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

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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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YEAH let's trust the weirdo in the sweater vest! Do you know what happened the last time I did that? I LOST MY FUCKING-

[ Hello extreme anger, how are you? Doing good? Doing good. That's just enough for him to port away, leaving Wash in the middle of nowhere and a hole in the wall. ]

[Wash just stops. Well. That's fucking perfect. He sighs and looks up.]

Next time you grab one of my friends, can you bring them with all of their memories? Is that too much to ask?

[Fuck you, Lux.]

-s is BULLSHIT!

[ Stumbling tumble as he rolls back against the wall, porting in from- somewhere wet as he's covered in water.

Okay.

Not in a wall. Not trapped. He can work with this. ]

Why do you have grey hair? What the FUCK is going on here, and where is your armor? You're never out of the armor are you TRYING to get shot?

[Wash takes a moment to visually confirm that that's water and not the shit that Bones was covered in when he got out of the sewers. Nope, just water. Good.]

[He just winces when York starts. Great lead in there, buddy.]

I don't usually wear armor in my room, which is where you grabbed me. People don't usually get shot around here.

[ He hasn't seen you in years but it's NOT so long as to give you hair like that, man. It's not right. It's fundamentally wrong like Florida looking pissed off or Maine actually SMILING.

These things did not happen. They don't. ]

...Sorry 'bout that.

[ He even manages to sound a little sorry. ]

[Wash just sighs. Right.]

Let's get going. It's a log walk, and I don't trust your accuracy.

...Look I just got here, okay?

[ Okay. Walking. God if he's gonna walk he's gonna crack the helmet and breathe. He pulls it off, ruffles his hands through his hair and hooks it onto the maglock at his hip. ]

I know. That's why I don't trust your accuracy.

[And he starts walking. If he has to walk halfway across the city in his socks, he's at least going to get in as much ribbing as he possibly can.]

...I bet I can get us closer.

[ It's better than making Wash walk. The alternative is... ]

Or I can carry you on my back. Seriously, Wash, you don't have shoes.

Nah, I'm not as big a fan of the architecture as you seem to be.

[Guess who doesn't want to get stuck in the wall. Guess.]

Then hop up, rookie. I'm not making you walk mostly barefoot however far we got.

[ He's in armor, Wash isn't. It wouldn't be that difficult. ]

[He is considering it. On one hand, he needs his feet in good working condition. On the other hand, York will never let him live it down. As an extension of the first hand, Bones will kill him.]

[In the end, it's the nickname that pushes him over the edge. He shakes his head and keeps walking.]

I'm not your rookie anymore, York, and I'm fine.

No you aren't, and you also aren't, but I am trying really, really hard to maintain my calm and get some sense of normalcy, okay? I got the armor, I got this weird- thing. This teleporting magic I can't even control and a hole in my brain.

[ It felt literal, that void where Delta should be. Sure, the suit was supposed to delete him but- He'd thought that since he walked out or woke up here D would be here too.

He isn't. ]

So I'm hanging onto what scraps I got left. Till I stop vanishing every time I get wound up.

[That brings him up short, and he stops. Delta. Lux didn't bring in Delta when he brought in York, no wonder York was panicking-]

[Well, fuck, he has a point. Was fixes him with a level stare.]

I swear, if you tell anyone...

[But he's already heading behind York, going around the right side. Fine.]

Lips are sealed.

[ Any other time he'd be joking. He'd have a crooked grin pasted on his face and a cant to his head but it's been years. It's been years and the one constant he'd had, the one person that kept him company, kept him safe, kept him sane- is gone.

Because he fucked up. That has to be what happened.

Wasn't good enough.

So it's not sarcastic. There is no smirk. There's no crooked anything other than a grimance that smooths out when Wash takes to his good side to walk around. He'd always been a good kid- not kid. Man. Jesus how old was he now? How much has he missed?

That all gets shoved to the back of his head as he crouches down so Wash can mount up. It'll be easy. ]

[Usually, York would be wearing a shit-eating grin that would make Wash immediately regret this decision. That grin was missing. York couldn't be doing too well with Delta missing, especially so abruptly. He bites back a sigh and climbs on, any joke he would've made dead before it could've started.]

Balance okay?

Yep. You got a good grip?

[ He could stick to back alleys and side streets- it was mostly habit anyway. Being seen means being shot and he's kind of had his fill of that. With the suit taking the bulk of the weight, Wash doesn't weigh much of anything as York steadies his hands and starts walking. ]

Lemme know if the shotgun digs into you, I can move it.

Yeah.

[He considers a joke - I'd offer to lay down cover fire, but I don't think we'll need it - and immediately clamps down on it. The last thing either of them need is for irony to kick them in the face, especially given that York's on the tail end of panic, Wash still isn't great with his magic, and irony tends to come in the form of Nox. Nope.]

It's fine.

[And because he needs confirmation:]

What's the last thing you remember before you got here?

[ If Wash didn't look how he did? He'd joke. He'd lie. Badly, but he'd lie. But This isn't a young man dealing with the fallout of someone else's mistakes. This is someone that's made his own, probably. He always had a knack for trouble. ]

Taking two in the chest courtesy of Reggie.

[ He's not an idiot. He knew what that meant, where it'd caught the armor, the status of the healing unit. How quietly terrified Delta had been. Damn left side. Damn Tex's gun jamming. Damn him for taking the job in the FIRST place. He hadn't owed her anything. ]

I guess you're from further down the line?

[Of course he didn't remember the Realm of Dreams. He'd woken up anyway. Wash was starting to think Luna was the anomaly instead of Celestia.]

A few years, yeah.

[Long enough to put most of Freelancer in the ground. That was a fun thought.]

[He taps York's shoulder.]

Keep to the left here. It's a shortcut.

[It's a direct walk through the park is what it is, but it's a lot shorter than going around.]

...did something happen? Beyond the obvious cuz- I was porting around earlier- god that's a weird verb. Porting. I need to think of a better one- anyway. Earlier, and I ran into a magical technicolor talking horse. That knew my name. And knew you. And knew about Delta. Or something. That's about when I decided I was hallucinating.

[ Through the armor he doesn't really feel the tapping, but the pressure's registered all the same. Left it is. ]

Please tell me the pony was a Hallucination.

[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. ]

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