thesphererp | [video // @jackwynand56] second transmission.

[This video is in first person. It's also shaky, and any ambient sound in the area is completely overshadowed by the sound of Jack's heavy, panicked breathing.

The scene is much like everyone else's - blood, a severed communication device, and a healthy scattering of moss. But this time it's outside of Angel's door. Angel should have been safe, he'd checked on her, if he can't keep her safe then- then-

There's something metal on the floor. Even in the state he's in, he can't ignore something like that - his programming wouldn't let him. His left hand reaches out and a spark of electricity shoots from his fingers to the object. His hand is actually going pretty crazy at the moment, with his veins repeatedly illuminating and setting off sparks. Jack doesn't seem to notice this though, and snatches the piece up before opening his palm to show his audience.

Whatever it is, it looks like a broken key. It also looks very similar to whatever the Sphere is made of. Both of these are thoughts that do not cross Jack's mind - what does cross his mind is that this thing is important, and that he's going to destroy anything in his path to find his friend.

He stuffs the metal piece into his sweater, and the transmission ends.]

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What are you doing?! Hold on, I'm coming to you!

[As if as a reply, another bolt of electricity escapes Jack's hand and all but evaporates a clump of moss.

He can't think of words to say at the moment.]

[After sending out a message for most people to leave this scene to her, John just shows up, and her eyes look to the man who keeps letting electricity out of his hands.]

Hey, Jack, right? I need you to stop so we can look around here to find her.

[He had started to calm down a bit, but he hadn't expected anyone to show up and he reacts without thinking about it. Back in Rapture, unexpected voices meant seconds to spare before he'd be riddled with bullets and he can't afford to waste time checking.

He whips around and a bolt of electricity, on par with a lightning bolt, arcs in John's direction.]

[When the lightning bolt comes in her direction, John lets out a little yelp and she loses her physical form for a moment, just becoming a see-through outline of a small woman. When he stops she just takes a deep breath.]

I know it's scary, okay, but I'm here to try and help find Angel and everyone else missing. She's your friend, right? Well, Laurie's my friend too and I just wanna find her.

[Jack seems equally afraid when she disappears; he doesn't want to learn the hard way that there are splicers around, and turning invisible is definitely a splicer thing.

But then she's back, and talking, and Jack slowly starts to unwind. Not much, but something like a stray dog watching food. Carefully, uneasily.]

How'd you do that? [He hesitates.] Aren't you hurt?

No, you can't hurt me. I'm dead. I died a long time ago. I'm a ghost, but I'm not here to hurt you. My girlfriend Laurie is one of the people missing, and I'm just here because I want to help find her and Angel and everyone else.

Can you take a deep breath, and not do it again though? It's still kinda scary. I don't like being scared either.

[Rudy's reply comes much later. In the evening, after he comes across a similar scene. He plays the video back in his head, sees the broken key, and opens up the connection.]

That - what - what is that? What is that?

[Pardon him, he's a bit panicked at the moment.]

The fuckin' key, man! Oh - hang on -

[He broadcasts the view from his own eyes, looking down into his hand. There in the center is the other half of the key.]

D'you see this?

[Jack is calmer now than he was originally, but not by much. He can focus, but his left hand is still sparking and sizzling with electricity and he's out in one of the miscellaneous domes.

But when he sees the key fragment he focuses sharply on it, pulling his own fragment out and reasoning out how they would fit together-]

There's another one. Another piece, that's not all of it.

[He glances around and realizes that he actually still doesn't know the layout of the place.]

Where are you? I need that.

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I’m over by me pod! By the — [In a bit of a panic, here. Rudy temporarily forgets the number to his pod, and turns to face the door.]

Fuckin’ — 206! It’s pod 206. [But you can see that.]

Mm.

[It takes a bit to find his way there, but nothing stops a man with a purpose. And well, hopefully Rudy doesn't mind the smell when he does. Jack tends to smell pretty strongly of fish and tobacco.

At least his skin has stopped sparking. But he is holding a pipe wrench.]

Key. [He holds out his hand in a gesture that's more of a demand than a request.]

[Rudy's leaning against the wall waiting for him. His eyes widen at the sight of the pipe wrench, and he stands up slow, his fingers moving toward his shirt pocket.

He's not going to not give Jack the key. He's just taking a second with it.]

D'you know what it's for?

[It's out of his pocket now. Jack could snatch it out of his hand, if he wanted.]

[Jack's eyes follow the key as if he's locked onto it, and he snatches it away the moment he can. Rudy might get a bit of static shock from the touch.

At the question, he just shakes his head idly. He puts his wrench back into his sweater and rummages in there a bit before pulling out his own piece. He connects them together, proving his theory that there's another chunk missing. They just don't look right like that.]

It'll help. I think.

[Or it will make things much, much worse. Tends to be one or the other in his experience.]

[Rudy watches him put the pieces together, with rapt attention, and then...]

That's not the whole thing.

[He frowns.]

Well, where the bleedin' Christ is the other piece?

[He shrugs.]

Where'd you get this?

[Both pieces are going in his sweater for safe keeping.]

Just over by where I found his - [His blood. But Rudy is already moving to lead Jack there. He takes a couple of blind steps backwards, points a finger over his shoulder, pivots back toward the congealing pool of blood outside his pod door. The communicator is gone - into Rudy's pocket - and there's a cigar nearby, which Rudy hasn't touched.]

Over here.

Who's the missing one this time?

[Ivar's tone is a bit flat, like someone who has been watching reruns of a TV show for too long. He doesn't particularly care too much about people disappearing left and right, but considering that's what everyone is focused on right now, he's been being nosy and not at all very helpful.]

[That tone of voice frustrates him - more than that, in the state he's in it boils his blood. For someone to be so nonchalant when Angel is missing, like that doesn't matter!

Jack doesn't reply in words, but he does (accidentally?) send a video of himself clutching his hands to his face and letting out an abstract yell of frustration. His hands are currently both shooting off electricity.]

[Interesting how he seems to be giving off electricity like a faulty circuit breaker. At one point in his life, that might have seemed strange. Now, Ivar is just interested, much more so then he is with the actual events of the kidnappings going on around him. He tsks.]

That's not going to help anyone even if it makes you feel better.

Shut up!

[Jack's voice makes him sound like a grown man, but his tone is that of a child; thrill and desperate. He can't hurt someone who isn't physically there, so he's left feeling cornered.

A ripple of electricity shoots off of him, leaving his veins itching as the EVE leaves his body.]

[Ivar should really stop poking someone with uncontrollable emotional powers with a stick, but if he did, he wouldn't be Ivar.]

Throwing a temper tantrum isn't going to solve anything.

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