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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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"Ohhh," Faith said, putting two and two together. In this case, the first 'two' was the rant Kuzco had given in class about how much he hated his roommate and the second 'two' was Rhys. "So you're the guy who banished his roommate to the common room. Okay, okay..."

Hey, she wasn't judging. She was more like amused.

"He did it first!" And Rhys couldn't figure out why no one believed he was actually an adult.

"No, I mean, I can't blame you," Faith said, and now she was grinning a little sheepishly. "He's really... loud."

Rhys snorted as he flexed the fingers on his new hand, checking to see everything was working right. "That is such an understatement." It was precious how nice she was being here.

She grew up in dorm style living, okay? She knew bad roommates. And, true, she never tortured them or banished them, but she certainly understood the impulse.

"Does he always whine like that?" she wanted to know. "It's a lot."

And Rhys hadn't had to dorm with anyone since college. Which made this even worse, really. "Apparently he's an emperor," he said, rolling his eyes.

"What? No."

...That was about all she had, yup.

"Yuuuuup."

They were so dismissive of poor, poor Kuzco.

KUZCO COULD DEAL WITH IT. While stroking his silky robes in the common room.

"This school makes no sense," Faith muttered. "Or is this just how high school is? Because I have no frame of reference, but this makes no sense."

Wait until he was a llama.

"High school is nothing like that," Rhys replied vehemently. "College isn't even like this."

First of all, where were the crippling student loans and anxiety inducing standardized tests?

Faith raised her eyebrows. "How do you know about college? Older sibling?"

"Remember that long story?" Rhys asked, making some crazy eyes because his life. His life. "I'm supposed to be twenty-nine. Not sixteen."

Faith squinted at him. Just when they'd agreed that the weirdness in this town was unacceptable, he turned around and was really weird himself. That was rude, Rhys.

"You look sixteen," she pointed out. Dryly. "And you sound sixteen."

"I noticed that one too," he whined. Like a sixteen year old. "I just need to find a New-U station and fix this, but if there's no Hyperion here, there are no New-U stations."

"What's that, some kind of rapid aging machine?" Faith said, while hoping very much that was not what it was.

It was a spawn point.

"No, it... reconstructs people if they die. You know, for money. Hyperion tech."

Based off Dahl tech. Probably based off Eridian tech.

Lucky. Her canon didn't have save points! It was crappy about auto-saving, too.

"Yeah, that's pretty weird," she said, impressively mild as she took that in. "Does it cost a lot?"

HER PARENTS WERE DEAD.

Oh god, was she Batman?

"Yeah, a ton. Usually only vault hunters can afford it."

He was pretty sure it only worked for him because of Jack.

She was like an AU Batman who was an Asian teenage girl with face tattoos. She even hated guns!

"Okay, I'm gonna stop asking you what things are any minute now," she promised, "but what the heck is a vault hunter?"

Ooooo! Someone keep her away from Jared Leto then.

"Oh, them?" He had to avoid the kneejerk 'bandits' response. "There are these alien vaults that are supposed to be full of tech for the taking. And people are always looking for the to get rich."

He was one of them. The shittiest one, to be honest.

"But they're really hard to find," he muttered, looking at his metal hand. "And really dangerous."

Okay, so Faith was going to just flip the switch in her brain where she stopped expecting Rhys' life to have anything in common with her life and just go with it.

Because aliens.

"Okay, so. Hyperion makes guns and shields and machines that bring dead people back to life, aliens stuff vaults full of tech and guns for... some reason, vault hunters raid the things and get rich," she summarized. "Huh. Sounds like fun."

Spoken like a video game protagonist!

"So why don't you go looking for a vault with a New-U Machine?"

She would fit in so well with the other vault hunters. Rhys? Maybe with Timothy. If he was still alive.

"Uhhhh." Because had gone for a vault and his life had gone to complete shit in the process? "I haven't been able to get one of those stupid 'portals' back. They just respond with a lot of impressive business doublespeak."

Also, going back was probably certain death until he figured some things out. Maybe got a snazzy new outfit.

Upgrades, huh? Been there.

"Ew," she said, sympathetically. Ish. "Sounds like they might be onto you and don't want you stealing any more stuff."

Those noticeable glances at the mechanical hand told a pretty decent story of what went down. She was just filling in some blanks here.

"I sorta got stuck here after stealing some stuff too," she offered. "But it was less 'portals' and 'resurrection machines' and more 'go to school, get out of juvie.'"

And yet undoubtedly completely off. Because Jack. Always because of Jack.

"I'm pretty sure people think I'm dead," he admitted with a sigh. "On the upside I get to skip out on student loans."

Who hasn't wanted to fake their own deaths to avoid those?

"That's a pretty nice bonus," Faith agreed. "Having people think you're dead, not so much."

Being stuck in high school with no way home and no arm had to suck.

"How's the second run at high school going compared to the first time around?"

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