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◎ stats ;; rhys.

rank ; ✦✧✧✧✧. guild ; team hellspawn. / serves as its guild leader. party ; angel ( ph4s3sh1ft ) + heather mason ( kickitwhileitsdown ) + bill cipher ( entangulism ) + warp ( kingkaiba ). current status ; the reluctant but proud, confused leader of this guild of misfits. relies entirely too much on his phone aka the one bit of technology allowed in this fantastical setting. class ; bard. weapon ; a simple iron rod. it serves as a downgraded version of his stun baton. abilities ; none. his ECHOeye lacks access to its scanning function, and in turn lacks access to any database / network. current quest ; none. current story quest ; none.

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     As if being whisked away to some cheap fantastical knock-off town wasn’t bad      enough, the company man was becoming increasingly distressed with his lack of      any working tech. His ECHOeye, while completely in-tact and for the most part      still functional, was incapable of accessing any wireless network and database,      leaving him informationally stranded in this new setting. Trying to bring up his palm’s      holographic interface was proving fruitless as well, eliciting a groan out Rhys.

    ⟨ Why do terrible things happen when I’m around? Seriously... ⟩

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// suuuper irresponsible of me to disappear for a week and im totally sorry to everyone i owe replies to. cant help that waning motivation, y’know? to make things a little easier for me, if i owe you something and you see this, give it a like or respond with whether youd like to continue our thread(s) or not!

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// i owe niCO A KISS OKAY!!! THIS COUNTS here u go corvusisms >:3c

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// i guess we’re doing mun intros again? fine by me! anyway, im rhys/pen ( the  latter reserved for people that know me fairly well ) and i go by she/they pronouns.  at any rate, i rp this dorky hyperion fanboy. rhys is my first character in kny and i’ve  had a ton of fun w all of the fellow muns and characters since my acceptance!!

there isnt a lot you guys need to know abt me, other than me being thirsty rhack garbage and i live to sin 24/7. ive been in the rp game for around 8 years now, but  im still rusty on the writing front, so apologies for that;; i can be contacted best thru my twitter @GAYPERlON or personal tumblr liamniisan <333 lets keep the good vibes up, alright?? 

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Rhys as famous tweets

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✿ i dont care just make it bloody

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number

1. aggressive kiss

     ❝ You’re reaaaaaaaaally getting on my nerves now, Rhys~!!! ❞

       Wearing a smile too cheerful to truly represent the evil within, Nicolette stares down at the man below her. Sitting on his ass, appearing shocked while blood poured from his nose, Rhys looked at his absolute best like this. It came as no surprise to her that someone so pathetic could look so good sitting in the dirt. This was where Rhys belonged. Did he really think he deserved to stand beside her — as if he were better? As if he was worth more? Hah! What a fucking joke! It seemed like Rhys needed a good wake up call, and who better than to provide it than Nicolette?

He was worth nothing.

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Using the new GIF function, search your faceclaim and post the first gif that shows up

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The Character Wardrobe Meme

Send a number to my ask box along with a character of your choice, and I’ll draw up the ensuing ensemble! (If the character chosen wouldn’t wear the option given… go ahead and sub in something else!)

DRAW YOUR CHARACTER WEARING…

Underwear

Casual clothes

Work uniform

Night clothes

Swimwear

Formal gala garb

Lounging, lazy-time stuff

A party outfit

Date night threads

Something outdoorsy

Interview outfit

Tourist/travel wear

A costume!

Their sick day scrubs

Summer clothes

Winter clothes

Um, spring clothes?

Why not - fall clothes!

Workout wear

Last minute throw-ons

The most expensive thing they own

A fig leaf

Feel free to add, subtract, or alter as you please to fit your character bunch!

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    ⟨ PLEASE. Don’t. Seriously. ⟩ He will murder you. He will do it to save his own      acrophobic ass. So don’t.

🎡 look at this meme

[ Well, at least she wasn’t afraid of heights. And being stuck on a ferris wheel wasn’t so bad! At least she could take the time to view the scenery.

Or, better yet. ] 

“Would you be mad at me if I tried to swing the gondola?”

[ Serena, no. ] 

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Surprise!

“I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!”

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[ amused ] "Are you... baking?"

     ⟨ Er. Yes? I mean, did you want any of these cookies when they were done,     because I definitely don’t mind sharing. With you. Um. ⟩

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"Does something smell burnt to you?" ( [ PEOPLE CRYING ] [ EVERYTHING BURNING ] )

     ⟨ Uh, no? Well, nothing here on my end, at least. You’d might wanna check     your dish. ⟩

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Cooking/Baking rp Starters

"No, no, no! Don't put that in yet!"

"Are you sure that you cooked it all the way?"

"Well, something definitely smells good in here."

"Are you... baking?"

"Here, you stir this while I set the oven temperature."

"Do you wanna lick the bowl?"

"It's boiling over!"

"Uh, that looks a little... overcooked."

"You got some batter on your face."

"What is this mess?"

"Why are you covered in flour?"

"Are you sure you're supposed to add that much sugar?"

"Ouch! That pan in hot!"

"Don't take that out of the oven with your bare hands!"

"I don't think you know how to use a mixer."

"Wash your hands, and then you can help me."

"Those aren't quite done."

"Does something smell burnt to you?"

"Now, fold the eggs in gently."

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     ⟨ Alright then, whatever you say. ⟩ It doesn’t stop him from sarcastically rolling his      eyes, though. ⟨ As for the planet, I just kinda wanted to get off mine in general.       Kinda got tired of the whole ‘ constantly, nearly being killed ‘ thing, so... Yeah. ⟩

“Tʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ? Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ, I'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ. Lᴇᴛ’s ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ sᴘᴇᴇᴅʙᴜᴍᴘ. Sᴏ ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʟ’ ᴍᴇ.”

“Sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴜᴍᴘ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ? Tʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ? Oʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?”

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     It’s been a good six months for Rhys: spending time in a new, bandit-free and      amenity-abundant city, making friends that had a very, very low chance of stabbing      him in the back, and most importantly, finally being free of the digital plague that      wrought an undesired havoc amongst his friends and his mind. Now, Rhys was simply      basking in his freedom, with only the occasional pangs of homesickness striking him      every so often. He could venture throughout the city, never really getting over its      uniqueness, and do as he please without worry.

     That is, until a strikingly familiar voice calls out to him from a short distance away.      He’s momentarily locked in place, attention pulled from whatever was going through      his mind at that second as he can only focus on this man, right here, approaching      without hesitation. How he was able to recognize him for one of his own employees,      Rhys wouldn’t know ( or maybe he did, but really now. ), but god if he wasn’t too       dumbstruck to think clearly.

     Hands trembling, mismatched eyes sweep over the visage of this man before him,      whom of which is very irritated, very in his face, and most definitely living and in the      flesh. Rhys honestly wasn’t sure how to react aside from gawking and wanting to      take a much-needed step away from Jack, though he’s interacted with some form of      him long enough to know that showing cowardice was the worst possible thing one      could do.

     ⟨ I-I-- Hhhhah, wh-- How is this. I don’t---, ⟩ is the most he can stand to mutter out      when faced with someone who should be referred to as a ghost at the moment. For      a good second, Rhys thought he was just seeing and hearing things, certainly not      unlike that fated encounter in a rundown Atlas facility so many months ago. 

     Talk about the worst and most unwelcome case of deja vu, right? Nonetheless, Rhys      straightens up as best as he can in the face of kinda, maybe, probably certain death      in order to respond.

     ⟨ Y-Your in Koi, Jack. Some city on some planet I don’t know the n-name of or      anything. ⟩ He swallows hard as he does his best to gather some words, hoping to      rearrange them into a coherent sentence for his superior. ⟨ As for why you’re here.      I... I don’t know. I’m sorry...? ⟩

002 ▷Hyperion Yellow

        It was akin to the adrenaline rush of that downing seventh whiskey from the dare of a few mutually inebriated buddies at the expense of the following morning’s hangover. Thunderous pounding in his temples were reminiscent to the quick strike of an empty glass hitting the bar counter. Gods of the sea continued an endless mid-war battle in his stomach and goddamn; he wanted to hurl. As unwilling eyes opened from prolonged immobility, his vision blurred and sharpened until it found the proper adjustment. Lifting his torso provided a beastly groan and a quick grasp to his head like so many times prior. This was, however, like no previous late-night binge. He arose not to the familiar atmosphere of his room, but instead a room that was far too cold, far too white, and smelled far too much like cleaning solution. 

        ‘’ What the hell? ‘’ He murmured in clear irritation. Vision wandered his surroundings with an unhindered confusion and this brought only additional annoyance. While everything about what happened before he awoke and why he awoke here was unclear, there was a single fact he was solidly aware of: 

                                      Handsome Jack had died. 

                                                                               But.. no, no. Heroes.. heroes don’t die. 

         Enraged, Jack threw off the hospital sheets from his lap and got himself dressed in a hurry. Making a b-line for the exit ( along the way ignoring the shouts of multiple nurses ), he found himself surrounded by citizens at the entrance of the hospital. Providing the drop of his jaw in disbelief, the ( previous? ) CEO furrowed his brow at the sight. This wasn’t Helios, nor Pandora for that matter. Perhaps one of the Edens he had not yet visited? He scowled as his sight flew back and forth to find some sort of sign of his location ( or perhaps he was looking for a sign that this was just a shitty, unhinged dream ). With a glimpse from his peripheral vision, Jack caught something of familiarity; Hyperion yellow and ECHOeye blue. 

        ‘’ Hey, HEY. ‘’ Jack called out, cutting off the citizen adorning Hyperion tech. ‘’ Alright, listen here, doll face, ‘cause I’m not in the peachiest of moods for selective hearing: tell me where the hell I am and why I’m here and I won’t cut your clavicle. Probably. ‘’