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?
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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.