[ Wash's efforts pay off: Maine notices nothing strange in the other man's voice or body language. Perhaps he might if the light were better, or if there weren't a dreamlike dullness pressing on Maine's senses. Perhaps he would see what he's looking at, and he'd realize that he's never seen that particular style of armor before. Not on Wash; not on anyone. As it stands, all Maine sees is his friend.
"Forward." Right. Maine turns his gaze from Wash to the hall stretched out before them, dark and lit by — fuck, is that fire? The big Freelancer grunts, unimpressed. It's effective, obviously, but it's primitive. Like the corridor is stretching back in time.
Could be a key at the end. Could be bones or little pieces of wood that they have to whittle into a key. That would fit with the whole torch-theme, Maine thinks. Either way, their choices are limited: they can stay surrounded by solid walls — how the fuck did they even get in here...? — or they can go down the hallway.
Put like that, there's really no choice at all.
Looking back to Wash, Maine nods in agreement and indicates with a tip of his head that they should start down the hall.
Another person might find themselves unceremoniously yanked along as Maine just took off. With Wash, however, Maine waits to move. There's no 'taking point' with so little chain between them; they'll have to advance side-by-side. So Maine will match his gait to Wash's and keep his left hand low, striving to keep them both as combat-ready as possible. ]
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"Forward." Right. Maine turns his gaze from Wash to the hall stretched out before them, dark and lit by — fuck, is that fire? The big Freelancer grunts, unimpressed. It's effective, obviously, but it's primitive. Like the corridor is stretching back in time.
Could be a key at the end. Could be bones or little pieces of wood that they have to whittle into a key. That would fit with the whole torch-theme, Maine thinks. Either way, their choices are limited: they can stay surrounded by solid walls — how the fuck did they even get in here...? — or they can go down the hallway.
Put like that, there's really no choice at all.
Looking back to Wash, Maine nods in agreement and indicates with a tip of his head that they should start down the hall.
Another person might find themselves unceremoniously yanked along as Maine just took off. With Wash, however, Maine waits to move. There's no 'taking point' with so little chain between them; they'll have to advance side-by-side. So Maine will match his gait to Wash's and keep his left hand low, striving to keep them both as combat-ready as possible. ]