New York (
agentnewyork) wrote2012-08-15 05:23 pm
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[York lifts his hand in a kind of wave to Washington, before setting off to get to the lounge. There's an announcement overhead, though.]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]
[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]
[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]
[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]
[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]
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[York points to Delta, who's still hovering above his shoulder, thankfully staying quiet.
York goes quiet, too. Just staring at the little AI. Delta turns to face him, and they just look at each other for a moment. York decides that, well, if he's going to be stuck with Delta, he might as well make the best of it.]
So, you're gonna help me out, right?
I was made to do so.
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[Obviously.
When York's attention is turned to Delta though, Wash finds his is too. He watches the AI, then watches the two stare at each other, his focus shifting back and forth between them when they then speak. Then, he grows curious again, because while this is weird and he can't imagine what it's like, he's interested and honestly just a little bit fascinated.]
Wait, help how?
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[York shrugs, turning back to face Washington. Delta gives a single nod, and speaks to York.]
Perhaps I can keep watch on your left side for you.
[York looks to Delta.]
Yea, that'd be cool, actually. Thanks, D.
'D'? Are you speaking to me?
Who else?
I am just making sure.
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Well, that explained it well. Wash doesn't push the question further though. ...Mostly because York is speaking with Delta again and he doesn't want to interrupt. They have to get along, right? What with sharing a head and all. Might as well let them talk without cutting in. So, Wash waits until they seem to be finished, a hint of amusement playing on his face.]
York nicknames everyone. There's no point in fighting it, or anything. ...I mean, if you were even going to. I don't know--I... [He trails off because he's not really sure where he's going. He starts off speaking normally, but as he realizes that he's talking to an AI, he realizes that...well, he's not sure how to talk to an AI. It's weird. So, as is his custom, he gets awkward and eventually slumps his shoulders over, giving up on trying to correct or explain himself.]
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Yes, he's always this awkward.
I was not going to say--
Well, you got an answer anyway.
[York is grinning again, and he reaches over to give Wash a pat on the shoulder.]
It's fine, dude. Just relax. Delta doesn't bite. ...At least, I hope not.
I am incapable of actually 'biting'. You do not have to worry.
See?
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He's done spluttering by the time York pats his shoulder, and he looks up at that grin. That stupid grin... And again, he listens to the banter between York and the AI.]
I didn't think that he does. ...I just--I don't know, it's just kind of...weird. ....And I'm not awkward. [Liiiieeeesssss.] I...just don't know what to...or how to...I mean, it's--he's--a computer program. I don't know how to talk to.... You know what, I'm just...gonna stop talking now.
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[York smirks in Delta's direction, proving that he was right about Washington being awkward. Delta just brushes it off, choosing not to comment.
York then turns his sight back onto Washington.]
So, you came all this way to visit me. We might as well hang out, right?
[Yea, because the last time they hung out worked so well. But, hey, they don't have to stay in York's room. Not if Wash doesn't want to.]
We can either chill here, or go train some more? Or make more pudding. You can show me how good a pudding-maker you are, since you're so much better at it than me.
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No, no more pudding. I'd rather do something that we can't get in shit for. ...You said Delta is supposed to help you on missions, right? Well...I mean, it might be a good idea to get some training in with him, so you know what you're doing? [York is already good, and Wash imagines that with an AI to assist him...he'll be an even tougher opponent. But hey, he can at least offer him some help in getting used to fighting with an AI in his head now, right?]
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[York begins with the first mention of yesterday.]
Never think I don't know what I'm doing.
[York was fully armored again, standing in the middle of a training room. Delta was looking around, taking in his surroundings.
York cracked his knuckles, waiting to start.]
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You want to do lockdown paint this time? [He knows he's going to get his ass handed to him this time, unless on the off chance that York's too disoriented to fight as well as usual. But with the way he's been talking with Delta already, Wash is pretty sure that's not going to happen, and that York is just going to have an even easier time defeating him.]
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You're gonna watch my left, right?
Of course.
[York moves over, grabbing a pistol filled with the lockdown paint bullets, and pillars rise up from the ground to make this more of a challenge.]
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You ready? [He calls out to York, thumbing the safety of the pistol to the 'off' position and prepares himself. This stuff stings like a bitch, and he knows he's going to get hit with it more than he'd like.]
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[York shouts back from his hiding place behind one of the many pillars. The safety on his gun is pushed of 'off', and he waits to see if he can hear Wash's movements. Delta stays quiet in his head until needed.]
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He circles around at a slow pace, stopping here or there until he's behind Washington.
He fires a bullet aimed for Wash's torso, and then ducks behind another pillar to hide.]
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He keeps his distance for now, and Delta's keeping up the warning so York can check and know where Wash is before making any more movements. He walks out from his hiding place, and again starts to look for Wash, keeping his pistol raised.]
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He doesn't try to keep his movements as quiet as before. Now that he can't really move his upper body much, it's just more of a hassle to work on keeping his footing light.
At one point, he spots a sign of movement out of the corner of his eye. He pauses and turns his head, only to spot York disappearing behind another pillar across the training floor. Determined, he turns and starts heading over that way, moving in a straight line in order to gain some speed. His speed is already hindered by the paint, weaving between the pillars isn't about to help. It takes a minute, but finally he's close enough to York that he fires a couple shots; one is aimed for a shoulder, the other at York's leg.]
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He starts to stumble forward, pulling the trigger to release another bullet, hoping this one will catch Wash in the stomach.]
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...So, did anyone win?
[He asks.]
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When he hears York speak, Wash lifts his head to get a better look at him and puffs out a breath before just letting it fall back to the ground.]
I don't know. Can anyone win here? [He figures that if someone can still move, they probably win. ...He doesn't say this out loud, however, because he definitely can't move enough for it to be considered a win. He can't even get to his feet.]
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Um, probably not. I mean, unless you want to give the win to me.
[He grins from where he's lying on the ground.]
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[Wash shakes his head and just stares up at the ceiling far above. Hey, a tie was the closest he's ever come to beating York, though...he doesn't really count this as much of a victory because he hadn't exactly used much skill. Most of his hits had been made by firing randomly in York's direction as he emptied his pistol all at once. Not exactly how you wanted to behave in a real fight. ...He makes plans to do better next time.]
Well. This is kind of...embarrassing. [Both of them lying, stuck to the floor? Yeah, that wasn't something he wanted anyone to see.]
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