[ Maine gives a low rumble of agreement. Sitting on shoulders, maybe, but not standing — and it's not like their armor would make such a thing easy. He eyes the ledge, mentally calculating how much force it would take to reach it. Tries to figure out if he could manage it at all, much less while chained to Wash.
Maybe he could somehow fling Wash mid-jump...? He makes a face and brushes that option aside; he doesn't want to throw his friend around.
Instead, Maine (somewhat grudgingly) looks for something that doesn't require brute strength. Some sign of handholds in the stone, or cracks they could dig their fingers into — or shit, maybe a fucking ladder. ]
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Maybe he could somehow fling Wash mid-jump...? He makes a face and brushes that option aside; he doesn't want to throw his friend around.
Instead, Maine (somewhat grudgingly) looks for something that doesn't require brute strength. Some sign of handholds in the stone, or cracks they could dig their fingers into — or shit, maybe a fucking ladder. ]