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@acrophobicdouble​ "Bark? Because wood?" :)

“I’ll give you one chance to try again.”

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Tim is staring, he is staring so very hard at the ears. He wants to pet, he wants to but knows that is a very very bad idea. You cant just pet your friends out of nowhere! Especially not after seeing them in forever! "Heeeey Nick. Sooooo... how've you been." he is so not being subtle about staring at the ears.

Unfortunately for Timothy, he's getting an experience with a double himself (in a way).

Nicholas can feel him staring, hackles rising in apprehension. Part of him wishes he had the Punisher handy, but at least there's his pistol if he needs it.

"....Do I KNOW you?" He growls, uneasy.

[pyramultimuse]

Jack was glad that the other agreed to his idea of moving to a better location. A nod of agreement followed the statement about caves. A cave might be safe from bandits but not the creatures that lurked inside.

"If you want me to stick around then I gotta do my part to look after you and our ugly baby." That baby being their skag. Jack always protested about liking the animal but was often found giving Skittles plenty of pets and letting her rest her head on his lap whenever they sat together. "Is dinner ready?" Not that he was excited for Rakk stew but it wasn't like there were other options where they lived.

He looked around the room at Jack's words and he really did have to agree. He could be as optimistic as he wanted about their situation but they had zero security outside of Skittles and their own guns. He sat the ladle down with a soft sigh, turning his back to the counter as he looked over at their cot... which he was realizing Jack would have until that wound healed... Yeah maybe it was time to move. "I... Guess you have a good point. We don't exactly have the best place but it's not like we can be picky. I'm honestly glad we're not squatting in a cave." He pointed out, Pandora wasn't exactly kind to its inhabitants especially ex-Hyperions... With faces like Handsome Jack. He found himself silently wishing they could leave this hell hole... What then though? Would they part ways? Hard to imagine leaving Jack's side after twelve years.

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6. Mun has to say something nice about themselves <3

Munday

No! NO! I was tricked!!

Officer, I didn't see this as an OPTION!!!!

I can't Uno reverse....

Uhhhh.......I like my writing...? It's something I work very hard at and it's one of my favorite things.

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[FOOTPRINTS | 🦶] - Rhys

Soulmates [FOOTPRINTS | 🦶] Your soulmates leave coloured footprints only you can see.

Ever since he started working on Helios he had seen them. At first he thought he was going crazy. It wouldn't be the first time something weird like that happened. Maybe his echo-eye was malfunctioning or he just didn't have enough sleep. Thankfully his buddy Vaughn reminded him about soulmates.

It was said that when you see colored footprints they would lead to the one you were meant to be with. Honestly, Rhys didn't buy into the whole soulmate thing at first. It was weird and he didn't want to by into superstition.

But the longer he worked on Helios, the more he saw of those footprints. He tried following them one day, but found himself heading towards Handsome Jack's office and, as much as he'd love to see that man in person, he did not have the skills to go anywhere near that man's office. He'd be airlocked or shot immediately.

One day he was heading the the Hub of Helios for some lunch. He was supposed to meet up with Vaughn, but he was distracted by the distinctly pink footprints of his supposed soulmate. Maybe this time he'd have them.

He followed the pink steps through the halls to some back storage closet down a random hallway. He did not think this far ahead if he had found the person those prints belonged to, but here he was. He stood outside of the closet, staring at it intently for a moment before he reached a hand out to the keypad to open it.

Surprisingly it did slide open, though who he found inside startled the company man. The face staring at him was none other than HANDSOME JACK! He yelped, "S-Sorry! Wrong closet!" And quickly closed the door.

Fuck! He was dead, he was SO dead! Turn and walk away. Pretend it didn't happen. Yea...yea, that's it!

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[FLOWERS | 🌸] - Wilhelm

Soulmates [FLOWERS | 🌸] Flowers bloom on your skin whenever your soulmate is nearby. This stops when you touch your soulmate for the first time.

Wilhelm had never believed in soulmates. He had no reason to, especially with the way that seemed to work. Flowers growing on your skin? It was the most ridiculous sounding thing he'd ever heard of. Even if he had witnessed it happen to countless people around him, he firmly believed that his degenerative disease broke him, leaving him unable to have this feature. That he would never have a soulmate.

He was getting up there in years, which made it even less likely to be a thing that would happen. So, with this idea in mind, he was honestly surprised when he was introduced to Jack's body double. The man looked like Jack, but his real name was Timothy Lawrence.

Nisha laughed when the white flowers started to grow from his exposed skin. Soft and delicate petals, something unfitting to the harsh man they were attached to.

He didn't say a word. He just walked out of the room, Nisha's laughter still echoing behind him.

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“Stop moving, it’ll only make it hurt more” - Rhys

The Injured and The Healer

He had cut open his leg pretty badly and he may or may not be freaking out a little bit. The CEO was not much of a fighter, and yet, here he was, checking on his men in an active warzone. "Ow, owww! Careful with those hands!" The guy was squeezing just a little too tightly.

Was it to stop the bleeding?

Well YES, but hell it hurt!

"Do you even know what you're -- do...ing....!?"

Eyes widened as he stared at the figure, getting flashbacks to a certain AI. Was he seeing things? Handsome Jack was fixing his leg! He lost all train of thought, his mind going completely blank as he stared at him.

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“I-I’m fine.  Just a flesh wound or okay a few flesh wounds” - Wilhelm

The Injured and The Healer

Wilhelm ignored Tim and his assertions that he was fine. He clearly was not fine. He was bleeding and that was something that annoyed the bigger man. He was quite fond of Tim. There was nothing he wouldn't do for him, and that was saying a lot since Wilhelm was very self-centric a lot of the time.

"Hold still," he grunted, trying to push up Tim's shirt so he could get a good look at the injuries. He could do a quick patch job, but Tim would need a doctor. He'd have to head to Atlas HQ for that....

"Can you move?" Or maybe he should carry him anyway...

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Tim wanted to keep it hidden, he didn’t want to acknowledge just how bad he’d messed up moments ago. Some stupid Maliwan asshole got lucky and popped his shield before he could take them out. Electricity was a bullshit element to use when he wasn’t the one using it damn it. Now Wil was worried and he looked like an incompetent idiot in front of him.

Was it so bad that he had wanted to show he could actually handle himself now??? It didn’t really matter, here he was hurt and leaning on Wil as he patched him up… He looked down to the skag circling them both worried as Tim grunted in pain. gritting his teeth as the belt was fastened tight to him. He reached out to give the girl a little pat on the head to tell her it was fine. He was fine.

Sadly being distracted by the skag meant he wasn’t ready for whatever his cyborg friend here had in mind. He let out a long shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding before a very unmanly yelp left him as he was scooped up. His cheeks heating up a bright red as he looked up to Wilhelm. “I-I’m fine really! I can walk, Wil. It’s not that bad.”

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“You’ll make it worse...” he grunted, carrying him along. He focused on moving forward, eyes scanning for anymore enemies as they headed back to Atlas HQ. When they were nearing an outpost he knew Maliwan had been trying to take, Wilhelm decided to duck into some buildings and take the back alleys as a short cut. He was sure to keep the skag following them. Couldn’t let Tim’s pet get hurt now.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned him. Even if Tim didn’t think he was that hurt. He knew the other didn’t like blood, and there was a lot coming from the wound. He wouldn’t want him to faint. That could cause more issues later. “Almost there...”

It was a few more blocks, but soon enough they were coming up on Atlas HQ. He carried him past the soldiers and straight to medical, where he’d be quickly looked after by the staff. Even if he didn’t have to remain there, Wilhelm quietly stood outside of the room like a sentry. Besides, someone had to watch the skag...

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Tim tried to continue protesting that he was fine, he’d had much worse than this but then Wil was already looking and- alright maybe it was worse than he thought. He still wanted to say he was fine, that Wilhelm shouldn’t worry about him. He did deflate a bit in defeat realizing he wasn’t going to out stubborn Wilhelm- hell he doubted anyone could do that. “I can move, Wil. Really it’s not that bad.” He insisted still, trying to push his shirt back down and hide how bad it was. Out of sight out of mind… Well he could still see the blood… that was bad. Still!! He was fine! A few bullet holes wouldn’t be the death of him… They just hurt a bit...

He reached out to grab the hand that Tim was using to pull down his shirt. He wasn’t harsh, but he did move the arm away and pulled his shirt back up. There was a low growl from the man’s throat, an indication for him to stop his nonsense. 

He put pressure on the injury, ripping part of his own shirt for some semblance of bandages. He pressed them tight and then leaned up so he could remove his belt. He carefully wrapped it around Tim and hooked it tight to apply pressure to the wound. Wilhelm decided he wasn’t letting Tim stand on his own. It would just cause more problems. So the big soldier stood up, lifting Tim into his arms and holding him close in a bridal-style manner and started walking.

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Featuring Rem and Tesla

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What kind of herb are you?

Muse: Rhys Strongfork

Garlic

You leave an impression wherever you go. Your heart is so strong, so determined, so willing to go after whatever hole you see in the world, whatever wound you need to fix next. You're there. You're justice, hot red and pure gold, fairness incarnate, a paladin in shining armor come to protect and cleanse and heal and yet sometimes you wonder if you're the most corrupt, dirty being in the world, a fraud, a monster in hero's clothing. The world is so intense and you are so small, so fragile, and no matter how hard you try you're never good enough. You want to be good. You want to be good enough. You try so hard and yet the world is so dark and angry and cruel. Perfection is always just out of reach and you want things to be okay so bad you bleed with it. You just want things to be right, to be good, to be fair, but you don't know if they ever can be. If you can ever be.

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He’d know that face anywhere! After all, the man who it belonged to had only been his idol for YEARS. This was Jack. This was Handsome Jack and he was -- helping him? Something about this scenario made Rhys want to believe he had hit his head really hard when he fell. He had to be seeing things, right?

Someone else was here. Someone else was helping him and he was just seeing Handsome Jack for reasons!

“Uhh....” he blinked, trying to make the Jack image disappear, “...Y-You look like -- you’re...Wow. I must be dreaming. Did I die and go to heaven?” He looked around, yelping when one of Maliwan’s familiar ships flew overhead nearby and he heard an explosion. Nope, not a dream.

Rhys tried to push himself up, reaching forward to the person then to feel that face. It had to be fake. Once he touched and played with it, it would fade! Yes, definitely. But as he grabbed hold of Tim’s face, tugging on his cheeks and everything, he quickly realized this was not a fake. “Oh..fuck...!” he cursed, eyes widening, “Y-You’re Handsome Jack. You...are..oh..I...” He swayed for a moment before his eyes rolled back and he fell back against the debris, effectively fainting at the sight of Tim.

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He had been doing his best to avoid the Atlas and Maliwan forces since his arrival on Promethea, he didn't really have much interest in getting himself involved with corporations again if at all possible. Sure he'd help shoot some Maliwan soldiers if it really came to it but... Well he hoped it didn't. He was tryign to quickly make his way through the city to scavenge for anything useful when he spotted Rhys. The last thing he had expected to see was some well dressed dude falling near one of the skirmishes, what was a guy like him even doing out here?

With a soft curse Tim was sprinting to the guys side before he could stop himself, he tugged the guy into cover before tending to the leg. Right it didn't look too bad, he just needed to stop the bleeding and then he could help the guy someplace safer than here. "Sorry, I know it hurts but I gotta stop the bleeding." He really did mean it as he used his free hand to dig through his bag for something to wrap the wound in.

He didn't notice right away the guys staring, the way he trailed off was odd but he just assumed it was the shock of the situation settling in. It wasn't until he tugged out a shirt and went to rip it with his teeth that he realized he was staring. His first thought was that he'd been recognized. That couldn't be right, right? No one on Promethea would- well Jack was popular sure but.... No, no it had been years since his death the mans reputation had to have faded too much for Tim to instantly be recognized right? He had to just be in shock.

"It's going to be alright, okay? Just try to hold still while I bandage your leg, alright? Then we'll get out of here."

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Of course it wouldn’t be as easy as just walking away. He was halfway down the hall when the other called after him. He couldn’t exactly ignore the guy either. This was the damn CEO of Hyperion, after all! His face was flushed red as he stopped in his tracks, taking a few deep breaths. Ok, focus Rhys. Focus!

He turned around and gave as pleasant of a smile as he could without looking absolutely horrified. “Y-Yes? Handsome Jack, sir? Ahh...I-I’m sorry, I did not mean to barge in -- I was just -- I needed to...” There was no good answer he could give, especially if the other saw footprints too. That was how this worked after all. His soulmate would be able to see his footprints, which would indicate a specific reason for him to be trying to get into the closet.

Rhys cleared his throat, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. It felt like it would burst from his chest at any moment. “L-Look, sir...I just...T-There were footprints. I was just...trying to figure out who they belonged to. B-Because that person would be my soulmate...”

And God he never thought it would be his hero.

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Tim first saw the footprints a few years after Jack became CEO. He never really thought he'd see a trail of foot prints for him. Did he hope or dream about it? Yes! Of course he did, especially on rough nights after a long day of being Handsome Jack, dreaming of someone coming to rescue him from... this... However when he finally actually saw them, his heart dropped. He had a soulmate here on Helios. Someone who worked for Hyperion just like him... Someone Jack could easily just kill on a whim.

The disappointment had hurt that day and he'd wound up hiding away crying in his apartment until he was called out for a job. He did his best ever since to just avoid them, any time he saw that colorful glow he would swerve and head to a different area of the station, preferably high clearance areas he couldn't be followed.

It worked for a long time, he avoided the other as best he could without knowing who they were. It was just safer for them this way in Tim's mind. That said it didn't mean he was happy, far from it really... He would hide when he could to just get a minute to himself without his stupid front he had to keep up. He felt so unseen while at the time far too known. It was horrible.

When Tim was too overwhelmed he'd head to the least populated areas... and when he couldn't make it there he would just hide in the closest empty room. Today that was a closet.

He was leaning on the wall just holding his face and doing his best to calm himself. Just recenter yourself Tim, then go about your... Overly charismatic and cruel day. The thought didn't help and he let out a shaky breath.... when the closet open. He looked up horrified at being caught, afraid someone saw him weak and borderline crying. The fear had him rush towards the door as it slammed, a loud thud and a groan as he hit it before scrambling to open it.

"Wait! W-wait wait hold on a sec!" He called out as the door slid open and followed the man out. "Hey I- I.... Fuck..." He deflated as soon as he noticed the footprints, the bright blue taunting him as he could only stare at them in horror before his eyes turned to Rhys himself. He'd been so careful not to be found, why did they have to meet like this?

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Wolfwood frowned, eyes hardening further behind the shades.

"Mind tellin' me how ya know my name? Pretty sure I'd remember a face like that." He gestured to... whatever it was the man had going on with his face, posture closed. Defensive. While the Wolfwood he would be used to was dangerous in his own right, the wildness in him had still been domesticated to a fair point- mostly by Vash.

This one was all wolf.

"Well?"

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Tim is smiling up to the point Nick asks if he knows him. He had no idea there was another Wolfwood around, he'd blame vault if he had known but for now he just sort of deflates looking hurt. It had been awhile since they last spoke yeah, but Nick couldn't have forgotten him right???

"C-come on Nick, don't joke like that." He had to know how insecure Tim was about himself as a person, how horrified he was of being forgotten and vanishing... Right? This wasn't a funny joke, he hoped just admittign that would have Nick drop the... act... Though looking at him he looked... smaller? Was that part of the cat thing? "... It's really not funny."

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He had been wandering for a few days...maybe a week now? He wasn’t quite sure as his concept of time was off. His memory was fuzzy and his head ached from whatever had happened. In Nai’s mind, he believed that the ships had only just crashed on this planet. He was not sure how it happened, but he had been on the search for Vash and Rem ever since he woke up. Part of him feared they were both dead, and that he was all alone on this wasteland of a planet.

The wreckage he wandered from was strange, looking like a destroyed ship, but also different in a way. He tried not to think too much about the destroyed area as he wandered away from it. He was hoping to find someone else alive, but the more he walked, the more he doubted he would.

Everything was so confusing. He couldn’t think straight. His mind was racing at the idea that his brother was dead. He did catch himself crying off and on over the few days of travel. Why was he even still walking? If Vash was dead, then what was the point?!

Suns beating down harshly on the planet, and Nai felt himself getting weaker with exhaustion. He barely heard a voice as he collapsed forward into the sand. That was it. This was the end. Maybe he’d see Vash again. He was starting to close his eyes, accept his fate, but the voice calling to him, the sound of footsteps, had him tiredly looking up. He didn’t recognize the stranger, but Tim would get no response as he blacked out from exhaustion.

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He hadn't thought it was possible to find himself somewhere worse than Pandora. He wasn't ever fond of space flight, so of course fate being the fickle bitch it was and having such a lovely way of hating specifically him allowed something to hit his ship. What? He had no clue, the beam of energy wasn't like anything he had ever experienced and he was just happy it hadn't been a direct hit... that said the damn engine gave out fast, he was just lucky he could emergency land on the nearest planet.

The place was a wasteland, he wasn't sure if any intelligent life would be here... Which was bad, no spare parts and little chance of fixing the engine without new parts... Well he was good as stranded. Gathering what little optimism he could in the situation Tim started to scout near his ship in hopes of finding a town or at least a source of water. This went on for a few days he would scout with skittles and return to the ship disappointed. Today he went a bit farther than normal, he found a few bugs which he avoided like the plague but otherwise... Nothing.

He was just about ready to turn back for the day giving up on any hope of finding anything useful when he noticed something moving. Well something wasn't right, it was more like a someone. His heart leapt at the idea of finding civilization on the planet finally. Maybe this person knew where a town was! He'd settle on a source of food or water if nothing else.

It didn't take much to urge him forward, the double hurrying towards the figure only to realize the closer he got that it was... a kid? His heart dropped as he scanned the horizon. "Hey! Hey are you alright?" Why was a kid wandering the desert? Where did they come from?

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Jack frowned at how he started the other, Tim could be so skiddish especially when lost in thought and not paying attention to his surroundings. He also felt bad that Tim had to pick up his slack now, they would split the few chores and took turns scavenging. With his injury the older male felt pretty useless.

"Come on, it's pretty bad. If bandits or vault hunters rolled up on us bullets would tear through this place like it was made of paper." Jack said gesturing to their one room home. One cot they'd alternate sleeping from that and the ragged couch. "We shit in an outhouse and shower with a hose. If we're going to live I think we need to start making our way back up rather than just struggling to survive."

Tim was trying to just distract himself from the earlier conversation, he wasn't a bad cook... Honestly he'd pride himself and say he was a damn good one. If they weren't stuck on Pandora he could proudly brag and prove this fact but... well as it stood they were limited to what they could hunt or scavenge. So for the third time in the past week he was mak8ing a rakk stew... not the best but hey it was food!

He really didn't need to doctor it as much as he was, just standing at the stove and stirring it lost in thought... well until Jack spoke and he nearly dropped the ladle he was using into the pot. He looked to the man with wide eyes after a very unfortunate display of fumbling with his ladle and probably not yelping. No, totally didn't just yelp. He wasn't blushing at just how embarrassed he was from the reaction either. Nope. Totally normal.

"R-right, yeah I'll be sure to check. Just take it easy for now, I'll take care of your half of the work until you're better." He assured him feelign a little bad, had Jack asked for a drink and he hadn't heard?... He was about to return to his little soup mix when he mentioned the place. "I... Are you sure?"

"The shack isn't that bad..." He didn't want to force Jack back somewhere like that. He knew the man had his own demons and plenty to haunt his mind... Wouldn't living in his old wife's house just hurt?