Enmity ◑ Open
Volatility, uncertainty, complexity, ambiguity.
This district was an environment of strategy now, and of its four corners Gyo's greatest obstacle was uncertainty. He didn't know what laid beyond the confines of their new home, he didn't know who to trust, and above all else he didn't know what to do.
He took a step back toward the exit. This was nothing he couldn't conquer, given enough time—or so he told himself. At his sides, his hands were balled into little fists, and with no further hesitation the young myrmecologist turned on his heel and strode out of the hotel.
In minutes he was underground. The subway station was blissfully quiet, and the clear, crisp echoes of shoes on tile helped to clear the fog from his mind. As he inched closer the tracks, Gyo wore a little smile.
He was not strong or fast. His throwing arm was pitiful, and he could scarcely work a slingshot without smacking himself in the face. Without a shadow of a doubt he was an easy target, but he could spin strategy like no one else, and faced with endless possibilities this place was starting to look less like a home and more like a playground.
His heart was dancing in his chest as he sat down at the edge of the platform. Monobear the Great and Mighty had given him plenty to chew on, and for that he couldn't help but feel a bit appreciative. But before he had a chance to settle in, there were footsteps at his back. Gyo nearly jumped out of his skin.
"What?" he snapped, twisting to face the intruder. His features were quick to soften.
"Uh... oops! I guess I'm a little on edge," he admitted, shrugging. Gyo kicked his legs over the edge of the platform and let them dangle above the tracks, then patted the space next to him. "Want to join me? There's a lot to talk about, I think."