He left the coliseum quickly, wanting to find out where he is. For some reason he can't get ahold of coordinates for this location, and upon stepping outside he figures that's got something to do with the fact that he's in a vast cavern. Underground, for sure. Nowhere he recognizes and no one in sight is in armor.
Also, there are giant rats leaping off the buildings onto him. So that's something else that's new.
It's pretty much impossible for the rodents to get through York's suit, but that doesn't mean they aren't trying. And when enough of them gang up on him they'll knock him down, gnawing at the joints of his armor, trying to find a weakness. Surely there's a delicious human snack inside the metal tin they've found.
Three shots ring out down the empty city street, shots that went straight through the heads of the rats that were attacking him. York shoves their corpses off him with a grunt and stands up, grimacing at the blood and brain on him now. Not that you can see his expression inside his helmet, but the disgust is clear in his voice. ]
Ugh, somebody hose me down.
[ Worse still, the blood may attract more rats... ]
HOPE;
[ He nearly steps on the mirror, the rat blood smearing his visor making it hard to see. It's the glint of light in his path that gets his attention, and York kneels to pick up the little mirror. What's it doing here, out on the street? Somebody must have dropped it, he thinks, until he looks into it and sees... himself?
Too curious to squint through the blood, York pulls off his helmet and looks again. It's him, alright, and a woman with shockingly red hair and bright blue-green eyes. They're both smiling, just sitting together outside on a hill, somewhere nondescript but lush and peaceful.
And that's how you'll find him -- his helmet under one arm, the mirror in the other hand, just staring into it like it holds the secrets of the universe. He's not so spellbound that he won't hear incoming people or rats, but at the moment the street seems quiet and so does York, as he gazes into his hopeful future. ]
Agent York | Red vs Blue
[ York has no idea where he's wound up.
He left the coliseum quickly, wanting to find out where he is. For some reason he can't get ahold of coordinates for this location, and upon stepping outside he figures that's got something to do with the fact that he's in a vast cavern. Underground, for sure. Nowhere he recognizes and no one in sight is in armor.
Also, there are giant rats leaping off the buildings onto him. So that's something else that's new.
It's pretty much impossible for the rodents to get through York's suit, but that doesn't mean they aren't trying. And when enough of them gang up on him they'll knock him down, gnawing at the joints of his armor, trying to find a weakness. Surely there's a delicious human snack inside the metal tin they've found.
Three shots ring out down the empty city street, shots that went straight through the heads of the rats that were attacking him. York shoves their corpses off him with a grunt and stands up, grimacing at the blood and brain on him now. Not that you can see his expression inside his helmet, but the disgust is clear in his voice. ]
Ugh, somebody hose me down.
[ Worse still, the blood may attract more rats... ]
HOPE;
[ He nearly steps on the mirror, the rat blood smearing his visor making it hard to see. It's the glint of light in his path that gets his attention, and York kneels to pick up the little mirror. What's it doing here, out on the street? Somebody must have dropped it, he thinks, until he looks into it and sees... himself?
Too curious to squint through the blood, York pulls off his helmet and looks again. It's him, alright, and a woman with shockingly red hair and bright blue-green eyes. They're both smiling, just sitting together outside on a hill, somewhere nondescript but lush and peaceful.
And that's how you'll find him -- his helmet under one arm, the mirror in the other hand, just staring into it like it holds the secrets of the universe. He's not so spellbound that he won't hear incoming people or rats, but at the moment the street seems quiet and so does York, as he gazes into his hopeful future. ]