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[ - when it clicks on, she sounds angry, actually, genuinely furious. So far as she's always loud, rocking on her heels like she can't keep it to herself. That shake in her voice that barks in the back of her throat. All teeth on the scrape of the words as they drag out of her mouth. Fingers curled into her fists that she doesn't know how to let go.

Holding up a jacket in flat accusation. The words branded on the front of HYPERION. Should this be handled with diplomatic hands? Probably.

Unfortunately, Gaige found the jacket first. So diplomacy is going straight out the window. ]

Where the fuck are you, Rhys? When the fuck were you going to tell me about this? You goddamn fucking corporate piece of shit. Actually no, scratch that, how about you tell everyone fucking listening that you work for a mass-murdering sociopath that tried to or did kill everyone I know. You work for Hyperion and Handsome Freaking Jack!?

[ It spits up, all angry. That yowl of a hurt animal kicked somewhere vulnerable where it had shown it's side. Gnashing at the closest point. Go for the throat, rip it out slow and hard, fight and fight because she doesn't know anything else or better. Flinging the jacket down and reaching for whatever would damn will do as a weapon, which in her case, is her metalworking hammer. ]

I'm going to rip your fucking intestines out your freaking throat.

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[ And she isn't listening. ]

Bullshit. Why wouldn't you tell me that straight away? Sounds like crap I've heard before. I've done this shit too often. But you know, it's only people from fucking Hyperion that lie about it? About where they come from, what they're going to do? Even Torgue CEOs told us whose cock it was before they fucked us.

Guess you picked the right fucking boss, huh? He fucking loved to lie to people. You can tell him it didn't work better when you go and meet him after I put my hammer through your skull.

Why would I--?

[ No, scratch that, obviously he'd lie to save his own damn skin. Only idiots wouldn't!

He peeks his head out from the library as he speaks, making sure she hasn't suddenly appeared outside of it, before he leaves to try and ... find some spot to hole up. Again. Why is this just his life now? Hiding from people who want to kill him? ]

I wouldn't tell you about it because I figured you'd react like this! Because you're Pandoran and every Pandoran sees red as soon as you even say the name Hyperion! I'm not stupid. Just ... listen to me. I'm their enemy. They want me dead.

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Oh, I wonder fucking why. Poor fucking you, oh no, all of Pandora remembered who was worse than skags and bandits combined and is afraid of losing even more. Do you even know what he did down there?

[ She spits it out. ]

Don't go crying to me. Who better than a goddamn Vault Hunter to know what it's like to have Hyperion want to kill you?!

Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry? Miss 'I'll do anything you ask for if you pay me including killing people that have done nothing to me and I'm going to enjoy it'! You're trying to tell me that cannibalistic, baby-eating, screaming bandits are better? Give me a break! Pandora's a shit hole and we'd all be better off without it, including Pandorans.

[ She should have known better. She should always know better. She has heard it all before. She has been betrayed too many time for this. Maya would put a hand on her shoulder and try and direct her. Help ease it. Salvador would tell her not to sweat it, chica, and Lilith, Lilith would tell her to do what they did best to pieces of shit like him.

So she doesn't bother to answer to that. Because she's heard it all before.

No, she leaves, the video where it is, doesn't even bother to turn it off. Just her footsteps fade.

It might take her a little while, it's not like Vault Hunters have a great reputation at doing things with style or clever reasoning. No, she just goes about it in a long, more methodical manner. Marching around, kicking in doors until she finds him.

The hammer slips in her grip, not grinning. This is beyond grinning. This is rage all boiled over. ] You son of a whore.

[ No, she lets him run. She lets him think he might be able to turn and bolt up the street.

Then she throws her hammer at his legs. Just to watch him trip on it. ]

[ Ohh no. He has to find somewhere, fast. Maybe just an alley for now? Would that work? Think, Rhys! Think!

Alley won't work. Not to stay in. But he does move through them, looking this way and that, trying to listen. Until he steps out onto one of the main streets - just to cross over - and there she is, and he forgets to breathe for a moment.

That look on her face-- This is why he hates bandits.

But of course he turns to run. What else can he do? It's his best option. But he hardly even takes a step before the hammer hits the back of his knee, hard, and he shouts in both surprise and pain before he lands straight on his face.

He doesn't wait, though. No time for that. He immediately braces his hands on the ground and starts scrambling back onto his feet - or trying to - muttering to himself. ]

Why is it always the face?

[ Taller they stand, or some bullshit. They all hit the ground the same. That shuddering of a body hitting the floor.

Then she's after him. Because she killed Handsome Jack, she fought the Warrior, she'd faced down the worst of the worst. And what was he? Fucking nothing and a nobody, as far as she was concerned now. But deserved it. Deserved it for lying. Deserved it for everything he just said.

She's on him a second later. Both hands grabbing him by the back of his jacket, and hauling him over as she dropping down on top of him. ]

I'm nowhere near done with your face. [ Pinning him with her weight, she yanks him by the front of his shirt. Hauling him up even to her with the strength she had from what she has been, what she has always been. ]

This is for Roland, you can call me whatever the fuck you want, but Roland was better than all of your stupid company.

[ And she smashes her forehead into his face. Straight into the bridge of his nose. ]

[ There's another shout when she grabs him, arms flailing for a moment before they find purchase on her upper arms. His eyes widen, his heart races, and he can't quite focus on her words for a moment because how the fuck does such a tiny woman have such strength.

Only it's probably just because he's weak.

Before he can try to struggle too much, or protest, or anything, however, pain explodes across his face. Stars dance in front of his closed eyelids as he groans, left hand moving to cover the spot that's left throbbing in protest. ]

[ It's not over, if he's waiting for that pain to stop any time. If he thinks he's taking a beating yet, no, no he hasn't. Not until she's done. Is this in the middle of the street? Yes. Does she give a single fuck? No.

She lets him drop hard back onto the ground, rolling onto her knees as she shoves him and savours the sound of his skull smacking onto the ground. Pushing her weight forward before he can go anywhere. If he thinks he's getting out of this until she's done, he's wrong. Her metal fingers ball up into a fist, and she swings. ]

That was for Roland - and this, this is for Bloodwing. [ Smack. ] This is for Krieg. [ Smack. ] Every single day he tortured Lilith and made us listen to her scream. [ Smack. ] Tina's parents. [ Smack. Smack. ] Angel. New Haven. Sanctuary.

[ Smack. Smack. Smack. She doesn't show him any mercy, doesn't pull those hits. Wet, smacking sounds until there is blood bubbling against her fingers where the pressure of the hits cuts him. Lands each blow, over and over and over against into his jaw and cheekbone. Because she is strong. All tense harsh muscles under her clothes that even when he grips, it didn't matter, not now she had him pinned to the way she had been taught. To grapple and throw down without mercy.

To take the inch of an advantage and beat someone to death with it. ]

[the moment he'd realized how quickly shit began to escalate, klaus hadn't hesitated fleeing the house in honir, praying he'll maybe stumble across rhys before she does and—

jesus tapdancing christ, there they are, sprawled in what's becoming a rather bloody sort of heap. right there in the middle of gods and everyone, gaige is beating the ever-living hell out of rhys and if he doesn't do something soon, his face just might become hamburger meat. whoever all these people are that she's mentioning, klaus feels like someone deserves it, but does the poor hyperion fool she's got her hands on deserve this? probably not.

without thinking about it, his immediate instinct is activating his telekinesis, the cuffs around his wrists glowing faintly as he snaps invisible binds around gaige's arms and carefully lifts her off rhys. then it occurs to him: he should hold her legs too, just in case, which he does.]

Sorry, Firefly, [comes in a soft murmur. using his powers against someone (especially someone he cares about!) never feels good.]

[ There had been no talking her down, not in the state she was in. Dante didn't hesitate leaving his brother's place to find her, to stop her before she does something she is likely to forget later. Luck is on his side, for once, coming across them a few moments after Klaus' does, and his reaction? Just about the same.

Time to digest that later, now they need to get Gaige away from the crumpled mess formerly known as Rhys. Judging by the state of him, they need to do it fast. Dante jogs the rest of the way over, clasping a hand on Klaus' shoulder as he goes, grabbing hold of her tightly. ]

I got her. [ She's going to hate him for this, she's gonna hate them both. ] Check on Rhys.

[ When his head slams against the ground, his hand moves away from his face as he flinches with the force of it. There's no time to even begin to think about trying to get away through the pain that's rapidly spreading through his whole skull, from the back to the nose to the jaw, and then it doesn't. Stop. Hands try to grip onto anything at all, blindly, the right finding her shoulder and the left her elbow, and the metal fingers dig in as hard as they can as his heels dig into ground.

He has to get away. Somehow. Fuck. Every nerve and sense in his body is shouting at him to flee but he can't fucking move, and there's blood in the back of his throat that he needs to not choke on and he can hardly breathe and he just

needs

to get away.

And then she's gone.

For a moment, his arms drop limply to the floor, and he swears his heart has moved up into his head or something because he can feel every beat in his temple and his nose and his-- brain?? Then the moment passes, and he groans as he shifts onto his side, some kind of survival instinct still alive because holy crap he isn't dead yet. ]

[ It goes about as well as you'd expect. In the end, she is what she is and she had never lied about it. No matter whether anyone liked it or not. No matter if she could ever be a good person again. Sh is not pretty, or neat or clean. She's just the bits of Marcie splattered that was left behind.

Only it's Rhys' blood on her knuckles, on her cheek, trickling back down her arm. It's a shout that's ear-splittingly loud as she thrashes the second anything at all stops her from what's familiar. It's that Dante needs to hold with both arms and every bit of strength as she twists and pushes and shouts. Driving elbows and knees and heels with a familiarity of being caught and fighting to survive.

To hell with this, to hell with them, how could they do this to her? ] LET ME GO! LET ME GO! He deserves it! He's a piece of shit and he deserves it!

[ Fights and fights and fights because it's what she does best even if it makes not a bit of sense anymore. ]

[as much as he wants to turn his attention to rhys, holding gaige is top priority. restraining her like this feels so wrong; with the simplest shift of his mind, he can secure her with very little effort, but for some reason, it's as if she'll find a way to break free should he chance looking away.

dante's hand comes down on his shoulder and klaus lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. (there's also tears he'll notice later—) he cranes his neck toward him, expression a mixture of astonishment and confusion, although he knows better than to question help. when it shows up, just keep quiet and accept the assistance, to be frank. after he's absolutely sure dante has a hold on gaige, the pressure ceases the moment he lets go.

then he whips his head in rhys's direction and rushes that way, instantly dropping onto his knees beside him.] Holyfuckingshit, [while he's reaching out, even though he ends up hesitating at rhys's head, cringes and clasps his shoulder instead.]

[ Of course she won't come quietly, instead thrashing like a wild animal that's been cornered. He pulls her back a step, an another, wincing as elbows and knees and heels slam into him with more strength than her frame would suggest. He doesn't let go, of course, grip on her tightening with each twist and pull. ]

Gaige stop! [ Dante's never been a man to yell, or to act anything but jovial. But he does now. ] I'm not getting you go until you calm down!

[ He glances towards Klaus, to Rhys, to the bloody mess on the street. Fuck. ]

[ Wait. He knows that voice.

Holy shit he knows that voice.

He coughs, spits some blood out onto the ground beneath him, and carefully opens his eyes before he turns over on his back again. It's a bit difficult to see, but he can make out enough to know it's Klaus, and wow it's good to see him. ]

Hey, man.

[ A croaking sound, hoarse and a little wet through the blood running from his nose down his throat, the blood pooling around his lips before it drips down his cheeks. And it hurts even to move enough to speak, but at this point he's starting to not feel it, which is probably a bad thing but he's also pretty relieved about it. ]

[ She just keeps thrashing. Fighting for every second and inch she's worth. ] Why should?! I'm not the one who said they should all die!

[ All the things she could forgive. Calling her worse. That was true, she'd never lied, she'd never dressed it up. A spade was a spade, and in her case, she was a girl and she was a gun and there was never any difference.

But the others? ]

I'm going to rip his fucking throat out!

[hearing gaige continue to kick and scream is one thing, but the sound of dante shouting is downright startling. klaus hasn't known him all that long, the whole time he has though, he's never, ever heard him shout like that. it's enough to rattle him into hesitantly glancing toward them, eyes widening when he sees gaige struggling so desperately.

pure, unbridled rage. holy hell, he hasn't seen someone burn this hot in a long time.

by the time he tears his gaze away, rhys has his eyes open and is talking, making him shake his head and laugh mirthlessly.] Are you fucking serious right now? You just got your face beat in and “hey, man,” is what you've got? You're an i— [inhale then on the exhale,] an i-idiot. [but seriously:] Don't talk, okay? You're gonna make it worse.

[god, there's so much blood, where does he even start? anywhere, he decides and calls upon his second power, a flutter of translucent moths following the pad of his thumb across rhys's forehead and nose. then, toward dante,] Have you still got this?

[ For someone so small it is impressive how much strength she has. It makes holding her difficult, especially when she manages to slam that metal arm of hers into the more tender spots of his torso. He'll be feeling this later, might even get to see himself bruise for the first time in his life.

The more she thrashes the further Dante moves from the puddle of Rhys, until reaching a wall that he promptly pushes Gaige up against. Ensuring she's look straight at him, at the bloody mess behind him. ]

Gaige, look at me. [ Expression stony and there is something deadly in his gaze. ] He's not worth it. You rip his throat out, then what? You'd be stuck with the body of some idiot that didn't even fight back.

[ Maybe he can talk her down, get her to some level that isn't pure rage crammed into such a tiny package. He glances back at Klaus, at the translucent moths following his thumb. ]

Yeah, I got this. Just keep doing what you're doing.

[ Okay, so he can't quite see properly, but uh ... What is that? Looks like ... bugs. What. How much did Gaige fuck him up, actually?

He swallows thickly, grimaces at the taste of it. God, blood is gross. All right, he takes back everything he's thought about the nice thing about people like Gaige and Ivar. Seeing the danger coming makes no difference if it all just hurts anyway. Who actually cares if you're being stabbed from the front or the back? ]

Don't tell me what to do.

[ But fine. He'll shut up for a little while. There's a weird sort of warm and tingling feeling on his face right now anyway and ... Is that Klaus's doing?

What is he doing? ]

Get the fuck off me!

[ She fights for all she's worth, pushing and shoving and at least that's familiar. Because shit, Dante has to be as strong as a freaking Badass Psycho, go goddamn figure. Kicking and shoving to get a bit of space so she can finish what she started. ]

If he's dead, he can't betray and kill you all! That's what Hyperion does! That's what he did! He's a fucking liar-!

[ The bricks dig in against the sore muscle, the spot that didn't heal right after dying. Coming back. What she did best but wrong. Living when she shouldn't, living when it felt pointless because the things that made living worthwhile became skag-food around them.

Sees the care Klaus takes of him, and it turns her stomach. ] He's a liar and a hypocrite. I never pretended I wasn't a murderer. But he's the one that just said he'd rather kill a bunch of innocent people!

[unsure as to what else he can say in this situation, his head simply nods with affirmation, showing he understands what dante's telling him. it's easier to focus on that anyway, to put all his effort into concentrating on healing the cuts and mending any broken bones rhys may have.

funnily enough, he doesn't even try arguing when rhys responds, merely stares at him with too-wide eyes, keeps doing whatever necessary to alleviate the pain.

and gaige just keeps yelling. shouting about how rhys is a liar, he'll betray them, how he will kill all of them. it's getting harder to focus; he'd like for everything to be done and over with already, but shit doesn't work that way. the longer he sits, the more he contemplates: but what if she's right? again, he's swallowing down the sour, acrid taste flooding his mouth, exhaling a shaking breath after eventually drawing his hand away.

maybe there are a few bruises and cuts he couldn't get to but if he keeps going, he might not be coherent afterward.]

Is... is that okay? I could keep going, I'd just— [another quivering sigh while his hands fidget restlessly] —need a minute.

[ For the most part he doesn't move, holds her there with as much of his strength that he can before he actually hurts her. He takes the shoves, the hits, like a god damn champ until that metal hand of her's gets him directly in the chest. It's only then does Dante jerk, almost takes a step back and lets her free, expression turning into a grimace as the scar on his chest throbs painfully.

Dammit. ]

Please, you think someone like him is smart enough to betray and kills us all? [ He laughs bitterly, half considering to apologize to Rhys later for the insult. ] Give us more credit, Gaige. Even if he was the type, he'd be dead before he could put anything into action.

[ Mouth twists into an all too-toothy grin, canines glinting in the surrounding light. For a moment he looks less like a man, features sharper, more dangerous, more predator than prey. Only a moment, however, as it fades with a shake of his head. ]

Gaige, think about it for a second, is he really the one who pulled the trigger? Or is he just some idiot paper pusher who just happened to have made a shitty choice in employers? [ Dante jerks his head behind himself. ] Rhys might have worked for a monster but that doesn't make him a monster himself. He's just a dumbass who doesn't know when to take his foot out of his god damn mouth.

[ Maybe not all of it is gone. Maybe his face is still aching and throbbing with bruises that will only get worse, but he can see, and there's not constantly blood dripping down his throat now. He coughs for good measure, to clear some of it that's still in his throat, and shakes his head as he slowly sits up. ]

It's ... more than okay. Thanks.

[ He puts a hand on Klaus's shoulder and squeezes, more grateful than he could possibly register or express right now. Klaus he can understand, even if he's a bit surprised, but Dante? Why did he even bother?

Okay. Okay.

Deep breath. He has to ... fix this, somehow. ]

Gaige?

[ If it's even possible to talk to her right now. ]

[ She has a lot of things to say. To Dante, at least. That it doesn't matter. She knows it doesn't matter. Jack had them all fooled before too, she heard the stories. But not even his own people knew how messed up he was. They never did. That was the point. You can't trust them, you can only kill them and hope you did it soon enough.

Of course, then Rhys speaks, so what comes out of her mouth as she whirls is: ] Go fuck yourself, Rhys.

[ But she knows Dante won't let her take a step toward him. He'd be right too not let her. She'd kick him clean through if she had the chance. So there is that at least. ]

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