o3; [In the fight between being secure and being subtle, secure had won out by a landslide. He'll take off the armor when he's not so openly suspicious. Estimates are putting that at about... never.
So Wash is still in full gear, all sore-thumb and awkwardly making his way through civilians (most of whom are stepping aside for him anyway). His number one objective is finding out what the fuck is going on, and what the fuck is really going on, and not just what the soldiers and doctors fed him. He doesn't buy it. Too simple, the science aside.
One kid, maybe no more than six, scrambles up to him, breaking away from a concerned-looking parent, and holds up a pen and a pad of paper to him.]
... uh, I don't think so. [He pushes them back to her after he processes that she wants an autograph. That's novel. What the hell would he write anyway?
The kid bursts into tears. Even with a helmet on, Wash looks frantic. This is not his area of expertise.]
o4; [Gathering info is going spectacularly poorly. Between his shitty people skills and the defensiveness of the citizens, Wash is pretty much out of luck as far as starting to piece together even the basics. No one volunteers anything besides attitude. So much the better, he guesses. He can mind his own business.
At least, until one of the citizens bumps into him glancingly. Y'know. In that big-city pickpocket way.]
Seriously? [How did he even know the armor has storage compartments? Wash starts after him.]
Agent Washington | Red Vs. Blue
So Wash is still in full gear, all sore-thumb and awkwardly making his way through civilians (most of whom are stepping aside for him anyway). His number one objective is finding out what the fuck is going on, and what the fuck is really going on, and not just what the soldiers and doctors fed him. He doesn't buy it. Too simple, the science aside.
One kid, maybe no more than six, scrambles up to him, breaking away from a concerned-looking parent, and holds up a pen and a pad of paper to him.]
... uh, I don't think so. [He pushes them back to her after he processes that she wants an autograph. That's novel. What the hell would he write anyway?
The kid bursts into tears. Even with a helmet on, Wash looks frantic. This is not his area of expertise.]
o4; [Gathering info is going spectacularly poorly. Between his shitty people skills and the defensiveness of the citizens, Wash is pretty much out of luck as far as starting to piece together even the basics. No one volunteers anything besides attitude. So much the better, he guesses. He can mind his own business.
At least, until one of the citizens bumps into him glancingly. Y'know. In that big-city pickpocket way.]
Seriously? [How did he even know the armor has storage compartments? Wash starts after him.]
WILDCARD???