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[ Good day, recruits! Today, the network graces you with the image of a teenager, sitting in front of... a wide array of weird things. There's a pile of coconuts, some broken tree branches and some obsidian scattered around him. Stiles' expression can be best described as a determined grimace, and the brief wave he gives before starting to talk is haphazard at best. ]

Okay, so-- I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely not going to wait around for the goddesses to get wind of what the Timeline told us to do, so I thought I'd, uh, start a self-defense... thing. In case Ryba decides she'd rather get rid of all of us before we even start thinking about getting rid of her.

[ Not that he is all that opposed to killing both Ryba and Nalanni, really; if the goddesses are gone, the world survives. If they live, the world dies. If they're sent somewhere else, who knows if the same thing happens there, too, and they just inflict this same situation on some unsuspecting planet. He has no trouble picking out the lesser evil here. ]

I wasn't around when people were building the bomb, but I heard the bomb itself was fine, even if the result wasn't. I still need some more stuff [ he gestures at the pile of things in front of him, a pile decidedly lacking some necessary ingredients ] and no clue how to get them so... I guess my point here is, those who were involved in building the bomb? Some help would be helpful.

[ It seems like that's going to be it, but then the video swims back into focus, almost like another thought has occurred to him. ] Also, before anyone gets on my case about "how can you do that we can't kill anyone", please notice how I said self-defense. That means exactly what it sounds like, I'm building these to make sure no one kills me. Or, uh, anyone else out of the recruits, actually. I mean, have you seen me? I'm not exactly goes-out-to-kill-people material. [ As in, he has literally zero knowledge in martial arts or shooting a gun or any powers whatsoever. (Nogitsune notwithstanding, he's trying very hard not to think of that.) Sarcasm is his only defense... outside of the bombs, thankyouverymuch. ]

Oh, and if anyone has a clue if these even work against divine beings, now'd be a good time to tell me. [ Loki, he's looking at you. You and everyone else god-material around here. ]

( ooc: stiles doesn't know it, but the bombs do work! and if anyone would like the threads to go from video to action and help building the bombs, that is a-okay with me! for anything else regarding the use of these particular bombs, hit me up over on plurk @ celen c: )

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Yep. This guy. [ Pointing to himself, obvi. ] I mean, okay. I've built one bomb. With help. But! It exploded. [ He shrugs. ]

And if we're talking self-defense, I bring a ton to the table. [ With a flourish, he takes his shock baton and turns it on, electricity audibly crackling. ] Don't tell me this isn't cool. And— wait a sec.

[ He turns to look behind him, shouting, ] Hey, Dumpy! [ A tiny Atlas attack robot comes into frame, crashing into, like, five things on its way. It isn't a very good flier. ] Oh, my god, they fine us every time you break something— anyway. Look. Robot.

[ Clearly thinking his weapons are the shit, he grins and raises his eyebrows, still holding his literal taser-stick and talking to a robot. He looks a little crazy. Just a little. ]

i legit laughed for like five minutes at that tag dlghhdjgf rhys pl e a s e

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Hey, that fills all the qualifications a bomb needs. [ As long as it explodes, that's... pretty much what he cares about tbh. ]

Dude.

[ Stiles says, with the most emphasis a dude could ever have. So much its weight can be felt across the world. So much it probably leaves a permanent dent in the ground. ]

Dude.

[ Wait, no, scratch that -- that is the most weight any word in the world has ever carried. ]

I don't know where you got either of those, or the whole supernatural-hunter-slash-Tony-Stark thing you've got going, but I like you.

"tony stark" (unsure)s at stiles tbh

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[ I like you, Stiles says, and Rhys ducks his head, smile embarrassingly wide. It's nice to be liked, all right, he wants to be liked, and there aren't many people here who do like him. So. Don't judge him. ]

Oh, they're not from here, here sucks! But if you like those, then boy, do I have some things to show you. And more to tell you about. Oh, man, you're gonna lose your mind.

[ Already imagining being Stiles's badass new idol tbh ]

more like "tony stank" right................

[figureitout]

[ Now, here's the thing -- he meant that more in the sense of "you have cool things and that means you're in the okay book", but the guy seems so pleased that... he can't really correct him, either. Besides, aside from Peter, it's not like he's been making a whole lot of friends, so... maybe "now" is a good time to start.
]

Yeah, I kind of figured, they don't really seem like they have any robotic technology around in here. [ Or... any technology, really.

also "lose your mind" is... really not the association he wants to go for, here. You do not want to see that, Rhys, trust him on this. ]

Maybe we can avoid the losing any minds part and skip to the "telling about" part, I mean, if those things are from your home planet, then you have to tell me more. What does your robot do? Do you use that baton for fighting, regular people or, you know, more supernatural people? [ Not so much a badass idol and more the newest object of his unlimited curiosity... ]

[dbag]

Supern— [ His instinct is to go hell no, but he doesn't want Stiles to think he isn't cool. ] I mean. It's possible?

[ Nailed it. ]

But, uh, mostly for crazy people that are trying to kill you, and it works really well. [ Just straight up electrocutes them half the time, because APPARENTLY that is what stun batons do in Borderlands world. ]

And Dumpy here is an Atlas attack robot. Security for some top-secret stuff. He flies around and shocks people, and... he's kind of damaged right now, but I'm working on that.

[figureitout]

I am so taking that to mean "I have never actually seen the supernatural but I also don't want to admit that", dude, it's fine. I guess not all worlds actually, you know, have anything like that... and some worlds have nothing but magic and weird stuff going on all the time.

[ So, actually, "it's possible" is a smart way to look at it... if Rhys was saying it with full truth behind it, that is. ]

Hey, as long as it works! [ A pause. A heavy, considering pause. ] ... do you think I could get one of those, too?

[ He can already see himself, shock baton in hand, throwing it at Deucalion's smug face-- right, no, Scott actually made some weird deal with him. Peter's smug face, yeah, that's better. ]

... huh. Did he get damaged here, or was he like that when you got him? [ As in, did it already happen before this, back in wherever-the-hell-Rhys-is-from? ]

[dbag]

Oh, no, he's been like this. Forrrr a while now. Hence the name.

[ Dumpy makes a horrendous noise. ]

Anyway, uh, I guess you could get one? But I've only got one, and this one's mine, so... [ He inhales through his teeth, grimacing like he's sorry. He isn't sorry. ] Them's the breaks.

[figureitout]

- oh. So it's less nomen est omen and more... omen est nomen?

[ THAT TOTALLY WORKS. (hey, he's not the classical Latin translator here or anything, don't judge.) ]

Yeah, yeah, don't worry, you can be a special snowflake with that, dude, I'll think of something else. [ Probably. Maybe. It's not like he's been the world's greatest inventor of weaponry until this point, and frankly, after the recent... everything, he's not too sorry about it. ]

[dbag]

[ What Rhys hears is basically "nomenomenomenomen". ]

Uh. Yeah? Sure, why not.

[ He finds himself wondering how this conversation even came to be, then says, ] —Oh, yeah, the bomb thing. What ingredients do you need?

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... right.

[ THEY SURE DID GET SIDETRACKED THERE FOR A WHILE. ]

Uh, well, I've got coconuts and obsidian and the flowers are right there... oh, yeah, and this guy [ ANAKIN FREAKIN' SKYWALKER he will never be over this, ever ] said he'd get the sea urchins.