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red vs blue (d1) york

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[ if there's one person that has something of a habit of making grand entrances to the plane, it's this guy. first, it was hitting the ground running from an angry orange alien, and this time, he'll just be rolling in on a desk chair at a pretty high velocity, probably close to toppling ass over teacup the moment he loses any semblance of his balance, and it will be just one more instance of falling on his ass in this place that he can add to the list.

at least he's in his armor. that oughta soften the blow a little.

and anything is better than floating around in space after having nearly been blown the fuck up just because someone had neglected to tell him that the director had his own course of action should he not be able to take care of a little security bypass. that hadn't been giving him any trouble. at all. thank you, delta.

who is, of course, already bombarding him with questions in the back of his mind, and could somebody get york an aspirin, or something? he feels one hell of a headache coming on.

his chair slowly rolls to a stop, and he slumps over, elbows braced on his knees as he silently takes stock of himself. nothing hurts, his armor is intact, there's an annoying buzzing inside his head that is still finding ways to explain why it hadn't felt the need to let a certain somebody in on the fact that the director had a giant fucking laser pointed at his location for the entire duration of his mission … eh, par for the course. ]

Agent York, are you listening?

Tryin' not to, D … haven't quite worked on tunin' you out yet. Gimme a bit, and I'll have it down pat.

[ oi. ]

( ooc: this would be york's canon bump! which means he now has a certain cockbite of an ai with him, and we pre-emptively apologize for him. in entirety. )

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[she eyes him, unconvinced] Uh-huh. And, uh, how exactly are you planning to get out of space?

[at Delta's response, she snorts] All right, consider me corrected. Looks like computers are just as literal in the future. [meaning she'll obviously have to teach Delta about sarcasm later. and she smirks at York because yes, she heard Delta's commentary. but don't worry, she's not going to tease him. too much]

[when York begins to explain about AIs, however, her interest is piqued] Actually, he 'asn't. So, what, you're the first to get one? And the rest of your lot 'ave all got 'em coming, too?

I'm holdin' onto hope that they'll come get me, eventually. I'm one of their top agents, they can't leave me out there forever.

[ being number three on the board is still better than not being on it at all, even if he still isn't paying that much attention to it. texas is at the top, and that's pretty much all that matters. especially if your name is carolina and you're practically biting nails to be better than the new kid.

oh, and please don't teach delta about sarcasm. he'll learn about it just fine on his own – just look at who he get paired with. he's bound to evolve a sense of humor one of these days.

thankfully, the ai stays quiet when further questions come. thank you, sir. you're learning some manners, aren't you? ] No? Guess I'm not surprised. But yeah, I am … I was in the first implant group, and I don't really know the schedule for everyone behind me, but I'm guessin' that they're all gonna get one eventually.

[believe it or not, York is still not doing a terribly good job of convincing her] And how long are you expecting they will leave you out there?

[she hmmms in interest at his talk about AIs, though] They must think a lot of you for you to be first. I suppose that means you're better at 'andling your usual enemies than you are the Tabbalac. [she smirks]

[and as he describes the future plan, she nods. she's thinking of North, of course--not that she thinks there's any need to hide that fact. and so, she asks curiously:] Are they all like your green friend? Sort of...logical but alive?

[it's a completely valid description; in her experience, logic and life only rarely go together]

[ everyone has their bad days, okay? just let him have this one and continue thinking he's just the slightest bit important. ] I … honestly don't have a clue. [ eheh. heh. hush.

and excuse you! he wasn't ready for the tabbalac! ] Hey! That was a special case! Though I guess if I ever come up against some giant, orange insurrectionists, I can put two and two together and get a head start on 'em. [ yeah. see? nyah.

he thinks about her question, and honestly doesn't know how to answer it. ] If they're all gonna end up bein' like Delta, I feel for the agents that get 'em. [ snort. ] But I really don't know? They didn't tell me much about my own until after I got him. Honestly, I'm feelin' kinda like a guinea pig with all of this.

[she's still not terribly happy with that response, but since York seems to prefer to let his world handle it, she isn't going to interfere] Well, if it gets to be too long, just radio me, all right? I've got a teleporter that might be able to do something about it.

[she's still smirking, just as amused by his defensive declarations] I'm sure that makes you an asset to your team! [her tone is dry. York will have to decide whether she meant that sarcastically or not~]

[her expression is wry, and she gives a short, rather humourless chuckle] Believe it or not, Agent Manhattan, you probably are. I mean, especially if you're the first. Not sure how else experiments get tested. [this isn't helping her feel less nervous about the AIs, but from the little she saw of Delta, he didn't seem like a danger to York, so she figures she'll focus on that for now] But if he's working all right so far, that's a good sign. [because despite York's complaining, she didn't get the impression that he dislikes Delta]

… You do? [ do you think that would even work?

he guesses it couldn't hurt to try, push come to shove, but he still has faith that they'll come get him eventually.

his eyes narrow at her next response, and he's just short of sticking his tongue out at her for it. he knows you're being sarcastic, you big meanie. he really is important, okay. but if you take into consideration the crap he's been through, from the grenade incident to being implanted with the biggest green artificial cockbite known to man, he likes to think he's exempt from too much judgement on that front.

he groans a bit, rubs at his eyes. ] I probably am … yeah. Great. Thanks, Director – [ you'll learn to love the little guy, and you know it~ ] – but he's doin' his job, and I only get headaches sometimes, so I guess it could be worse.

[she nods] Yeah, I got it from this place. So if you want a ride back to your ship, you can 'ave it for a bit. Ah, it's not cursed--I've tested it. [she feels this is important to add because you never can trust objects you get from the Plane, after all]

[she knows you're important, York! but hopefully you're not expecting her to say it~]

He gives you headaches? [she frowns at that, still not really understanding how this process works. concerned, she adds:] Are they monitoring that?

[ true enough about that, eesh. there's nothing that he's gotten from this place – even for a small amount of time – that he thinks he could trust farther than he could throw it.

no matter what it is or how far he could throw it. ] If I end up needin' it, I'll come find you. [ his smile is genuine, not that it ever isn't where she's concerned, but still, it merits noting.

and he isn't expecting her to say a damn thing. psh, he doesn't need anyone else to tell him he's important~ ] I've told 'em about it, but they don't seem all that concerned. Gotta be because it's all new, right? [ he's not above speculation, and he's no stranger to headaches, especially since the grenade incident. ]

Good. [she smirks back, accepting that answer because she trusts from that smile that he means it]

I suppose so. [her tone is uncertain because she has to admit, she's completely out of her depth with this topic] Can't say I know 'ow it works--or how it's meant to. But if they 'aven't taken 'im away yet, I'm betting that's a good sign.

[not that she really understands that Delta is literally implanted. not yet, anyway]

[ of course he means it! he really doesn't want to be stuck in space forever. and if it comes to that … well, it'll be useful, naturally.

they're both a bit out of their depth where all of this is concerned, because it's just as new to him as he's pretty sure it is to her. hell, once he'd heard that he would be in the first implant group, he'd been a bit alarmed – not that he would ever admit as much, because that would be something like … admitting that he was nervous about it. and he's never nervous about anything.

~~and he's a goddamned liar.~~ ] Hell if I can say the same thing, I don't know how any of this stuff works. [ there might be a bit of an underlying tone of i wish i did, and it bothers me that i don't, but it's there and gone just as quickly. ] If all I ever have to deal with are headaches, though, I can handle it. I get those already.

[she frowns, still trying to get her bearings where all this is concerned, too] Well, can't you ask him? Delta, I mean. He's a computer--doesn't he know more about this?

[his mention of previous headaches does not make her feel any less concerned, either, even though she can guess at the reason. but she doesn't know how she could help, so all she can think of to say is:] Yeah, well, just...take care of yourself, Bermuda.

[ theoretically, she has a point. delta should be able to tell him some things, shouldn't he? but the fact of the matter is that given that he's only a fragment of a full ai, he won't know any more than york at this point.

but shh. no one knows that. ] I could try –

[ except. ] I am sorry to inform you that I do not have any more knowledge of my purpose within Project Freelancer than you do, Agent York. I was given to you in order to enhance your performance on the field – that is all I know.

[ well. there goes that.

york just … huffs. he hadn't expected that to work, anyway. ] Yeah, that's what I thought. No harm in askin', though, right?

Of course.

Guess that's that, huh?

Mm. [she gives Delta a curious look, wondering both why he doesn't know more and why he was so quick to cut in saying so. but she has a feeling any further questions will get a similar response, so she keeps those considerations to herself for the moment] Sounds like it for now, yeah.

Anyway, keep me in touch about your space adventures, all right? [because she still isn't particularly happy knowing she's leaving him floating in space, so she'll be looking forward to some news to the contray]

[ they're both going to be at a loss for this – but york will take it better than menzies, surely, because he doesn't often expect there to be any reason for someone saying something other than it being the truth.

except for that whole "we're the good guys, right?" business a while back. he's tried to forget all about that, focus on what lies ahead of him instead of what's in the past, but the fact that his new ai buddy doesn't know any more than he does about much of anything doesn't sit that well with him.

but he nods, gives a tiny little salute. ] You betcha. I don't expect to let 'em leave me out there forever. If I need you, I'll definitely let you know.

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