no grey (closed)

[refactor]

Who: Handsome Jack + Fenris
Where: Jack's home
When: W4D3
Summary: Sometimes if you're a friendless loser, you have to hire people to make sure you don't drop dead.
Restrictions/Warnings: Jack might get a little crazy but hey at least not as bad as the last few logs I posted

[ This wasn't exactly the ideal situation.

He'd been okay (at least so much as one could be) with his body double playing nurse, because there was a certain amount of weakness that he was okay with showing his mirror image. Handsome Jack was meant to be the image of some kind of cocky, untouchable figure, and he did a hell of a lot to keep that image going. It helped him hold onto his part of Intake with an iron fist, because no matter what the scumbags threw at him, he could throw it right back tenfold. So, being this ill? Definitely against that image. But more than that, there was the part that had caused Jack to send Tim away on a mission to find a cure or something to alleviate the symptoms as soon as possible and at any cost. Jack had seen how this progressed in the facility when it first appeared. He knew where it went. And Handsome Jack definitely wasn't going to die from some illness.

But, there was something to be said for not being alone with his own thoughts. Having someone else with him was a distraction from the visions of fire, the way he saw cracked rock underneath his feet, lava pouring from his sink, and just out of the corner of his eye sometimes, he swear he saw a purple glow that was familiar in a way he couldn't place. He knew the color, but whatever it was associated with in his mind he could never pull forth. The longer he sat alone, the hotter that lava (no, he reminds himself, the fever) felt, and the more a manic energy started to take over as he would try to explore what he was seeing, looking for that purple tinted glow.

Finally, desperately, he picks up the phone and makes a call. ]

Yo— [ His voice sounds shaky, even to his own ears, but he laughs it off as he tries to regain his composure. ]

Yeah, this is Handsome Jack. Send an Enforcer over to my place pronto, and- Ah, ah— [ They start to interrupt, but he interrupts right back ] Don't worry about it, sweetcheeks. I'll take care of the paperwork, so just. I dunno, pick someone who looks bored. That's your half, I'll do the other later.

[ Which is all he feels he needs to say, and it seems like the person on the other side of the line either agrees or just wants to be done with him. Regardless, it's a short conversation, and Jack just sits back on his couch and waits. Part of him realizes that having to call an Enforcer of all people is- Well, that's gotta be bottom of the barrel desperate. But, hey. At least he can count on them to be at least decently committed to the idea of looking out for him. They don't exactly take well to disobedience in their ranks.

Though as he waits, he's stuck in that loop again. It's fire, lava, and a monster emerging from it. It's so bizarrely vivid that he can't get it out of his head, but— He has to. Because, seriously. Even in this state, he knows this is crazy.

So he tries to push that idea out of his head, and he's hoping that they'll at least send over an Enforcer with at least half of a brain. He definitely wouldn't be complaining for the distraction. ]

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[eleutheron]

[ Fenris is restless. Old Town still thrums with a festival air, but there's a desperate, shrill pitch to the atmosphere now, a sense of madness that undercuts the last bit of revelry. The spread of sickness has whipped people into a panic, and the ensuing conflicts offer plenty to keep the Enforcers busy.

Fenris had been out there helping with damage control, but a recent scuffle injured his arm--thus requiring a day or two of staying out of the fray. Yet he remains ever bound to the Company's whims, so when he's ordered to tend to the management, he does not question it.

But he's not smiling as he knocks on the door, either. ]

Jack? I was sent. Let me in.