(Continuation of @thecozycamper’s rp thread)
Staying low to the ground, the strange choice of carpet muffles their footsteps well enough to get a bit closer. Biting his tongue to prevent himself from jumping sky high at the nearby BANG! Of old heating units clattering to life.
Might’ve been Spy’s work.
Food for thought.
Picking up the pace, they fall into an uneasy rhythm. Scout unused to Mundy’s pace and vice versa. Not incomparable to a dog in how he follows at his heels, poking his head up every so often to listen for changes. Carpet turns to wood, soft thudding of shoes drowned out by the nearing debate. Dust, fried wires, salt and blowtorch fumes.
Through the door…
“Have we truly gone so long that we cannot fathom losing the certainty of respawn?”
@askredengineer “Doc, we can’t keep this from them.”
“Our situation is dire as-is. Ze last sing ve need right now is a full blown panic!”
Sharp, harsh like a bowstring. A listener could well imagine the exasperated gestures he’s making. Clapping his hands together, the doctor lowers his voice and steps closer to the Engineer, chin tilted down. An eye twitches behind his glasses.
"I need you to put your morals aside for one second and sink about vat it is you are doing!” Medic hisses. Accent thickening the faster he talks, he pushes a finger to his forehead. "You put ze rest of us in peril by jumping to conclusions. We cannot afford to be zis reckless!" open palm gesturing forcefully towards the door.
@askredengineer “We don’t even know what happened to the body, let alone if he’s actually dead! What’re the odds he’s still weighing on the system?”
“I refuse the notion that it is the case. If he really were, they would not have dispatched a replacement so quickly.”
@askredengineer “Then what the hell is draining our power so quickly? ‘Cause it ain’t just faulty wiring! None o’ the breakers are bein’ tripped, I can’t make sense of the respawn machine, and god knows we can’t tell up from down here! The least we can do is ask for help!”
Medic scoffs, heels clicking on the floor as he paces back and forth. But his gaze is averted, hands behind his back.
“One of them is an unknown, and se other cannot even read! Their job is to shoot, they don’t need a reason to hesitate before pulling the trigger.”
@askredengineer “Spy’s busy keeping the generators from freezin’ over, and you’re tryin’ to keep us from freezin’ to death. If it ain't BLU that kills us first, the weather will.” He says, pulling his jacket shut and zipping it up to mark his point. Adjusting his goggles out of habit, his hands are gingerly placed into his pockets, regarding Medic with an exhausted frown. “I’m just sayin’… If it’s only gettin’ worse. We oughta let them know.”
"Dell is helping us investigate. Und if he truly cannot fix it, that is when we plan together. We cannot know if our mercenaries can handle the truth without breaking, Herr Engineer."
“Have we truly gone so long that we cannot fathom losing the certainty of respawn?”
Engineer shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, looking Medic up and down. Eventually, he shrugs and turns away with an exhale. "Can't say we have, doc. Can't say we have."
