⊕— GRIF. ✕ 

      HE WASN’T CERTAIN “EASY” WAS A good description for any of them lately, truthfully speaking. It was almost impressive how quickly quiet retirement life was flipped upside-down on its head. A part of him felt that he shouldn’t have been too surprised though -- it seemed that chaos was always right around the corner for them.  ❝ Glad to have you back. Uh, wish the circumstances weren’t so..Chaotic. But still. ❞  It was nice to have everyone together again, despite the situation they were in. It never did feel quite the same when they weren’t all together.

      The edge of his lip quirked upwards a little but as Grif glanced back at him.  ❝ Thanks. It’s nice to be back. I guess I’m lucky I’ve always been a bit of a cockroach. ❞  A bit of an understatement if he was being honest, but it was alright.

⊕— FELIX. ✕

      IT WAS INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT TO RESIST the urge to roll his eyes. Whether or not Felix truly had ‘changed’, one thing was for certain -- he was still just as irritating to listen to as he had been before.  ❝ I never said I was innocent. ❞  He snipped back.  ❝ But I’d say I earned my place. And never once did I go around flaunting that I was suddenly ‘good’. ❞  He had been given a second chance -- he was confident that he had been able to utilize that opportunity to the fullest, but he knew that the blood stained on his hands could never quite disappear.

      Wash sighed a little, frustration barely contained. He didn’t lower his gun completely, but his posture went the slightest bit lax. This was stupid; surely someone should have let him know something as important as ‘hey Felix is back, but it’s okay because he’s actually on our side now’.  ❝ You know what ? Sure. I do want to hear from someone I can actually trust that I shouldn’t be shooting you right now. ❞  He shook his head.  ❝ Look, think about this from my perspective, okay ? I don’t think you’d trust me, had the positions been swapped. ❞

⊕— STRANGER. ✕

      BEING TRAPPED ON THE WAR-TORN planet of Chorus meant that a lot of strange scenarios were tossed in Wash’s direction. Each time they did, he didn’t suspect anything could top the last one -- to which he was typically greatly mistaken. This situation was no different really. 

      There wasn’t a lot of time they were given under these circumstances to really examine the -- stranger that had seemingly just fallen from the sky. A lot all happened at once -- a sudden skirmish with the Space Pirates, something they hadn’t anticipated, && a stranger dropping into the midst of the crossfire. Thankfully ( or, unfortunately ? Wash had yet to form an opinion on if this newcomer was going to be helpful to them, or a danger. ) they managed to take cover with a piece of debris. Even so, as they made their way to where Wash and his men were, the former freelancer didn’t hesitate to aim his weapon at them. 

      They didn’t look like their typical enemies, but it didn’t mean they could afford to be so complacent as someone of unknown origins made their way behind their only secure area for the moment.

      Still, he wasn’t so heartless as to simply shoot them without giving them any sort of chance. That person wasn’t who he was anymore, after all. And they seemed so confused && disoriented as he would expect someone that had just fallen into the midst of a battle to feel. Wash narrowed his eyes a little under his visor, && though he didn’t lower his weapon, his posture went a bit lax. As lax as it could during a fight.

      ❝ I’m not going to shoot you. Just don’t give me a reason to have to. ❞  Wash replied, the tone of his voice obvious in the fact that he still didn’t trust him for the time being.  ❝ Do -- You even have a weapon ? If so, start shooting. We’re sitting ducks out here. ❞ 

⊕— STRANGER. ✕

      WELL HE WASN’T ENTIRELY SURE WHAT this boy had been through, nor did he plan to pry much further. But even if he hadn’t mentioned running off, it was obvious in the way he held himself. ( After all, Wash had been there before himself. He knew the signs well enough by this point. ) He offered the boy a small little smile of his own, hopefully reassuring. 

      ❝ Well there’s nothing wrong with starting over. Everybody deserves a second chance. ❞ Where would he have been without one of his own ?

      Still, he’s a bit concerned that this kid doesn’t seem to have -- well, any clue about this city’s reputation. Was he all alone ? He looked so young.  ❝ I'm sure you can. It just seems like you’re a little lost. ❞  Metaphorically or literally ? His head tipped, shooting a glance to some of the buildings that surrounded them.  ❝ It’s been tame for the most part. But this city has a lot of super hero / super villain activity. I think it can be a bit JARRING for newcomers sometimes. ❞

⊕— CONNIE. ✕

      ❝ HEY, AT LEAST YOU DON’T LOOK like a walking road. Seriously -- They couldn’t have picked ANY other color schemes ? ❞  He would’ve preferred something like a brown color, it made better camouflage. ( Grey was okay for that too, he supposed. But the fact that he looked like a highway was still a bit annoying. ) 

      Wash tilted his head to the side a little, returning the look Connie was giving him as he examined her helmet. Under his visor, the blond quirked his lips in a small grin.  ❝ It’s..Unique. Nothing wrong with a little different. ❞ 

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      THIS WAS STUPID. HOW COME IT was so easy to get himself into such a stupid situation, but not out of it ? Wash didn’t even really consider himself afraid of heights -- but for some reason there was such a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. ( Maybe he was afraid of heights ? He would have to think about that more later. )

      Carolina && Maine’s eyes on him didn’t really help to calm him down much. He sucked in a sharp inhale, focusing on trying to scrapple his way up the side of the cliff && putting his screaming on the back burner for the moment. But he was at an awkward angle -- it was difficult to get a good footing that could help propel him forward, && the pebbles that fell down to the bottom as he moved only made him tense a little.  ❝ Not good. ❞  He squeaked to himself, going still again in fear of falling. 

      He tipped his helmet back downwards to his teammates.  ❝ Hey -- C’mon guys ! Can’t you take bets on my misfortunes like -- ...I don’t know. Later ? ❞

⊕— ’LINA. ✕ 

      EVEN WITH HIS HELMET ON, IT’S obvious he’s staring a little. He can’t figure out what feels so weird, or why. And something feels a bit off about Carolina too for some reason.  ❝ ..Yeah, I think so too. Uh, is something going on ? ❞ 

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  ❝ Hey Grif. Uh, not much. Hey, have you noticed if things felt a little weird today ? ❞