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All in all you're just another brick in the wall [ Open ]

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!

[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

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[Ah, fuck. Well, that cat's out of the bag.]

She's not a hallucination. Her name's Luna. She's a friend.

...believe it or not, this is not the first weirdass dimension I've been pulled into. Not your first, either. Luna was in the last one; I don't know why she and I remember it and you don't.

So I've been through something like this before but I can't remember it.

[ While having a hole in his brain and having recently been KO'd at the mercy of someone that could deliver him somewhere people had a habit of fucking with the human mind.

Slow breaths. Slow, deep breaths. He does not need to jump again everything is cool, everything is fine-

Nope that's a spike of panic get ready for a ride, Wash.

Good news is they make it to the park! Bad news is they're about fifty feet up. Mehish news is they're above a pond! Nothing for York in the armor but if he loses wash- Well. That'd be a bad day all around, wouldn't it? ]

Shit shit shit hang on-

Kind of. I liked the other dimension better-

[Which is all the further he's gotten before they're suddenly fifty feet in the fucking air damn it York-]

[Oh, hey, they made it to the park. Fucking fantastic. Fifty feet above a pond that is not incredibly deep. He clamps a hand over his nose and hangs on. Impact is going to be a bitch either way, but hopefully he's less likely to die with York taking the brunt of it.]

[That is not going to stop him from screaming all the way down.]

DAMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

[ It's instinct and some kind of fucked up reflex that has him scrabbling a hand at his hip, yanking his helmet free and slamming it on all while angling himself to take the brunt of the impact. With the biofoam and cushioning and enough experience to know this'll just sting like a bitch but won't kill him- he's set. Not as sure about Wash, though.

Shit. He owes Wash a drink after this. ]

Cover your head-

[ The armor's heavy. Really heavy. IT makes the drop go by faster than it probably should and maybe he shouldn't have spread his arms and legs to break as much water as possible to spare wash in the most epic belly flop ever, of all time, but hey. Instinct to cover is instinct to cover. AT least the water tight seal keeps him dry even as his HUD fills with unhappy text about being submerged. ]

[At the last possible second, Wash unhooks his legs from around York's waist and pulls them in, curling up as tight as he could behind York's back and cushioning his head with his arms.]

[It's still a rough impact, and there's a moment of disorientation as it rattles through him. It's only a moment, though, and he gets his wits about him soon enough, turning and kicking to the surface.]

[It's a shallow pond, at least, and he doesn't have to swim far before his toes hit bottom and he can walk to shore, where he waits for York, dripping and seething.]

[ Smart guy. Ten points.

York Walks along the bottom of the pond (armor is HEAVY) and struggles his way up the muddy side till he's on the shore. ]

Still not the worst thing I've been covered with today. Sorry.

[By the time York makes it out, Wash has already yanked off his shirt and socks and wrung them out and is attempting to wring out his sweatpants while still wearing them. That apology is not going to stop him from grousing.]

Congratulations! You found the park.

Better the pond than a vat of spaghetti sauce. Or what I'm pretty sure was the inside of a massive computer. Or an aquarium. Or the fountain on top of the central tower. Or in the subway- the subway here, by the way? Really fucking creepy, man.

[ He'd only been there for half a second but it was a fucking TERRIFYING half a second. ]

[THAT gets his attention.]

Stay out of the subway.

[That's an intensity that came out of nowhere and seems to fade just as quickly. Wash shakes his head, pushes his dripping hair out of his eyes, and starts walking.]

C'mon.

[They came out of the pond on the side closest to the spire, at least. Small favors.]

Not like I'll ever need to use it.

[ He can just think himself somewhere else. As...soon as he gets the hang of it. He trudges along behind Wash, uncharacteristically quiet. No jokes, no chatter. That'd been a little too close for comfort, there. When it was just him it was fine, he'd deal but-

Yeah. ]

[A quiet York is never a good sign. After a few moments, Wash falls into step with him and puts a hand on his shoulder.]

Everyone does dumb shit when they're trying to get used to their magic. Don't worry about it.

I've kind of gotten enough friends killed to not want to do it anymore.

[ Still. He unhooks his helmet and scrubs at his bad eye, rubbing away a dull ache. Do not think about Delta. Do not think about Connie or Carolina. ]

So. Magic, huh? What's yours?

[BOY DOES HE KNOW THAT FEEL.]

I'm a little harder to kill than that.

[Let's not talk about the fact that he's died once already, okay? Okay. Cool. He's keeping his hand on York's shoulder, though. Anchor.]

Wind, evidently.

I figure. [ Honestly if he'd had to pin who he thought would survive everything? Wouldn't have been Wash. It'd be Carolina but- well. He knew how wrong he was on that count. ] Wind? So you summon cool breezes and shit?

If by "cool breezes" you mean "wind strong enough to tear apart shadow monsters," sure! I do that.

[Once. He'd done it once. And it'd nearly killed him. Let's not mention that.]

Always knew you were fulla hot air.

[ There it is. There's the crooked little hook of a smirk, the old teasing tone. Normalcy. ]

[Yep, there it is. And this is Wash, whacking him upside the head.]

Says the guy who literally got stuck in a wall ten minutes ago.

[ Not normally Wash's job but- it's just them so he lets it slide with a crackle of laughter. ]

That was an accident. Now that I know what I'm doing, kinda, I'll get better at this.

[He just smirks. That's better.]

Uh-huh. And how many people have 'teleporting and screaming' as a first impression of you?

As many as saw you getting dragged behind niner's pelican like a kite by the codpiece.

[ Shit he will never let Wash live down. Ever. ]

[He tries not to choke, tries not to let York know how easily he'd gotten to him. Just because he'd told Tucker about it doesn't mean he wants the whole world to know!]

Damn it York!

'I don't want to end up like Georgia!' [ He pitches his voice in panicked mimicry, laughing afterward. ] You were so scared.

[So far, in the space of ten minutes, he's been yanked halfway across the city, screamed at, dropped into a pond, and mocked. Yeah, this is exactly what he wanted.]

[He picks a sodden sock off his shoulder, where he's hung them to drip, and throws it at York, aiming to hit him across the face. At least it's not York's blind side.]

[ It is not York's blind side. It IS enough to startle him into Vanishing between one step and the next.

God DAMN it! ]

[Wash stops walking and folds his arms. Last time, it only took York a minute or so to get back to him. So he pauses and he waits.]

[And waits.]

[And waits.]

[It's a good five minutes before he accepts that York has vanished to parts unknown and taken Wash's sock with him. He heaves a sigh and heads for the high rises. He'd get there soaking wet, with his shirt off and one sock missing.]

[Yep. Bones was gonna kill him.]

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