snowblindrpg | [log] THE BUNKERERERENING [closed]

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[log] THE BUNKERERERENING [closed]

Characters: Angel, Handsome Jack and Rhys (plus Dumpy)
Location: Building 43 (square I9)
Date: Morning 62 onwards
Summary: Norfinbury's greatest hero Handsome Jack selflessly protects his beloved daughter from the dangers of Norfinbury by shutting her in a basement with no way of contacting the outside world. Oh, and Rhys is there too, he guesses. Whatever.
Warnings: Self-harm! Abuse! Kidnapping! Threats of violence! Handsome Jack!

Wow Louise did a log with an unnecessary cut WHO'D HAVE THUNK IT

Gonna put up starter/s in the comments because this could last for a while

BUCKLE UP, KIDDOS

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[The can hitting his head doesn't slow Jack down very much. It's not a very big can and Jack's got a big head.

Rhys does, however, get in one and a half more staples. The second one hits Jack's face but falls off, so it only counts for half.

The good news is that Jack isn't stabbing anyone, and has stopped swinging the knife so wildly it might stab someone by accident.

The bad news is that Jack is pissed.]

I thought we went over this last time with the snowball thing.

[And he's sweeping his leg at Rhys to kick him off his feet.]

[ 'Last time,' Angel's brain helpfully points out. 'Snowball thing.' While the Snowball Thing was pretty awesome, she can't help but remember the awful bruises that Rhys got as a result of it. And knowing Jack, the results will probably be even worse this time to ensure the message sinks in.

Shoot.

Darn.

As far as she can see, she has two choices. She could run for the door, which would at least buy Rhys some time to regroup and... reload his stapler. She might even be able to get away, but that'd leave her tabletless and Rhys would be hella screwed.

So. Plan B it is. ]

I said stop!

[ Time to rush at Jack and try to drag him backwards by his jacket and/or arm with ALL HER STRENGTH

HER PUNY STRENGTH

SO TINY AND WEE

SHE HAS NOT THOUGHT THIS THROUGH ]

[ Rhys yips like a kicked puppy when he goes down, thudding painfully on his side. He flinches and prepares for the worst when Angel goes for Jack.

Well, can't just let her go at that alone. Especially since she doesn't seem to be getting very far in the disabling Jack department. Rhys forces himself up partway and leaps for Jack's legs, attaching himself as tightly as he can as he goes for the knife.

Disarming Jack = tables can turn = maybe they can force him into the basement and figure out where to go from there.

A man can dream. ]

[Oh for fuck's sake. Now there is a smol clinging to his back and a tol clinging to his legs. THIS IS EMBARRASSING.

He proceeds to completely ignore Angel's attempts to drag him back and keeps his attention on Rhys. TIME TO DELIVER SOME BEATDOWNS-

Except that this is the moment a certain anomalous presence makes itself known. A staticky hiss issues from the partially open basement doorway, followed by a freaky cloud of static.]

...You've got to be kidding me.

[Now would be a good time to run.]

Oh, shi-- shoot.

[ EVERYTHING

HAPPENS

SO

MUCH.

Angel reaches down towards Rhys with one hand, still tugging at Jack with the other. Just having the thing in her peripheral vision is making her nauseous and dizzy - now is absolutely a good time to run. SOMETHING SHE AND JACK CAN AGREE ON. ]

Come on come on come on!

[ What why is everyone freaking out well he guesses he'll just look behind him and oh holy freaking guacamole -

Why does the universe hate them so much? ]

It's--

[ Oh, Angelhand. He takes it without a second thought, hauls himself up, and starts hauling ass. ]

You! It has to be you! [ Rhys looks back at Jack briefly to punctuate his point. ] This only happens with you!

[ Dumpy, meanwhile, has two responses to this catastrophe. 1) Scream and 2) float down to the abandoned mace. ]

[RUN RUN RUN OUTSIDE AND OVER TO CLOWNHAUS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE]

Shut up and RUN!

[Rude, though. Jack doesn't even have his beacon on! There's no way it can be him!]

[ Later, Angel will kick herself for not waiting for Jack to pick a direction and then running in the opposite one with Rhys. Right now, though, she's far too busy runNING AS FAST AS HER TINY WEE LEGS WILL TAKE HER.

Towards Clown House.

Has anybody ever been happy to get to that fucking building before I THINK NOT ]

Get in, get in!

[ She lets go of Dumb and Dumber so she can skitter ahead and open the door for everyone. But not before yelling: ]

DUMPY, COME ON!

[ Priorities, man ]

[ Dumpy is trailing after them, balancing the mace carefully on his extendo shocko majigger. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaAAaaaA' in this case translates to 'GUYS YOU DROPPED THIS' ]

Buddy!

[ Rhys has reached a higher pitch than Dumpy ever could. Not going through the door until that little robot does. Fortunately, they don't have to wait on him for any significant amount of time, and as soon as he floats close enough Rhys grabs him out of the air, tucks him into his coat, and dips inside the house o'clowns. ]

[YAY THE SHITTY ROBOT IS SAVED. Ugh.

As soon as Rhys is through the door, Jack's slamming the door shut. And then pocketing his tablet which definitely was not used for any surreptitious filming or anything like that haha why would you even think that.]

Neither of you have your beacons on, right? 'Cause it's either that or these things are just really into me. Which, let's be real, can't exactly blame them for, but...

You know I have mine on, even - [huff puff] - even the administrator couldn't switch it back off. So if you'd like to split so you're not in danger, go ahead.

[ The dizziness hasn't quite subsided yet, so Angel plops her butt straight down on the floor. Not without shooting A Look at Rhys, though. DO NOT ADMIT TO ANYTHING, TOL FRIEND. ]

I'm gonna -- [ Wheezing as he puts an arm against the wall for support. ] - still put my money on you. Not ou--

[ He catches her eye and swallows the end of that word. ]

-- her beacon. Nothing ever happens until you show up!

[ Looking back at Angel SEE HE CAUGHT HIMSELF A+ ]

[Well, that was an interesting little stutter there. Now's not the time for investigating it, though.]

Whatever. It doesn't look like that thing's getting inside, so we should be fine in here for the night.

Right. And then first thing in the morning, you can pick a direction and I'll go in the opposite one.

Rhys too.

[ ALMOST FORGOT THE OTHER GUY ]

[ Rhys was right in the middle of raising his hand when she includes him. The Other Guyness is so strong he feels the occasional need to remind people that he exists. ]

Yes. That. I like that plan.

[ Rhys plops down by Angel and adopts the stubbornest of stubborn looks. Dumpy takes the opportunity to fly out of Rhys' coat, screaming and dropping the mace. Rhys makes a grab for it, but it rolls riiiight at Jack's feet.

God dammit. ]

[Ignoring Angel for a moment, Jack reaches down to pick up the can.]

Aww! Thanks, Dumpy. There's a good robot.

[He pockets the mace and then proceeds to point his knife at Rhys. Back to where they were before getting so rudely interrupted!]

As for that other thing... yeah, that's really not gonna happen.

[ Whoops. Time to get back up and scuttle in front of Rhys. KNIFER, NO KNIFING!! ]

Will you stop with that thing? You're not getting your way this time!

[ She wants to demand the mace back, but she's preeeettttty sure he won't comply. BOO. ]

[ Hiding behind Angel makes him feel ten times wimpier than usual, so he tries nudging her to the side. It's practical, sure, since he will never, ever stab her, but disgustingly cowardly. ]

Oh, fo- things were fine until you stated up with the knifey-wavey bullshit! We could have avoided all of this!

[ Dumpy is off doing victory spins. HE HELPED. HE'S A HELPER. ENJOY THE BACKGROUND SCREECHES, CHILDREN. ]

[He gives Angel a stern glare. Why does she have to make this so difficult? But then, after a moment of consideration, he gives up the glower and shakes his head.]

Okay, you know what, you're absolutely right. Let's stop with the knife.

[Holy crap he is actually putting the knife away! Could it be that they've managed to get through to him?

HAHAHA NO. He's stepping over to where Dumpy's doing his little spins and grabbing him out of the air with both hands.]

Hey there, lil guy. Wanna help me out some more?

[ DUMPY

SMOL ROBOT NEPHEW

NO ]

Whoa whoa no! Don't!

[ She looks over at Rhys, who is now allowed to nudge her aside. She guesses. PRACTICALITY USUALLY TRUMPS EGO BUT GOSHDARNIT DUMPY IS IN PERIL ]

We'll talk this out!

[ aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Is that Dumpy or Rhys? I'll leave that up to you. ]

Yes! What she said! Again!

Talking good. Hurting Dumpy, bad. Think about Taylor, Jack.

[ He looks like he's about to fling himself at Jack again, but is restraining himself. Barely. ]

Wow, who said anything about hurting Dumpy? You know what they say about assuming, kids.

[What they say is that it is, in this case, entirely correct.]

Both of you sit down, and nothing bad's happening to dear sweet Dumpster.

[ Angel knows, rationally, that she should refuse. Complying only rewards this kind of horrible stunt that Jack's pulling. He needs to learn that he can't just threaten other people and make her cave every single time.

But Dumpy is so small and so screamy and he's been through so much look at that poor tiny lil brobot oh god ]

Okay.

[ SIGH. She sits down - very cautiously. No harm can come from that, right? ]

[ Rhys takes an extra second to obey, jaw clenched in frustration, but he's not going to risk losing his baby screambot for the third time.

So down he goes (again). Grumbling with arms crossed. ]

There. Happy? You can let him go now.

Nuh-uh. Not yet.

[He shifts Dumpy to one hand, holding the other one out to Rhys.]

Give me your - whatever it's supposed to be. I guess you could call it a tie, if you were generous.

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