albinomilksnake | OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[Fiona smirks very easily and says nothing for a few moments. She might have agreed if she had any business to judge, but she doesn't really. Not that it stops her.]

I'm doubting you fit that mold when it comes to your people, or you wouldn't still be down here.

[Her legs cross.]

Oh yeah? Well you'd be wrong. [With maybe a touch more personal offense tacked on than anything necessary or subtle, arms folding across the span of his chest all fuss and pride and something else too hard to scrape up without context.] One guy-- one-- is my problem right now, and I was about to screw him over with that deal.

Before it was a fake, I guess.

[Its hard not to smirk -- not because she had gotten under his skin with the comment, but because everyone had managed to fall hook, line, and sinker for her dupe vault key. But the smirk is brief. After all, it hadn't really worked and at the end of the day Felix had every intention of dumping her and Sasha at the end of it all.

There's really nothing to be proud of.]

Well, it wasn't really meant for you. It was meant for that Vasquez guy.

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You're not wrong about that. Phony for a phony. [Meaning if you guessed he's currently laughing smugly at his own joke, you're right. There's something satisfying-- even miles away from the cool, air-conditioned sanctity of Helios-- about coming up with a solid slam on the guy.

After all, what was Vasquez gonna do? Fire him?]

[Her eyes roll, but it coaxes a smile out of her that she is very obviously trying to hold back. She is still a little bitter -- there was a lot of money on the table.]

If you woulda left it alone, he'd probably be flying out up there in space by now.

[There's a pause. She thinks about the case, and the bomb it had been equipped with. Her mind runs back to Vasquez, and then to Felix, and then to the whole of the operation.

Her curiosity gets the better of her.]

...were you really gonna pay them?

[It's a question he doesn't expect: brows furrowing briefly as his head quirks to one side. He'd never really thought about it, screwing them over. Probably because if it worked, Hyperion wouldn't have cared where the money went, just that they had another vault key in their hands. His vault key.] Well yeah. Maybe not if August tried to murder us after we handed over the case, but it was a business deal. And he didn't seem the type.

For a-- pretty standard Pandoran thug, anyway.

Besides, blowing up the case wouldn't put the money back in our hands, either.

What's ten million to Hyperion? I guess.

[Ten freakin' million dollars, and it was gone. Life-changing money, gone. At least, it was life-changing to people like her and Sasha.]

Awkward. She pulls up her knees and folds her arms across her chest, suddenly in need of a topic change.]

We should get going. Bandits are going to be looking for them...and us.

Hey, it's a lot to me too. [Right now. Once they get back, sky's the limit: cars, high end fashion, gourmet every day-- having a map like the one they're holding onto? Priceless. Figuratively.] We'll change that, though.

[He's already climbing to his feet (reluctantly at first, and then less so at the mention of Vaughn and Sasha) feeling winded and tired and hungrier than he ever thought he'd be. How they're going to even navigate in this mess aside from using Helios as some general waypoint is beyond him: wide-range contact with Vaughn might not even work if the pair don't know where they are.]

"We"?

[Its not a real question -- she imagines the 'we' just kind of slipped in there. Hyperion has nothing for her. She's a Hyperion and Pandoran menace alike.

She follows Rhys into a standing position, holding her head to ensure she doesn't fall over from dizziness. In truth, they have no leads. They could be at this for days.]

Can you contact Vaughn if we get close enough to him?

Yeah, 'we'. Unless we're not fifty-fifty in this. [He purses his lips. Shrugs, picking a direction to start walking in.] I mean I'll take 70/30 in my favor. Your call.

And probably. I can contact him now, but that doesn't mean I can track his signal without pinging the system. Might help if we both figure out where we are first.

I think your math needs some work, fancypants.

[There's a long pause as she glances for a high point to better figure out where the bandits are currently moving.]

Call him, get some landmarks, I'll get a direction.

[And before he can protest, she's taking off for the shorter cliff-face nearest them. It won't take her long to get her bearings, but they'll have to move on foot.

It won't be until after he's touched base with his partner that she drops to the ground with a heavy 'thud'. She holds back from asking about her sister.]

Nobody's chasing us anymore, but I'd guess that's because sundown is probably going to hit in a few hours.

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Excuse you, my math is perfect and so is my binary. [Two hundred percent matter-of-fact as he moves off in a different direction towards one sand-heaped slope nearby. It takes a little while - a little finagling with the installed transmitter and waiting for a locked response - but they manage a call without getting plucked off the air by Assquez or some other low-level Hyperion stooge working under his dime. Whether or not it's intentional...Rhys isn't really sure.

Either way, within the span of fifteen minutes he's crawling back down where they'd split off.]

Fiona!!

[The dizziness has burned off, and Fiona has made certain to pick up the empty SMG to travel with in case they tripped on some ammo. She drops off the last cliff face to meet Rhys half-way.]

Did you find them?

Ehh, sort of. [It's not necessarily a dodgy answer, just...unhelpful. Once the distance between them's closed Rhys smears a hand down along the side of his trousers, fingers flexing idly.] They said they're at the foot of a plateu. Found an old abandoned bandit cache and are keeping their heads down.

I just, uh-- can't get a fix on them without risking someone else listening in.

Well if it was easy, we'd be there already.

[She considers their layout options before gesturing passed him toward the opposite direction.]

We'll start out that way. We've got a fifty fifty chance of the bandit volume increasing after sundown, and I know the idea of sleeping on the ground would absolutely horrify you.

Yeah, ha ha, very funny. I'm fine. I'll be fine if it means we'll get through this without getting eaten alive. [An argument that doesn't stop him from following her lead without any more prompting or pressing. Heels in sand-- heels full of sand-- but hey, that's Pandora, right? He's learning.

He's got this.]

Doubt it. Pandora gets chilly at night, y'know.

[But steady they go, following the signal. Once the sun really begins to disappear and the stars take over the sky, she speaks up again:]

Bet you ten dollars you don't last one hour without complaining about it.

You don't have ten dollars. [Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, one brow purposefully raised.]

I will before the hour is up.

[Because there's no way Rhys isn't gonna fold into sobbing about how cold it is. Or, there was the alternative, which is hummed out innocently after just a few long seconds:]

Checked your pockets recently?

I-- what? [His attention flicks nervously from her to his pockets and back again. She's a thief and a con, and some part of him wonders if she's playing a game with him (when isn't she anyway) that involves taking his stuff.

Or...leaving something.] Nnno. [The only thing warily muttered as metallic fingers move to frisk his own pockets.]

[Fiona does an exceptional job of passing off a cheesy villainous smile as she saunters ahead of him. Rhys has nothing easy to steal or anything worth any real value, aside from money itself, and he certainly didn't have much of that.

But that doesn't mean she can't play it off, all playful sway of her hips and exaggerated shrugging using both hands and shoulders.]

Best slow down there, cowboy. You're gonna shake yourself into a coma.

You-- [Oh. Oh. He gets it, finally, narrowing his focus through a particularly pissy expression in her direction, fingers stuffing themselves down low in his pockets as an endpoint to that train of thought.] You have a crappy sense of humor, you know that?

I think your suspenders are a little tight there. Lighten up, sour-puss.

[She kicks back a heel and sends a rock toward his foot, still smirking over her shoulder.]

We probably got a long walk. I wouldn't want to spend it looking like you.

Who even wears suspenders anymore? [Last season. Last century. Hello sense of style and fashion, asymmetry is all the rage right now (take a cue from his own alternating stripes, girl). Rhys waves off her suggestion with a snort and just the slightest shift in his brow upwards.]

Dunno, how 'bout we ask the hipster with the ECHO eye and the cybernetic arm?

[He makes it so easy to get under his skin. Fiona fights down a laugh by biting her lip and turning her head away from him.]

OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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