[ open log with york ]

[neverknocks]

who. agent york and YOU!!
what. fightin' adjutants and tryin' to survive during the event
where. anywhere in zeta district
when. all during the event -- friday, saturday, and sunday!
warnings. violence, probably!

[ Well, there's one thing York can say for Omega so far, and that's that the place is never boring. At Sacrosanct, things could go quiet and dull for weeks on end, but here, there's always something going on. And while she'd rather it were something a little less deadly, she'll take what she can get.

She has to be careful here, because there aren't any teleporters they'll pop back out from if they die. Here, they've only got one life. So she's being about as careful as she can stand to be, always leaving the apartment clad in full armor and well-armed. She doesn't know how many of these things there are roaming around out here, but there are plenty to kill, that's for sure. Besides which, she knows there have to be folks out there who can't defend themselves -- and okay, York doesn't really consider herself a hero or anything, but she figures as long as she's out here shooting these things she might as well be doing some good.

She can be found around the district at varying points over the weekend, either keeping the adjutants from getting too close to her and Wash's apartment, or venturing out to other areas to do a little pest control. She'll be happy to temporarily team up with anyone else out shooting adjutants, and to save anyone who might need it -- or if your character is more the type to do the saving, feel free. York needs her ass saved once in a while, too. ]

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momentarily breaks hiatus to tag this 'cause f yeeeaah

[traitortwin]

"Or something" is right. [She snorts.] I don't want to think about what the hell they're actually doing.

[And with the coast clear for the time being, she moves to York's side.] And yeah, you haven't changed much yourself, except for the whole girl part.

[Yeah, she's smirking behind that helmet.]

Come on. There's plenty of these things and they're not letting up. We need to do something about them.

8D!!

[neverknocks]

Glad to see you noticed.

[ It's wry, though, 'cause it's not like anyone could not notice. She hefts up her rifle, nodding at South, a bit of a grin in her voice. ]

Sure, lead the way, Boss.

[ You've always wanted to call the shots, right, South? ]

and now i'm back yeeeeeaaah

[traitortwin]

[Oh my God do not inflate her ego, that is the last thing she needs.

But yes she has always wanted that, you're damn right.]

Right. This way.

[And she starts walking! She'll eventually lead them back around to some signs of safety or civilization, or at least back toward North and Carolina... but she's definitely heading into the fray on her way there. Time to get a workout, I guess.]

[neverknocks]

[ York picks up the rear, rifle at the ready, but she can't help but glance back at South. Yeah, sure, she's the same old South, but...somehow, she doesn't seem quite as hotheaded. Still South for sure, but she seems...level, somehow. ]

Y'know, somehow I remember you being a lot...angrier. Is that just me?

[ Yeah, well, if this South's still got the temper York remembers, she's about to find out. ]

[traitortwin]

[Man, if you could only see that little twitch of hers under that helmet.]

Yeah? And what exactly is that supposed to mean?

[So about that temper...]

[neverknocks]

[ York should really do some backpedaling here. It is South, after all. But then again, York has never exactly been a paragon of good judgment. So she continues, her tone aggravatingly casual. ]

Yeah, I dunno. Seems like you've mellowed out a bit, is all. I feel like I remember you being a lot quicker to the punch, if you know what I mean. Figured you'd at least have taken a shot at me when you figured out I'm not exactly the York you know.

[traitortwin]

["aggravatingly," indeed. And it makes her attitude spike a little more.]

What, do you want me to take a few shots at you? Would it make you feel better? 'Cause if you haven't noticed, I think we've got a few, bigger problems on our hands.

[neverknocks]

Hey, I can live without a few face punches, thanks. Just thought I'd mention it.

[ yeah, okay, she should probably stop teasing South. North might have a few things to say about being antagonizing. York actually is pretty pleased to see her, given the circumstances.

But then some unpleasant noises start coming from an alleyway not too far from them. ]

Hey, uh, speakin' of bigger problems...

[traitortwin]

[South spares York one more unamused side-eying of a look, but that noise around the corner catches her attention pretty quickly too. She's already readying her pistol while the other woman points it out.]

Ugh. Of course. [She takes about a fraction of a second to think. Yep, only that long.] I’ll surprise 'em. Cover me.

[neverknocks]

[ what ]

Uh, you sure that's a good idea? I'm not exactly your brother, y'know.

[ Okay, okay, she's got her rifle, but she's really not the one providing cover. ]

[traitortwin]

[Eyeroll!]

Fine. Then what do you think we should do?

[neverknocks]

Uh, I dunno, play to our strengths? We're both front lines kinda people. Let's use that.

[ South how are you not dead yet ]

[traitortwin]

[give it time Because she hasn't been in charge, ever.]

Okay then, we move in on three. Better? [And because she's more than ready to go:] Sync?

[neverknocks]

Sync.

[ And then they move, 'cause York figures South can't stand much more planning than that. There're more of the adjutants for them to fight, and York fires a couple of rounds into one of their heads on approach. It stumbles and crumples to the ground in the path of another adjutant, causing it to stumble for just a moment -- creating the perfect opening for South. ]

[traitortwin]

[And South takes that opening easily, firing off a few shots of her own into the head of the stumbling adjutant immediately when York's finished.

There are more, though - so while the first two may no longer be an obstacle, a third one starts to rush toward them, and South has only enough time to get out of the way before she can line up another round of shots.]