony.
Smoke curled through the humid desert air. Stray bursts of electricity still intermittently pulsed throughout the space station. She thought about what had lead her to be standing here, to be staring out at this mess—a conman's fake vault key, a stupid idea; two idiots in stupid suits, who have no idea what they're doing, yet still manage to derail the plan; two floating pieces of metal (one grasped by an idiot), a rakk hive, an idiot's shoe, a cute robot; a plan coming together, days in the caravan, a trip off Pandora; an idiot who she'd last spoken to under a nearly-closed door on a crashing space station...an idiot who had caused said crashing space station.
Fiona still held her half of the core. It was the smaller half. She traced the section which was meant to be enveloped by its mate. She remembered when they'd pushed the button together, revealing the secret which had lead them on this journey for so long. This stupid, dangerous, fruitless...wonderful journey. All caused by a salaryman's ECHO eye and a still-wet fake vault key. Her eyes were drawn back to the remnants of Helios. Somewhere nearby was hopefully an idiot (maybe even both of the idiots!). She needed to thank somebody for the crazy ride, and the most likely location to find that somebody was standing—crumbling—directly in front of her.
Considering it again, Hollow Point was the last thing on her mind when Fiona thought of what was left for them. And for the first time since she landed back on Pandora, Fiona thought of only one person:
This little project has been collecting dust in my folder for too long now.. It's time to show it already! I'm not quite happy with these b… moreut I didn't want my drawings go to waste so..here it is! xD
Hi cinnamon roll! I'm sorry to tell you that I'm gonna eat you. I'm tired of eating electricity all the time and you look so yummy.
Oh-so yummy!
Okay bye! Omnomnomnomn!
huh?
omnomnomnom
what the?
OMNOMNOM!!
Why are you still here?
I said "omnomnom", you should be gone!
I SAID...
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMN!!
A big enthusiastic gasp
I ate it!!!! JAYY! WOOO!
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm YAM!
I thought that eating would be more satisfying than this..
I just felt like there was a lot of missed potential in the gap between the past and present. Like, you're tellin' me they searched so much for Rhysie yet never once found any sign of him? Riiiiiight. I love the thought of either Fiona or Vaughn finding his robo-arm and freaking out about it. Hah.
"Okay, it's my turn to drive!" Sasha's voice cut the air, and Rhys shuddered from his half-slumber.
"O-okay." He agreed, straightening hi… mores numb legs and crawling from the driver's seat. They were all tired, driving restlessly to Old Haven. It was not the physical tiredness, as the van was restored to be very comfortable. But the monotonous shifts of driving, the endless desert around, and the thoughts about Vallory and mysterious assasin woman still following them somewhere were enough to quench any optimistic notions.
And Jack, of course, Rhys thought bitterly as he slowly walked his way to the couch. He was turning crazy, and looking even more crazy to his friend. Friends, plural, as Rhys corrected himself with a faint smile. Fiona did acknowledge that before witnesses. That was not a small gain, he considered. Perhaps, there was still some hope left for the happy ending of their unimaginable adventure.
Rhys lay down, silently cursi… [view original content]
Hey guys! How are you today?
I'm going through the old pages now (started at 1310) and, wow, I gotta say: you guys are amazing!
I've r… moreead your speeches, they made me soo sad, but then, the posts with reactions to Ep5 started to show up and they cheered me up immiedetaly. I can't count how many times I laughed at loud.
I kinda wish I joined sooner, especially because I've been lurking this thread for such a long time, but was too shy to actually write something, especially in english. I still remeber myself after Ep1 when I didn' want to believe in Rhysha thing and was leaning towards Rhyiona. When I found this thread few days after it was created. After every episode I've been coming here to cheer myself up with your optimism and hope. I enjoyed the game much more knowing that there is a bunch of people who are like me, refusing to go with "possibly canon" at that time.
I don't know if I would get over the ending of this game witho… [view original content]
She thinks she might've gone mute for a few seconds.
It's either that or she knows this has to be some sort of hilariously twisted dream … more.
Rhys is right there, at her feet, and he's sweating so much she seriously worries, even amidst her own confusion, that he's gonna drop dead from dehydration soon. He's gritting his teeth and his expression is set on a frown and she's sure he's trying to keep what little of his cool he has left.
When she finally finds her voice again, she doesn't like how squeaky it ends up coming out.
"Co-come again?"
She's not expecting her own stuttering and it takes her by surprise as soon as it leaves her mouth. He doesn't expect it either, she can tell, because his expression quickly shifts to a mouth agape before he seemingly decides this is just the nudge he needs.
"I asked... crap, why you gotta make this even harder..." he whines and she almost pities him for a second.
Fiona still finds it in … [view original content]
So I have an idea,everyone say their real name so we could enforce our relationships a bit,we did this before in the Rhysha chat and it turned out to be good
I'll start by saying I'm Adam,nice to meet you too
Comments
Yes. Good.
We'll be waiting for you...
;-; cya later tho
Hello! After a few days gone I'm back but sadly It's about 1 AM here and I'm heading to bed, so good night my pretties and I shall make my triumphant return tomorrow after an exhilarating week of adventure. Here's two old Rhyiona pictures to brighten your day/night/afternoon!
(Both were posted by @ABigBadWolf at the first few pages of the thread, I think. I'm seriously running out of Rhyiona content to post when I go to bed every night ;-;)
Anyway, I'm heading to bed, until then.
...for the night
The same goes for you, too.
;>
Bags are inside. I'm ready to rumble.
No but seriously, this fanfiction was fantastic. I laughed so hard at the end. Thank you @OfficalSheriffMaybe
Thx side hoe #2
ATTENTION EVERYONE. FIVE COMMENTS ABOVE THIS IS A LINK TO AN EXCELLENT STORY THAT WILL MAKE YOU PROUD TO BE TEAM RHYIONA.
How's that?
HOLY CRAP I MADE UN-HUMAN LIKE NOISES WHILE READING THIS, IT WAS THAT GOOD. HOLLLLYYYYY CRAAAAAAAP ABHSADUIASBNFRE SO WONDERFUL.
Shots fired! XD
Eyy, it's also 2 a.m. here and I still need to do some assignments. -dies a little inside-
So I'll be heading out (for about five hours) until I wake up again.
Also, I don't think I have any more right to talk about things being off-topic around here. I managed to talk about man-eating peanuts and end up in a threesome with @OfficialSheriffMaybe and @FionaDeWinters in addition to fangirling about Rhyiona. So I apologize for all the times I passive-aggressively scolded people for being off-topic.
And I will also honor Green's wishes and keep the off-topic to a minimum.
Before I embarrass myself further with my sleep-deprived rambling, I'll go ahead and take my leave for the night. So long and thanks for all the Rhyiona, everyone! You are all wonderful, beautiful people and I will see you tomorrow! Or...today, technically. SOON.
EDIT: It's 4 in the morning and I'm still not asleep. I'll be getting two hours of sleep guys. should i be worried or....
Obviously everyone here belongs in the "quality" group.
bai side hoe #1 :^)
Good night, lover.
Next comment's a little something (okay yeah it's pretty long) I'm writing about an alternate version of what could've happened after the whole Gortys/rocket launcher thing. What if there was a choice right at that moment before it goes back into the present, like "go back to Hollow Point" or "search for Rhys"? Yeah, Helios is huge and they wouldn't realistically find him, but what if they did in Jack's office?
I also like more realistic Rhyiona so hopefully I can somehow put that in here...if not, oh well. Still mainly about the relationship between Rhys and Fiona, so it fits here.
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It was over.
Pieces of the robot crashed around them, causing tremors throughout the valley. Dust filled the air, even more than it already had. Her hand gripped the core tighter. Fiona could hardly even see Sasha, though her sister was standing not three feet away. She coughed, vaguely wondering if she should really close her eyes, as she stared out over the chasm where the Traveler appeared. It was gone. The vault was gone.
And so was Gortys.
In just a matter of minutes, everything had ended.
Sasha looked over at her, her eyebrows scrunched behind the hand trying to shield her eyes. It was a wordless question, to which Fiona nodded. Together, they turned their backs to the valley and carefully—wordlessly—made their way back to the caravan. They stepped over the rocket launcher (murder weapon?), its red color still reaching through the dust. They passed the body of Finch, whose hand was pried open by Sasha to retrieve what was rightfully hers. They stepped over the uneven terrain until the caravan came into full view. And, stepping inside, they closed the door.
August was inside, perched in the driver's seat, working with a medical kit open in front of him. He didn't acknowledge the two as they entered. The sisters ignored him too, and simply sat down on two chairs, facing each other. Sasha pulled her goggles onto her neck, fingering the strap gently. She looked down at the ground. Fiona played with the core.
They stayed this way for several minutes. But then, August broke the silence.
"Well. This has been fun."
He slowly stood up, his hand clutching his side. He had bandaged his side poorly, the material bunching up in a few places. He didn't seem to notice.
"I wouldn't use those exact words," said Sasha. She stopped playing with her goggles and instead studied August. "That doesn't look great."
"Doesn't feel great, neither." He winced as he made his way down the steps, finally managing to sit in a seat nearer to the girls, allowing his head to loll against the backrest. He was facing away from them both. It was the seat Scooter had used to co-pilot Fiona, in a time that felt so long ago.
She didn't even want to think about Scooter. It still sent small pangs through her chest.
"How serious is it?"
"Not really sure. If I don't move, it's kinda okay."
Shouts sounded from outside the caravan. Fiona faintly realised that people had probably been shouting the entire time they were outside, yet she hadn't heard any of them in the moment. Adrenaline, she supposed. And beside the yelling outside, everything remained quiet between them all. Talking felt strange after everything that had happened.
August brought his hand away from the bandage, muttering a curse under his breath. He began to undo the bloody bandage around him, a fresh roll in his lap.
"No, no," Sasha said, jolted out of her reverie. "You're doing it wrong. If blood is soaking through, you just wrap another layer. No, that's wrong too, you're not spacing it—ugh, just let me do it."
"It's hard to wrap it, okay!?" he snapped.
"Yeah, that's why I'm helping."
She took the roll of gauze from August and had him lean forward as she bent down and wrapped it around his middle. After a few layers, she pinned it and stood straight.
"It's not a serious wound, in case you were wondering. You just wrapped it like shit. Wasn't tight at all."
August frowned at her, but nevertheless agreed. "Yeah."
Sasha crossed her arms, turning to stare out the front windshield at the orange-grey mess outside.
"It's getting better outside. There's not as many bandits, either. The caravan still seems to be okay, so it'll probably be safe to leave in a few." She paused. "Look at that giant, H-shaped...thing." Her voice was quiet. "It's all gone, Fi. What're we gonna do...what now?" She was the first to voice it, but it seemed to be the question on all three of their minds since entering the tiny space.
"Hollow Point, I guess," she replied. "What else is there, anyway?"
Sasha seemed to fidget, perhaps disappointed in the answer. She probably had hoped that Fiona would have a different idea—a better idea than simply going back to the usual. But she held her tongue. "...I guess you're right."
"Yeah," she said, emotionless. "I am."
"...I wish we'd gotten that vault."
"Yeah...whaddaya think was in it?"
"Millions of alien guns," Sasha laughed.
"Of course you'd hope it was that." Fiona smiled at her sister. "Always about the guns."
"Mhmm...what do you think was in it?"
"A diamond pony."
"A what!?" she laughed.
"You heard me. In fact, I think I can hear one clopping outside."
"Suuuuuure ya do, Fi. Actually, you should probably check it out—I mean, t-the outside part, not the...diamond horse part."
Fiona chuckled, and opened the door.
Stepping outside, she could see that the dust had cleared substantially—she could now see the entire valley fully...could see the mess of Hyperion tech scattered across the landscape. Whatever mood that had been lightened by Sasha was now jammed right back to melancholy at the bleak sight. The landscape was devoid of life; no bandits remained, aside from all the dead ones. No cute robots, either. All that remained was Helios, a pathetic sight in the distance, a smoking monument to everything which had gone wrong. How often had Fiona looked up at Elpis, wishing for an escape, and cursed that gaudy obstruction? How many times had she plotted with Sasha to finally get off this rock? And now, there was absolutely nothing. They had missed out on their ten million dollars, and now their hopes at ever opening a vault were gone too. It seemed as if any chance they got just slipped through their hands. Now it was nothing but rubble—rubble, and dead bodies, she supposed...and one diamond pony.
Smoke curled through the humid desert air. Stray bursts of electricity still intermittently pulsed throughout the space station. She thought about what had lead her to be standing here, to be staring out at this mess—a conman's fake vault key, a stupid idea; two idiots in stupid suits, who have no idea what they're doing, yet still manage to derail the plan; two floating pieces of metal (one grasped by an idiot), a rakk hive, an idiot's shoe, a cute robot; a plan coming together, days in the caravan, a trip off Pandora; an idiot who she'd last spoken to under a nearly-closed door on a crashing space station...an idiot who had caused said crashing space station.
Fiona still held her half of the core. It was the smaller half. She traced the section which was meant to be enveloped by its mate. She remembered when they'd pushed the button together, revealing the secret which had lead them on this journey for so long. This stupid, dangerous, fruitless...wonderful journey. All caused by a salaryman's ECHO eye and a still-wet fake vault key. Her eyes were drawn back to the remnants of Helios. Somewhere nearby was hopefully an idiot (maybe even both of the idiots!). She needed to thank somebody for the crazy ride, and the most likely location to find that somebody was standing—crumbling—directly in front of her.
Considering it again, Hollow Point was the last thing on her mind when Fiona thought of what was left for them. And for the first time since she landed back on Pandora, Fiona thought of only one person:
Rhys.
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I.....
.....I can't.
There are no words.
This is absolutely gorgeous.
oh no I feel bad for her now ;-;
Gortys will never know the sweet sweet feeling of binge eating...
D'AAAAAAWWWWWWW
I just felt like there was a lot of missed potential in the gap between the past and present. Like, you're tellin' me they searched so much for Rhysie yet never once found any sign of him? Riiiiiight. I love the thought of either Fiona or Vaughn finding his robo-arm and freaking out about it. Hah.
I bet Rhys and Fiona are having a big pizza party somewhere in the universe, right now :^)
I think it's too late, for all of us now...
I know..it's such a terrifying idea. She will never experience the sweet taste of chocolate!! ;__; Now I also feel so bad for her..
I just replayed the whole game again and this is really good to read after, I really love the details you put into it ;w;
Drawing Rhyiona
I proclame myself your official Fiona, so...
, *she kisses her Rhysie deeply *
Life really is a mixed bag for robots
I just wanna say... Merry Christmas guys
only 52-53 days left :^)
Welcome aboard!
Yea I'm bringing the roasted duck :^)
Then I'll bring the snaps
IDK what to type that's not off-topic. If I type something about Rhyona lemons, it's gonna be considered off-topic.
Well Rhys is enthusiastic, and Fiona does like her white hat!
I didn't eat any
Rhys becomes a Jedi to impress Fiona but Order 66 gets executed
I'm Harry (real name Henry) nice to meet you
HEY!!
Anyone miss me? ... No :O
Did my Brother, Ray, miss me at all?! ...... No?
I was really busy.... I- I had no time I.... I, I....
Hey, guys. I'm back from school ^-^
How are you all today?
I'm a Potatoe, and I'm good