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 Timothy sputtered at this, the O F F P U T T I N G  comment practically making him shake in his boots. Maybe it was something about the R E F L E C T I V E  surface of the other Vault Hunter’s mask. Maybe it was the fact that they were widely known for their deadly skills; especially when they had that W I C K E D  sword in their grip.  

   Should he be careful? Take the words with a grain of salt? What if they were just messing around? Testing the waters. T E A S I N G  him.But what if it was just a ruse? Some sort act to get him to put his guard down so they could strike accordingly. Was there some sort of Vault Hunter code? 

       ❛ Don’t strike a fellow hunter blah blah blah ❜ ? 

   Or maybe that had been some silly N O N S E N S E that  JACK  told him to make him feel better about other Hunters he might have come across or worked with. He felt lightheaded, making a small disheartened noise as he tried to calm himself before he worked into a panic attack; completely dropping his act for what must have been at L E A S T  a few minutes. 

seeing zer0 after what felt like forever, it was the biggest feeling of relief you’ve had in a while. they were okay !   you can’t help yourself when you quickly hug them.  working alongside them made you feel, for lack of a better term, awesome. 

Rhys twiddled his thumbs, clearly anxious. Not only was the company piling on him his best bro was here! And not looking for a mission or to kill. Just a chat, this meant a lot to him and when the other shows concern for his well being it made his soul warm. Just the thought of him getting to hang out with such a cool assassin? Hell yeah, he was excited!

However, he felt his heart sink when he declined his offer. Now he just felt stupid. Of course they wouldn’t want to go to the lazy river. He was right, with this war going on he should stay right here. He accepted his fate until he lit back up at the new suggestion. 

[[continued from x]]

All he had wanted was confirmation. Seeing the numerous posters tacked up on wanted boards with the mysterious masked visage; hearing the hushed, late-night rumors spreading through the juke joints scattered across Pandora of a sword-wielding assassin; following oddly-shaped footsteps across the sands that seemed to dissipate only moments after they had been made---

Yes, seemed quite a bit like them.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to be found---at least, not until the time came. But the game was up now---seemed it was “the time” then---and therefore there was no use stalking about anymore, now that he had been targeted by his target. Out from the shadows, then, from the veil of darkness and into the subtle glow of the makeshift campfire, a long-haired cowboy with a single golden eye and scarred cheek tipped his dusty hat in amicable greeting.

JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS / PART TWO; Accepting!!

“–Yeah yeah! Screw you too, you asshole!” Oooh, this was bad. Bad bad bad. Of all the crapshoots he’s wound up in over the years, this certainly takes the God DAMN cake. 

The man’s been taunting the Vault Hunters for ages now. Poking at the figurative beehive and stirring up the buzzing danger inside–only to whistle innocently and shove Timothy forward to reap the consequences. A trip to Opportunity! A vacation. Easy Peasy! Kick your feet up Tim-Tam! Blow up some loaders and oversee the construction to make sure it’s up to Jack’s high standards.

He should have known there was a catch. There was ALWAYS a catch when it comes to Handsome Jack. And that catch is staring him down from the other side of a glass wall. He’d been assured that it was indestructible. Unbreakable. The finest Hyperion has to offer. But watching the Assassin sizing him up from the other side–it’s more than enough to cause a flicker of doubt. Especially when one can see the litter of dismantled Loader bot’s in the distance. His best line of defense, left to nothing but smoking pieces and sparking wires. Beyond repair. At least in the time it might take to need them once more. 

“You really think you’re gonna walk out of this alive? You come into my house? And–what? What you think you’re gonna strike me down?” There’s no doubt, that given the opportunity, Jack would slaughter the Vault Hunters. That failing to do so is going to redirect all that outrage in Tim’s own direction the moment he steps foot back on Helios.