Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[sleight_of_fate]

[People person? He's not always sure at times, but he appreciates the sentiment.]

It was kind of my superpower back home, I guess. Here, I'm not always so sure. But I kind of guess I have an honorary degree, just from living through pretty much every fucked up thing you can imagine. You go through that kind of shit, you don't want to see anyone else have to.

[And that sums up the core of Rhys's character as neatly as anyone ever will.

Him and Watson definitely have that Savior complex in common, which might be why their interactions are so awkward.]

If it's like last time? Yeah. We'll be out. We'll go back to where we were, and it'll be...I don't know. But at least we have the chance to work it out.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Compared to Will, rocks were people persons.

Will considered saying that he was capable of imaging some fairly fucked up things, but he decided against the remark. This was about Rhys, not him.

At the end, he gave a small nod in agreement. ]

We hang on, until that point and then the real healing will need to begin. That's when you may find yourself busier than you expect, Rhys.

[sleight_of_fate]

[There is that. Some people just don't do people, and Rhys totally understands that.

He lays his head down, processing that and trying not to think about last time, coming to after the Cells confused, completely healed, and alone, unsure that any of it had even happened except for the new tail stitched to his back as a surreal reminder that he'd lived through...something he hadn't really realized that he could live through.

At least this time, he knows the script. He knows how it's supposed to play out, and he'll be ready to deal with it. He'd been alone near the convenience store when he was taken, and that's where he'll return.]

Yeah. Probably. Lots to...try and put back together, at least.

[He gives the other man a thin, pained smile. Was Hannibal a comfort to him, as odd as the other man was?]

Be glad you're not alone. I think that's the hardest part in all this. If you've got any comfort at all in what you've got? Hold onto it. Because there's not a lot of it here.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Rhys' words struck home, as Will recognized that for the first time he did have both Hannibal AND House at his back through this. Perhaps that's what made it possible for him to function in the current circumstances.

It was only recently that he and Hannibal had begun to pull in the same direction, rather than locking horns in a zero sum game. And despite House's difficult personality, the other doctor was capable of seeing him as a person and that was also something for which to be glad.

So he gave a small nod of his head. ]

You're right and I am. Though I do wish ... well actually I wish none of us were down here. But an event like this, the perceptions go both ways; we can learn something about Miller.

[ Maybe. The truth was, they might know nothing in the end, but Will was stubborn in his belief on this fact. He had to be to keep going.

Just like when he was in the BSHCI.]

[sleight_of_fate]

[From someone on the outside looking in, it's more precious than gold. Rhys tries very hard to be the better man and not begrudge Will what he has, but sometimes, it's a fine line.

He rubs at his bandages wearily, curling back up on the bed to try and rest his aching head and face. Ironically, he'd kill for an icepack right now.]

Mm. Maybe. Think it was already on record that he was insane. Least this seals it.

Not that it makes it easy, just simple.

[There's a difference. It's simple to push someone in front of a bus or shoot them in the head because they're a murdering bastard. It's not easy however, because it takes at least a certain amount of balls and it's a felony with no statute of limitations that may or may not get you the gas chamber.]

If there's a way out, though, this is the way we're gonna find it. So...it's worth that much, at least.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

If he were insane, this would be a lot easier. [ Will said in a pensive voice. ] He's something a lot worse.

[ Which made him a hell of a lot more dangerous as well. But for the moment, they had to focus on surviving and hopefully Miller could be next on the agenda. In that regard, Rhys was absolutely right. They had to work the maze like good little rats, but no one said they had to just chow down on the scrap of cheese at the end.

They could make their own block of cheddar. ]

Are you going to be okay? [ Inwardly Will winced even as they question left his mouth. As an unspoken apology, he gave a small duck of his head and amended. ] In so much as any of us are alright in here?

[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys gives a small snort, remembering who he's talking to. Right. The whole clinical thing.]

I'm not used to labeling it. Normally, I feel it from the inside.

You're right though. Whatever it is, it's sick.

[He'll definitely defer to the expert, and continue to be slightly annoyed but also partly relieved that his empathic senses don't work here. His demon might not like it, but Rhys is perfectly happy to spare himself the trauma.

At Will's latter question, he shifts, but gives the other man a small nod.]

I'm okay for a while. Just want to rest for a bit, I think. 'Till...whatever's next. Go look in on other people, see if anyone else needs help.

[He takes a slow breath, lets it out, as he debates whether to say anything.]

And if House is here somewhere, check on him, too? Just...don't let him know I asked.

[There's a sad, crooked smile that goes with that.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will's entire job had been to apply labels to the various psychopaths he hunted, but he didn't feel the need to say such a thing. Rhys probably had the healthier approach.

He was starting to withdraw then the other man made his request. It caused Will to pause, not because he was surprised at the request, but more at the fact that Rhys was speaking to something personal. He studied the man's body language and the expression on his face, taking it all in and processing what it suggested.

Interesting.

But for now, he simply nodded. ]

He is down here. [ Will confirmed the unasked question. ] Probably making the rounds and you'll see him soon.

[ It was a careful non-answer because Will wasn't immediately sure how he was going to approach that curious request. He'd have to think on that. But hopefully it provided Rhys something to hang on to in the meanwhile.

He gave another small nod and then, unable to think of anything else he could offer, he retreated from the cell. ]

[sleight_of_fate]

[Maybe Rhys's approach wasn't healthier, but it was more practical. There wasn't much in the way of law in the world of magic, just a lot of subjugation and death. Rhys wound up killing a lot of the monsters that threatened him, because they were simply too dangerous for any human law system. If humans even acknowledged to existence of the unnatural.]

I'll keep an eye out for him. Thanks.

[He knows that Will is closer to the older man, though, that he can do more for him. Knowing that he's there and willing, that helps a little.

It also hurts a little, but...it's what they've got.]

Appreciate it. Watch yourself.

[Rhys lays back down and curls up carefully, cradling his injured arm and closing his good eye for the moment. Shutting everything out in favor of what's in his own head, if just for a little while.]