[And just like that, there's a second buzz axe in the bottom of the boat. His grin is hidden beneath his mask, but the pleased chuckle he lets out as he stoops to pick it up likely gives a good idea how he's feeling.
His laughter seems to have been the trigger the serpent was waiting for. As soon as he has the duplicate buzz axe in hand, it erupts from the water, having come around to the opposite side of the canoe from its initial approach. It breaches toward them in a graceful and terrifying arc, and Krieg reacts as he has hundreds, maybe thousands of times before when fighting threshers back on Pandora. Throwing his buzz axe is all muscle memory, and aiming its trajectory instinct. The serrated blade swoops through the air and embeds itself in the serpent's skull - right between the eyes - with a solid, wet thunk. The creature's momentum continues to carry it forward despite its new injury, and Krieg meets it when it reaches them, swinging his backup axe with both hands under and up, burying the blade in the softish flesh of the serpent's throat.]
Mnahahahaha! Your FAMILY is next!
[The impact of the serpent's solid collision with Krieg and his axe brings up a muddy, bloody wake of foam and pushes the canoe rapidly and unsteadily back. It tips precariously to one side as it goes, toward the combined weight of Krieg and the serpent still skewered on his axe. With a grunt and a heavy jerk of both arms, he frees the blade by slicing out and up, partially removing the thing's head as it splashes back into the water, and pushing back and away in an effort to counterbalance the small craft and prevent it from capsizing.]
[ ermes ducks immediately when the serpent appears back in sight, but even so she peeks her head over so she can watch what happens. it's disgusting, and a little nauseating, but there's something immensely satisfying in watching how it dies too. not to mention how much fun he's having, which is both thankful for the given situation, and concerning because she's still stuck on a boat with this guy and she just gave him a second ax, which is also part chainsaw.
she clutches onto the side of the boat as it rocks and lets out a held, deep breath when it starts to settle down. the boat is gross and she thinks chunks of its flesh got onto her arm, which she hurriedly flicks off the side. then she straightens up, trying not to seem completely pathetic, and grins. ]
That... was fucking awesome! [ and she lets out a laugh, mixed with awe and relief. ] Aaaahahha!!! Ahhhhhhh -- [ and then she stops and breathes out again. ] -- let's never fucking do that again.
[The whole fight was over way too fast for his tastes, but the choice between dragging it out for funsies and protecting his companion was a no-brainer. Ermes' relieved laughter makes him grin, and he flops down on the little bench across from her with a grunt as the wake of the fight and the canoe continue to settle.]
Mnuhuhu...Tell it to the fish!
[It was the serpent who picked the fight in the first place, after all.
Probably. Maybe he antagonized it. Or maybe he didn't. He's a Psycho, not a fish psychologist.
He places his axe to one side and reaches for an oar - he absolutely wants to retrieve that other axe, and maybe the serpent's head? It might be worth something, who knows. He's collected bounties for stranger things on Pandora.]
You ready for a barbeque?
[If nothing else, that river serpent is probably good eatin'!]
[ she quickly goes for the oar on her side when he takes his, excited to finally get out of the damn sea after everything. but... ]
Um. I don't like fish? Yeah, see, I'm actually super allergic to fish, so I can't eat any. Too bad, right? You can have it all for yourself, please, you earned it!
[ she is not one for eating her enemies, no matter how hardcore that sounds. ]
[The weird thing about barbecues is...they're really not much fun if he's the only one eating.]
Mngh.
What kind of meat won't kill you?
[Maybe he's invoking the power of hyperbole, or maybe "super allergic" actually does mean deathly allergic. Either way, he accepts her explanation with no problem, and is now looking for a solution which involves the both of them enjoying a celebratory barbeque.
The dead serpent with the axe still embedded in its skull has continued to drift in the remains of the wake caused by their collision, and is gently but steadily moving away from them. Time to correct that!]
[ unless there is something she doesn't know about the meat she eats. she does notice the dead serpent floating off, rather sadly, and huffs as she helps to row the boat toward the corpse. ]
Where did you get a crazy ass ax like that? I mean I've seen crazy shit in my life - some crazy shit that maybe a crazy guy like you would be surprised by! But never seen an ax like yours. Did you make it yourself?
[Aww, yeah, nice teamwork! Just a little bit closer now and he'll be able to reach out and retrieve the axe without tipping the canoe.]
Mnn...
[He makes a thoughtful noise, because he actually has to think about it. It doesn't take long, though, only a second or two. His axe is like his mask. As far as he remembers, he's always had them, and he's not sure where they came from.]
...Didn't make it. Dunno where it came from.
[Just a little bit closer, aaaaaand - there. He reaches out, grips the handle, and jerks it free from its boney resting place, incidentally dragging the serpent's skull, along wtih the rest of the serpent's sadly floating body, even closer.]
...You're a real weirdo. And that's sayin' something. [ she leans back and carefully flops down so she can stare up to the sky. it's cloudy and not particularly nice to look at it, but after everything that just went down... ] You can keep the extra axe. Just make sure the sticker doesn't fall off, or it'll disappear. Consider it my thanks for saving our asses just now.
[ You know, it probably isn't a good idea to tell the guy who used to be property of Hyperion who also happens to be clinically insane and bloodthirsty that he used to work for the same company.
Rhys awkwardly clears his throat. ]
O-oh, you know...P-Pandora.
[ Technically speaking. he came from there to get to here. It counts. ]
But that's, what about you huh? H-hiow's a big...really big manly...guy...like you end up at the end of every universe as we know it?
[That actually perks him up a bit - same planet! - but...well, it's Pandora, there's really nothing else to say for it.
What the heck, Rhys, are you hitting on him!?
He squints thoughtfully for a moment while he ponders the answer Rhys' question.
Then he shrugs.]
Bad luck.
Mngh...At least Jackoff didn't get to blow it up.
[It is SUPER ANNOYING that after working so hard to stop Jack from razing everything to the ground, Pandora went and done got blowed up anyway. Seriously, what the heck??]
[ HE'S NOT HITTING ON KRIEG HE IS JUST CASUALLY NOTING how big and hulking his muscles are and hoping that he doesn't use them to turn Rhys into toothpaste okay
It's a valid concern ]
Jackoff? You mean...like--like someone you don't like? Or The Jackoff?
[If Zer0's interested enough to ask if Krieg's noticed, then whatever it is, he definitely wants to see, so he changes directions to join back up with the assassin and have a little peek at the wall paintings.]
Bad ass!
[But.]
Why did the painters get to have all the fun!?
[Clearly whoever recorded all of these kickass murder scenes hogged all of the murder for themselves. Because that's how shit like this works.]
[LOOK, Zer0 love murder just as much as the next Vault Hunter, but sometimes even a dude like Zer0 can appreciate art that isn't related to how fancy he just murdered a dude.]
[He knows his drawings are crap. For what it's worth, he did do the best he could, because Maya asked and Maya is always, always worth 110%. It's just a sad fact that his "best" in this scenario wouldn't be out of place in a kindergarten classroom. Unlike a hypothetical kindergarten teacher, however, Maya is not known for her patience or her diplomacy, and yet she accepts his laughable effort with no apparent trouble, and even thanks him for it.
While his responding grin may be hidden - as always - his posture shifts subtly, broadcasting his intense mood boost for anyone with eyes to witness. Or, for Maya to witness, since it continues to just be the two of them in this crumbling old ruin.]
Anytime!
What's next?
[Honestly, she can look at boring old walls all day for all he cares, as long as he can stay with her while she does it.]
[It was remarkable, how readily Maya seemed to change her tune when Krieg was around. She hadn't critiqued his drawings, and now she found herself wondering if she should even continue with her efforts. They weren't going anywhere. Krieg's patience, on the other hand, was bound to wear thin before long.
He'd indulged her enough, hadn't he? And it wasn't as if her intentions were entirely selfless. If he lost focus, his work was bound to suffer, and she was already going to have a hard enough time transcribing his efforts.]
We could take a break. [She shrugged casually, as if she were simply suggesting a meal, rather than giving up on the first promising endeavor that she'd come across.]
We could find something to hunt. Or climb the dragon bones. [Truth told, she wasn't sure what would pique Krieg's interest in this new world. Back home, she could suggest fighting angry goliaths, or something of that ilk. Unfortunately, those seemed to be in short supply here.]
[He would happily stay by her side and help her look at boring old walls all day, and he would do his very, very best to be patient that whole time, but when she suggests a break, and not only one, but two much more interesting-sounding pursuits, well. He's not going to say no.]
[Reluctant as she had been to abandon her research, the idea of hunting down a beast as large and presumably as fearsome as the one outside was an enticing one. She perked up a little, brows lifting and lips twisting into a sadistic grin. With a shrug of her shoulder, she moved her gun from its vantage point against her back and into her hands.]
Hell yeah.
[She took a step toward the door, only to hesitate. She shot Krieg a look, then motioned for Krieg to go ahead of her.]
In time, Tim may come to learn that Krieg is probably the most chill Psycho to ever Psycho. Hell, they let him run around unsupervised in Sanctuary - that definitely says something about his temperament when he's not being shot at.
Not that that's immediately obvious at this point, but, eh. Details.
"Once a skaglick always a skaglick."
It's still jarring listening to the body double talk. He sounds like Jack, but the intonation is all wrong, and it's a weird dichotomy. He almost sounds like a normal guy, like - heck, like someone just trying to eke out a living in Sanctuary.
...Which is gone now. After everything he and the others had done to keep it safe...
"Mngh...When I find him I'm gonna rip out his liver and feed it to him."
The strangers on the moon base had blamed Pandora's destruction on some vague and poorly-explained "storm". Krieg is sure they're misinformed. If Jack is alive here - and he has no reason to doubt Zer0 and Maya's information - then clearly he's the one to blame. Krieg doesn't need to understand how he managed it. He just wants to make him pay.
Tim could pretend to be Jack, if he wanted to. Like, actually act instead of the half-assed impressions that he usually did on Elpis. But that would require him to actually want to pretend to be anything like that absolute cockstain, and honestly not doing that has worked out way better for him so far.
It's really weird, though, how Krieg is all... coherent. Most psychos don't talk about much more than meat and murder, which, okay, Krieg still does that a lot, but he can also hold an actual conversation? Sometimes?
"Uh... I mean, okay. Like, I'm not gonna stop you."
Jack wants him to protect Angel, he didn't say dick about protecting him. So fuck you, Jack, if Krieg comes after you, save your own ass. Tim's looking out for Angel.
"But."
Okay. Okay, Tim, you can do this. Deep breath, try to forget that you're talking to a brick shithouse who already expressed significant interest in peeling off your face.
"I don't know everything about what happened between you and Jack. But I do know that something you did hurt Angel a lot, and if you try to hurt her again or if she gets caught in the crossfire of whatever you start with Jack, I'll..." He swallows. "I'll stop you."
Krieg gets a good chuckle out of the doppelganger's blessing to go after his boss, but his good humor does a complete 180 when the man moves on to the topic of Angel. He shifts away from his comfortable lean against their shared wall and stands up to his full height before looming ominously in front of Tim.
Even Krieg doesn't know the details of what happened between himself and Jack. All he knows is that he has a sweet Wanted poster with the highest bounty of all the Vault Hunters save for Maya. But that has very little, if anything at all, to do with Angel. As far as he knows, anyway. It doesn't matter. After Angel had finally revealed her true nature and the full scope of what Jack had done to her, Krieg had been sick to his stomach for days afterward, for reasons he still doesn't fully understand and which he has no desire to examine too closely.
He leans right down in Tim's face and glares straight into his mismatched eyes. He'll appreciate the fact that Tim had enough balls to give him a (pointless) ultimatum later. Normally, Krieg doesn't care what other people think of him, but this is the one topic he will not allow anyone to remain misinformed on.
"He stole her life, put her in a cage, and poisoned her with slag until she begged for death. Letting her out killed her! I'll eat my own liver before I hurt her again!"
Oh. Oh, okay, shit, so, this was maybe not the smartest thing that Tim's ever done? Krieg is all up in his face and it is very, very obvious that Tim, vault hunter though he may be, is not in the same weight class as this guy. Krieg could probably snap him in half right over his knee if he really got the motivation for it.
Tim would have swallowed around the lump in his throat, except that his throat, as well as every single other muscle in his body, seems to have become paralyzed in the face of his imminent death.
God, is he really going to have to fight in this suit? He doesn't want to have to do that, this suit was expensive and he's poor.
"..."
Okay, Tim, respond appropriately. Say something cool.
"...'kay."
Jesus Christ, Tim.
"Glad we're... on the same page. About this topic."
If it were possible for testicles to un-descend, Tim's would probably be somewhere in his chest cavity right now.
"Could you like... just..." He makes a vague sort of hand gesture, sort of pantomiming pushing Krieg back without actually touching him because he wants to keep his limbs. "About six inches? Thanks?"
He's pretty sure he's managed to get his point across - the doppelganger's voice seems to have leapt up an octave or so, which to Krieg is typically a pretty good indicator of a successful intimidation.
"Mnngh."
He doesn't move immediately at Tim's request, taking a few more long moments to stare with narrowed eyes right into his face. He does eventually pull back, though, to almost exactly the requested six inch distance, and no further.
It's kind of weird; he doesn't actually have any particularly strong desire to remain face to face with this asshole, but for some reason, withdrawing is...not...quite...what he wants to do, either?
[He takes her dismissal as he takes most interactions with other people: at face value. For a man with a such complex psychiatric condition, he's very straightforward in both his approach and reaction to others. He takes the word of those he trusts at face value, and, despite everything that happened on Pandora, he still trusts Angel.
So he lets it drop.]
...Yeah?
[She's mentioned dancing a few times now, so he assumes it must be something she's very interested in doing. While the word still gives him a twinge of discomfort, he's far more interested in making Angel happy than in paying attention to bad feelings. So if she wants to dance, he'll gladly dance with her...or do his best, in any case.]
[ Okaaaay she's really doing this then. She takes a few steps forward, close enough that she can reach out and take his hand. It'd take a while to lead him back to the dance floor, she figures, and the music is still audible out here, so the balcony will do.
She holds out her other hand, palm up, indicating he should rest his in it. ]
[He looks down at her offered hand, and reaches out with his free hand to hold it as directed. Once again he's struck by the size difference. Hers are so small compared to his, he's almost afraid that he might break them if he moves his fingers wrong.
He returns his gaze to her face, attentive and ready to hear the next step.]
[ Angel tries to remember how Krieg had maneuvered them before, how he'd moved his feet to the beat of the music. She'd been so caught up in the moment, she hadn't gotten a chance to really memorize it all before it was over. But she's a girl genius right? If she can recite pie she can dance a simple waltz. ]
Something like this.
[ She tries using muscle memory, taking a step forward and gesturing he should take one back as she does so before stepping to the side, then back again. She's kinda got it? ]
[He feels stiff and awkward, but does his best to ignore that and follow her direction, staring at their feet as they cautiously move together. There's a familiar twinge of nostalgia as they complete a set, but he crushes it down as soon as it starts niggling at him. His movements as they begin the second set are still clumsy, but have gained a small amount of certainty.
It's still miles behind where he had been when he'd just done it without thinking.]
How's this?
[He glances up at her face very briefly as he asks his question, before returning his attention to their feet.]
[He didn't quite catch what she pointed at, but it doesn't matter. She has better taste than he does, so whatever it is will be fine. He does catch her inquisitive expression after she requests the straw, and he grins behind his mask at her and nods his head with a sharp upward jerk of his chin.
Perfect.]
Coming right up!
[When the bartender turns to begin doing her thing, Krieg takes the time to study his companion, still puzzled by her behavior. He's still not sure if he should ask about it or let it go--]
What's wrong?
[--And his mouth makes the decision for him. Great.]
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fuelthefire) wrote2017-12-10 05:40 pm
Introlog #3: Ermes
[And just like that, there's a second buzz axe in the bottom of the boat. His grin is hidden beneath his mask, but the pleased chuckle he lets out as he stoops to pick it up likely gives a good idea how he's feeling.
His laughter seems to have been the trigger the serpent was waiting for. As soon as he has the duplicate buzz axe in hand, it erupts from the water, having come around to the opposite side of the canoe from its initial approach. It breaches toward them in a graceful and terrifying arc, and Krieg reacts as he has hundreds, maybe thousands of times before when fighting threshers back on Pandora. Throwing his buzz axe is all muscle memory, and aiming its trajectory instinct. The serrated blade swoops through the air and embeds itself in the serpent's skull - right between the eyes - with a solid, wet thunk. The creature's momentum continues to carry it forward despite its new injury, and Krieg meets it when it reaches them, swinging his backup axe with both hands under and up, burying the blade in the softish flesh of the serpent's throat.]
Mnahahahaha! Your FAMILY is next!
[The impact of the serpent's solid collision with Krieg and his axe brings up a muddy, bloody wake of foam and pushes the canoe rapidly and unsteadily back. It tips precariously to one side as it goes, toward the combined weight of Krieg and the serpent still skewered on his axe. With a grunt and a heavy jerk of both arms, he frees the blade by slicing out and up, partially removing the thing's head as it splashes back into the water, and pushing back and away in an effort to counterbalance the small craft and prevent it from capsizing.]
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she clutches onto the side of the boat as it rocks and lets out a held, deep breath when it starts to settle down. the boat is gross and she thinks chunks of its flesh got onto her arm, which she hurriedly flicks off the side. then she straightens up, trying not to seem completely pathetic, and grins. ]
That... was fucking awesome! [ and she lets out a laugh, mixed with awe and relief. ] Aaaahahha!!! Ahhhhhhh -- [ and then she stops and breathes out again. ] -- let's never fucking do that again.
i love her
Mnuhuhu...Tell it to the fish!
[It was the serpent who picked the fight in the first place, after all.
Probably. Maybe he antagonized it. Or maybe he didn't. He's a Psycho, not a fish psychologist.
He places his axe to one side and reaches for an oar - he absolutely wants to retrieve that other axe, and maybe the serpent's head? It might be worth something, who knows. He's collected bounties for stranger things on Pandora.]
You ready for a barbeque?
[If nothing else, that river serpent is probably good eatin'!]
ty, krieg is a good boy too
Um. I don't like fish? Yeah, see, I'm actually super allergic to fish, so I can't eat any. Too bad, right? You can have it all for yourself, please, you earned it!
[ she is not one for eating her enemies, no matter how hardcore that sounds. ]
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Mngh.
What kind of meat won't kill you?
[Maybe he's invoking the power of hyperbole, or maybe "super allergic" actually does mean deathly allergic. Either way, he accepts her explanation with no problem, and is now looking for a solution which involves the both of them enjoying a celebratory barbeque.
The dead serpent with the axe still embedded in its skull has continued to drift in the remains of the wake caused by their collision, and is gently but steadily moving away from them. Time to correct that!]
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[ unless there is something she doesn't know about the meat she eats. she does notice the dead serpent floating off, rather sadly, and huffs as she helps to row the boat toward the corpse. ]
Where did you get a crazy ass ax like that? I mean I've seen crazy shit in my life - some crazy shit that maybe a crazy guy like you would be surprised by! But never seen an ax like yours. Did you make it yourself?
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[Aww, yeah, nice teamwork! Just a little bit closer now and he'll be able to reach out and retrieve the axe without tipping the canoe.]
Mnn...
[He makes a thoughtful noise, because he actually has to think about it. It doesn't take long, though, only a second or two. His axe is like his mask. As far as he remembers, he's always had them, and he's not sure where they came from.]
...Didn't make it. Dunno where it came from.
[Just a little bit closer, aaaaaand - there. He reaches out, grips the handle, and jerks it free from its boney resting place, incidentally dragging the serpent's skull, along wtih the rest of the serpent's sadly floating body, even closer.]
I've always had it.
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Introlog #3: Rhys
[He is a very solid heavy boy, it's true.]
UGH. I miss Pandora. I'd kill for something to kill right now.
[That, uh, isn't actually a threat, although of course Rhys is free to interpret it that way if he's inclined.
Although: Sudden subject change!]
Where're you from, Noodles?
[Eeeey, the Psycho knows how to small talk!]
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Rhys awkwardly clears his throat. ]
O-oh, you know...P-Pandora.
[ Technically speaking. he came from there to get to here. It counts. ]
But that's, what about you huh? H-hiow's a big...really big manly...guy...like you end up at the end of every universe as we know it?
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[That actually perks him up a bit - same planet! - but...well, it's Pandora, there's really nothing else to say for it.
What the heck, Rhys, are you hitting on him!?He squints thoughtfully for a moment while he ponders the answer Rhys' question.
Then he shrugs.]
Bad luck.
Mngh...At least Jackoff didn't get to blow it up.
[It is SUPER ANNOYING that after working so hard to stop Jack from razing everything to the ground, Pandora went and done got blowed up anyway. Seriously, what the heck??]
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It's a valid concern ]
Jackoff? You mean...like--like someone you don't like? Or The Jackoff?
[ He's talking about Handsome Jack right?? ]
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Oh. Yeah. Heh.]
Handsome Jackoff.
[He says the word "Handsome" like it's a filthy word. Which it basically is.]
Killed him too fast on Pandora. When I find him here I'm gonna take it slooooooow.
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So you...know about that, huh. That he's still alive?
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[Oh, he knows. And it pisses him right the heck off. Look what you've done, Rhys, you've upset the Psycho :c]
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Whoaa wait--wait really? Serious? You're going to go after him?
[ SUDDENLY KRIEG GAINED +1 SOCIAL LINK ]
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[That's Psycho for "yes"]
Introlog #3: Zer0
Seen what?
[If Zer0's interested enough to ask if Krieg's noticed, then whatever it is, he definitely wants to see, so he changes directions to join back up with the assassin and have a little peek at the wall paintings.]
Bad ass!
[But.]
Why did the painters get to have all the fun!?
[Clearly whoever recorded all of these kickass murder scenes hogged all of the murder for themselves. Because that's how shit like this works.]
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They may not have been / The ones who did the killing. / Just recorded it.
[recorded it in the form of FANCY ART.]
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In fact, he even shrugs.]
Someone stole all the kills.
[Try to focus on the important things, please, Zer0.]
Maybe they're still around?
[The kill-thieves, that is.]
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Doubtful. These paintings could be very old.
Introlog #3: Maya
[He knows his drawings are crap. For what it's worth, he did do the best he could, because Maya asked and Maya is always, always worth 110%. It's just a sad fact that his "best" in this scenario wouldn't be out of place in a kindergarten classroom. Unlike a hypothetical kindergarten teacher, however, Maya is not known for her patience or her diplomacy, and yet she accepts his laughable effort with no apparent trouble, and even thanks him for it.
While his responding grin may be hidden - as always - his posture shifts subtly, broadcasting his intense mood boost for anyone with eyes to witness. Or, for Maya to witness, since it continues to just be the two of them in this crumbling old ruin.]
Anytime!
What's next?
[Honestly, she can look at boring old walls all day for all he cares, as long as he can stay with her while she does it.]
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He'd indulged her enough, hadn't he? And it wasn't as if her intentions were entirely selfless. If he lost focus, his work was bound to suffer, and she was already going to have a hard enough time transcribing his efforts.]
We could take a break. [She shrugged casually, as if she were simply suggesting a meal, rather than giving up on the first promising endeavor that she'd come across.]
We could find something to hunt. Or climb the dragon bones. [Truth told, she wasn't sure what would pique Krieg's interest in this new world. Back home, she could suggest fighting angry goliaths, or something of that ilk. Unfortunately, those seemed to be in short supply here.]
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[He would happily stay by her side and help her look at boring old walls all day, and he would do his very, very best to be patient that whole time, but when she suggests a break, and not only one, but two much more interesting-sounding pursuits, well. He's not going to say no.]
Maybe we'll find living dragons!
[And then turn them into dead dragons, maybe '3']
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Hell yeah.
[She took a step toward the door, only to hesitate. She shot Krieg a look, then motioned for Krieg to go ahead of her.]
How about you take the first slice, big guy.
Olympia-Wyver Holiday Ball: Timothy Lawrence
In time, Tim may come to learn that Krieg is probably the most chill Psycho to ever Psycho. Hell, they let him run around unsupervised in Sanctuary - that definitely says something about his temperament when he's not being shot at.
Not that that's immediately obvious at this point, but, eh. Details.
"Once a skaglick always a skaglick."
It's still jarring listening to the body double talk. He sounds like Jack, but the intonation is all wrong, and it's a weird dichotomy. He almost sounds like a normal guy, like - heck, like someone just trying to eke out a living in Sanctuary.
...Which is gone now. After everything he and the others had done to keep it safe...
"Mngh...When I find him I'm gonna rip out his liver and feed it to him."
The strangers on the moon base had blamed Pandora's destruction on some vague and poorly-explained "storm". Krieg is sure they're misinformed. If Jack is alive here - and he has no reason to doubt Zer0 and Maya's information - then clearly he's the one to blame. Krieg doesn't need to understand how he managed it. He just wants to make him pay.
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It's really weird, though, how Krieg is all... coherent. Most psychos don't talk about much more than meat and murder, which, okay, Krieg still does that a lot, but he can also hold an actual conversation? Sometimes?
"Uh... I mean, okay. Like, I'm not gonna stop you."
Jack wants him to protect Angel, he didn't say dick about protecting him. So fuck you, Jack, if Krieg comes after you, save your own ass. Tim's looking out for Angel.
"But."
Okay. Okay, Tim, you can do this. Deep breath, try to forget that you're talking to a brick shithouse who already expressed significant interest in peeling off your face.
"I don't know everything about what happened between you and Jack. But I do know that something you did hurt Angel a lot, and if you try to hurt her again or if she gets caught in the crossfire of whatever you start with Jack, I'll..." He swallows. "I'll stop you."
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Even Krieg doesn't know the details of what happened between himself and Jack. All he knows is that he has a sweet Wanted poster with the highest bounty of all the Vault Hunters save for Maya. But that has very little, if anything at all, to do with Angel. As far as he knows, anyway. It doesn't matter. After Angel had finally revealed her true nature and the full scope of what Jack had done to her, Krieg had been sick to his stomach for days afterward, for reasons he still doesn't fully understand and which he has no desire to examine too closely.
He leans right down in Tim's face and glares straight into his mismatched eyes. He'll appreciate the fact that Tim had enough balls to give him a (pointless) ultimatum later. Normally, Krieg doesn't care what other people think of him, but this is the one topic he will not allow anyone to remain misinformed on.
"He stole her life, put her in a cage, and poisoned her with slag until she begged for death. Letting her out killed her! I'll eat my own liver before I hurt her again!"
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Tim would have swallowed around the lump in his throat, except that his throat, as well as every single other muscle in his body, seems to have become paralyzed in the face of his imminent death.
God, is he really going to have to fight in this suit? He doesn't want to have to do that, this suit was expensive and he's poor.
"..."
Okay, Tim, respond appropriately. Say something cool.
"...'kay."
Jesus Christ, Tim.
"Glad we're... on the same page. About this topic."
If it were possible for testicles to un-descend, Tim's would probably be somewhere in his chest cavity right now.
"Could you like... just..." He makes a vague sort of hand gesture, sort of pantomiming pushing Krieg back without actually touching him because he wants to keep his limbs. "About six inches? Thanks?"
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"Mnngh."
He doesn't move immediately at Tim's request, taking a few more long moments to stare with narrowed eyes right into his face. He does eventually pull back, though, to almost exactly the requested six inch distance, and no further.
It's kind of weird; he doesn't actually have any particularly strong desire to remain face to face with this asshole, but for some reason, withdrawing is...not...quite...what he wants to do, either?
Eh. He doesn't question it too much.
The ball's in your court, fake Jack.
Olympia-Wyver Holiday Ball: Angel
[He takes her dismissal as he takes most interactions with other people: at face value. For a man with a such complex psychiatric condition, he's very straightforward in both his approach and reaction to others. He takes the word of those he trusts at face value, and, despite everything that happened on Pandora, he still trusts Angel.
So he lets it drop.]
...Yeah?
[She's mentioned dancing a few times now, so he assumes it must be something she's very interested in doing. While the word still gives him a twinge of discomfort, he's far more interested in making Angel happy than in paying attention to bad feelings. So if she wants to dance, he'll gladly dance with her...or do his best, in any case.]
Okay. Teach me!
hey fuck off
She holds out her other hand, palm up, indicating he should rest his in it. ]
Take my hand? Please.
never!!!
He returns his gaze to her face, attentive and ready to hear the next step.]
What next?
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Something like this.
[ She tries using muscle memory, taking a step forward and gesturing he should take one back as she does so before stepping to the side, then back again. She's kinda got it? ]
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It's still miles behind where he had been when he'd just done it without thinking.]
How's this?
[He glances up at her face very briefly as he asks his question, before returning his attention to their feet.]
Olympia-Wyver Holiday Ball: Maya
[He didn't quite catch what she pointed at, but it doesn't matter. She has better taste than he does, so whatever it is will be fine. He does catch her inquisitive expression after she requests the straw, and he grins behind his mask at her and nods his head with a sharp upward jerk of his chin.
Perfect.]
Coming right up!
[When the bartender turns to begin doing her thing, Krieg takes the time to study his companion, still puzzled by her behavior. He's still not sure if he should ask about it or let it go--]
What's wrong?
[--And his mouth makes the decision for him. Great.]