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Room 205, Monday Morning

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.

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In the hallway, Faith paused mid-step, taking in the spectacle.

"Need some help?"

Rhys paused, dropping his arm-'he attached one--so he could pretend he had chill in his life. "Are you... offering to give me a hand?"

GODDAMN IT, RHYS.

Faith rolled her eyes at the pun, but snickered despite herself. "That's awful."

"It's hilarious," he insisted because he got a laugh out of someone here. "You live in this floor?"

"Right next door," Faith confirmed, pointing down towards 203. "I must be on a weird schedule because I never run into anyone in the halls." Seeing as she woke up ridiculously early and stayed outside most of the day, that was a good assessment. "Either that or I smell really bad and everyone's avoiding me," she added.

"It's a weird school," Rhys replied. "I have a class taught by a giant, talking dog and virtually no one here has even heard of Hyperion."

Equal levels of weird in his book.

"I'll raise you 'thought I was coming to reform school but actually it's in a castle and everyone else missed the memo on the 'reform' thing,'" Faith added. "And no one has any idea what Runners are."

Also, the guy she was talking to was missing an arm and an eye. But that felt rude to point out.

"What's Hyperion?" See, Rhys was right!

"Yeah, who doesn't know what runners are?" he blustered. Because he had no clue either, Faith.

And he wasn't missing either of them. He knew exactly where they were.

"It's... the most powerful company around," Rhys said a bit sadly. But he recovered admirably.

Faith raised an eyebrow. "Bigger than the Conglomerate?"

Ah, video games about eeevil super-powerful companies that made guns and cops and stuff.

It was a bonding moment!

"The what?" He liked to think he had a pretty good handle on all rivals of Hyperion, after all.

Faith shook her head. This was too weird. "Where I'm from, the Conglomerate is like these 12 companies who run the country as a government and track everyone's every move." Take that, Hyperion. When would your fave? "What's Hyperion?"

FIGHT HIM, FAITH.

Or not. Because he soooorta, kiiiiinda killed the company's Pandora base of opetations.

"Oh, man. I can't see any companies back home working like that." Because of the murder and all. "Hyperion would be the top of the heap there, I guess. Guns, tech, shields..."

"Huh. Yeah, that'd put them right up there with Kruger Tech," she agreed. "They build all the guns and employ the law enforcement.

Also the CEO kiiinda had Faith's parents killed and kidnapped her baby sister. It was a thing.

"So it makes no sense that no one's ever heard of them, and I get to feel like I'm going crazy, which is fun."

Yeah, that sounded like something Jack would do too.

"Right?" he asked with too much excitement. "And everyone thinks it's just soooo easy to adapt to craziness."

Instead of the logical, video game worlds they came from.

Faith grinned. Clearly this guy got it.

"And it's not! I thought I was an adaptable person but that was before I took a class taught by a talking dog," she groused. "It's so good to hear I'm not the only one."

"There are just limits on that sort of thing," Rhys said with a sigh. While trying to attach a creepy Terminator style arm. Yep.

Hey, at least the arm looked like something out of the cyberpunk world she came from. As weird things went, it was tame.

"And of course my 'big sibling'-" the air quotes were coming out - "wasn't any help. I mean, she was nice, but she basically told me magic is real."

Interesting stance from a girl who had a dog as a teacher.

"Magic?" Rhys scoffed. Yep, totally scoffed. "Really?"

At least sirens could be explained with science. Maybe. He hadn't really looked into it because sirens were terrifying.

Faith rolled her eyes as an answer. "I'm hoping it was just a hazing thing."

"Pretty ridiculous hazing." Get on their level, people. No, seriously. Get on their level. The boss fights will be a bitch if you don't.

"Pretty ridiculous school," Faith countered. Yes, complain away, kids. You hadn't even lived through a BDE yet. "I'm Faith, by the way."

She would stick her hand out for a handshake but his seemed otherwise occupied.

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"Rhys," he said, offering the hand of his mechanical arm. Because he was a moron who thought he was funny.

Faith gave him a look like she was trying her best not to laugh, but gingerly shook the mechanical hand.

"Not a bad handshake, considering," she told him, smirking a little. "Nice grip."

"Thanks, built it myself." He craned his neck a bit to look at his shoulder socket. "Could you...?"

You know, help jam his arm into place.

Fine, but only because he looked really pathetic doing it himself.

"Just know this is the weirdest thing a guy has ever asked me to do," Faith let him know as she manhandled his arm into place. She probably could have been a little more gentle with it, sorry Rhys. "And I've lived in dorms with guys since I was seven."

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