day 4, post-execution

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[Lara's foot is bye-bye, two ankle monitors are now in her possession, and there may or may not be the slightest bit of blood speckled all over Angel's body. The pain in her upper arm is a reminder of what happened this morning, but it all seems so far away after the trial and execution. A person she thought she could trust turned out to be staff, and — well. There's no use letting it get to her. She won't achieve anything like that.

So once she can't stand being in the Technological Lab with Lara and Luke's deaths weighting on her, she heads out for a break in hopes of soothing her nerves. It's during that time that she spots Jack, and despite something strange settling into her stomach? She approaches him.]

... Excuse me, Jack? [Gently, to get his attention. He seemed to be significantly upset during the trial, and she would rather not get him worked up again.] If you don't mind me asking, how are you feeling?

[She might as well ask, considering he almost started a fight with Rhys right in front of her.]

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i had to ruin your life elsewhere so now i'm here

[heroizes]

[ Jack is probably off to go sulk, though he's idly heading towards the gym first. He's got a lot of energy running through him at the moment, so he's just hoping to put it elsewhere. The trial was stressful, so... Not a bad way to work out that stress before they're all corralled into their stupid rooms, he figures.

He's deep in thought when Angel calls out to him, and he turns towards her. ]

Huh? I'm feeling fi—Woah.

[ Jack's gaze settles on the blood when he cuts off abruptly, since he hadn't expected that. He doesn't seem as concerned as he maybe should be, but that's more borderlands morals than anything else. Sometimes you just turn up with blood on you. It's cool. ]

I've gotta ask you the same question first. You, uh-- You get those monitors?

i am ready to for double the pain

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[Sometimes, a girl just has to saw off a corpse's foot to loot some junk. It happens, man. It happens. She definitely needs a shower to wash off the remaining blood, but she refuses to take one until the absolute last minute.

Her expression does tighten when he asks, however. It's good to know that he's doing fine, but it's not so good to have the tables turned on her.]

I did. [This would normally be a good thing. It's not, considering her findings so far.] ... Unfortunately, the results aren't what I had hoped for. It seems there is no data stored within the monitors.

[heroizes]

[ At least Jack doesn't linger on her long, though that may or may not be a good thing. It might seem like he's being a bit courteous by not drawing attention to her discomfort, but really, he's just a selfish asshole who's more interested in the results. ]

Ahhh, seriously? Bummer. Nothing?

[ His posture relaxes, and he sighs. ]

What about the mechanical parts? Anything you could use to build something cool inside?

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[See. This is why murder kool-aid betrayals are a thing that will happen in Jack's near future. But for now, Angel nods along to his first question. Seriously. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Lara's foot was sacrificed for disappointing reasons. But she doesn't linger on that for long.]

Well... That are the components that can be used to deliver a shock to the monitor's wearer — a taser, if you would. I'm sure something new could be constructed out of it with enough ingenuity. [But she's not an engineer, so...] I also discovered the monitors are connected to a network, but that one seemed to be obvious.

[heroizes]

Yeah, not a big surprise there with Jude watching over us.

[ He shrugs, shakes his head, then looks back to her. ]

You got any plans for it? I bet I could whip something up with it. Which, yeah, might totally get me killed just for looking sketchy, but, eh. It wouldn't be for me so much.

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Not at the moment. If you have any ideas for what could be done with it — it's all yours.

[So, yeah. She smiles a bit wryly when he talks about looking sketchy.]

I doubt you'll look as sketchy as I do at this time. But... we'll keep it between the two of us, just in case.

[heroizes]

[ The partial permission is more than enough for Jack, and he smiles excitedly. There's a sense that he's already been thinking about this, but it's not because he was expecting Angel to give them up, exactly. Ever since it's been brought up as something he could potentially do, Jack had essentially thought "shit, you're right," and at least idly gotten to thinking what he could build. ]

I mean— Couldn't be sure, since I haven't gotten into the guts of 'em, but with any luck? Could add a nice shock, at least. I've- I've been workin' on a basic pipe pistol kinda thing, so that would be pretty kickass, right?

[ Jack laughs, then adds: ]

Nnnnot that this is helping with my sketchiness rating probably, but, eh. Secret between high tech peeps.

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I've met more suspect individuals. You're not up to par.

[And to quote a famous sinner: This is not the universe laughing at Angel, but it is absolutely me, Kyuu, laughing at her.

A beat:]

Well... Not yet, anyway. [It's. A joke? Kind of.] Follow me. You can take a look at the "guts" in the lab.

[heroizes]

[ i'm being attacked ]

[ Jack is pretty pleased by her saying so, though, and perhaps to a slightly odd extent. A grin comes to his face easily, since it's actually nice to hear that. That's not something he expected, but considering the doom and gloom that Rhys has foretold for him, he's actually pretty glad to hear someone actually say the opposite. He doesn't elaborate on that, of course, but he's quietly thankful. ]

Sweet, we'll figure something out. Like- It seems like basic stuff, so should be no problem!

[ Off they go, I guess, but as they walk, Jack tucks his hands into his pockets, and he decides to strike up a conversation he's been curious about. ]

Which, by the way, haven't gotten to chat with you about it and I'm pretty interested, since, well. I love the stuff, so I'm just curious here. How'd you get into the programming-slash-hacking biz?