Failed the QTE

There was a dance tonight, so Rhys was trying to decide between one skinny tie or the other. Because he liked skinny ties, okay? They were his signature look along with not having a sleeve on one side so he could show off his awesome robotic arm.

The important thing was that he believed those were the case, really.

But hey, at least he wasn't a llama for it. NEVER SORRY ABOUT THAT, KUZCO.

[Open post!]

Rhys had been blissfully unaware of anything weird going on in town this past weekend. He'd been engrossed in finishing up the work on a rudimentary arm so he could at least have two hands to build a better one. Or maybe another ECHO eye...

Whatever. It'd get made.

If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.

"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.

Of course.

[Open, yesss]

Rhys had passed out in the ruins of Helios, mostly content with his final action being to stop Jack. He wasn't going to lie and say surviving it wouldn't have been the infinitely better option, but you know. New to this heroism thing. The real kind, not the kind Hyperion and Jack thought... was real. Whatever. Point being, he did a good thing for once. Sort of.

So, yeah. It was moderately surprising when he suddenly conscious and standing up as his body formed around him.

"The Hyperion corporation wishes to clarify that the bright light you saw after death was our digistruct technology, and not a higher power. Not higher than Hyperion, anyway," came the ever cheerful voice of Hyperion from the New-U station.

Rhys made a noise that was objectively girlish and high pitched before slumping forward once the reconstruction process was complete. "Oh god, I'm gonna puke--"

He put his hands--hand!? Wasn't this thing supposed to recreate everything when you died?!--on his knee and retched just a little bit. A lot bit. Once that was mostly under control, he flexed the hand he had left and felt the pressure in his empty shoulder on the other side as he tried there too.

"Okay. Okay, I can work with this. I can work with this," he muttered to himself, hand coming up to check where his ECHO eye had been. "I just look like a dismembered bandit."

Then his hand immediately went to his pocket to find the eye there. Like some kind of Pandora's--ha-- box of psychopathy. He should have crushed it when he was still riding the high of defying Jack.

Around then he noticed that he wasn't on Helios or whatever remained of the station, and it sure as hell didn't look like Pandora either. Which was a thing. A thing that was his life right now. He twisted around to find the New-U station to try fast traveling, but couldn't find it anywhere now.

"Shiiiiiit."

Wait until he realized he was a teenager!

[Establishy!]