I Swear I Can Actually Pick Locks

Hello everyone this is Foxtrot 12 or better known as the devilishly handsome freelancer, Agent York. You can all just call me York though. I'll do almost anything for money or food. It's been kind of tough since I left Project Freelancer, not many people want to hire a guy who has a price on his head. ((Open RP blog for Agent York from Red vs Blue. I'll also reblog a lot of Freelancer related things. I DO IN FACT RP WITH OCS AND PEOPLE NOT FROM RVB))

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

Shipwrecked | Closer @thegreentranslucent

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He found himself smiling fondly down at the other as he absently ran his fingers through his hair. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were facing harsh winter wilderness and were rather unlikely to survive unless their beacon was found, he’d almost think this was relaxing. It was about then that York realized he liked Delta. Well, he always liked Delta but not like this. Maybe it was the close proximity, or the fact that they were completely alone but at some point his feelings had shifted from mere friendship and partnership to something else. That troubled him. Now wasn’t the time for things like that. Not when their survival was questionable to say the least.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta would cough hard within his sleep but the soothing hand helped him stay asleep. His fever stayed down which was a good thing but all that he feared now was the evolving nightmare. As it began to pick up. Delta stirred and began to mumble with fear.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York frowned in concern when Delta started to stir. He recognized the signs of a nightmare. He didn’t want to wake him though, not unless it got much worse. He pulled the blanket from around both of them and tucked it over Delta. He continued running his hand over his hair, humming softly as he did now; hoping to sooth him without waking him up.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta stirred a bit more. His nightmare didn’t worsen but he was shaking slight. He curled up close in the blanket finding the humming to be some what soothing in his dream.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

Another night without sleep passed for York as the sun began to rise. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go but he’d push himself for as long as he had to if it meant keeping Delta safe, warm, and healthy.

Not wanting to wake Delta, he gently moved him out of his lap so he could start getting things done. Besides, it’d be better if he didn’t wake up in York’s lap, they didn’t need anything making things awkward between them.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta stirred but remained a sleep. He woke up eventually his head still hurt but wasn’t as bad as yesterday. “York?” Delta looked around but was unable to spot York.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York hadn’t wandered far, mostly he had gone to examine the wreckage, to see if he couldn’t repurpose some of the debris into useful tools. When he heard Delta calling for him he returned quickly. “Morning, sleeping beauty.” He smiled, going to feed the fire more wood. “You hungry? I can get some breakfast going in just a it.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

Shipwrecked | Closer @thegreentranslucent

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He found himself smiling fondly down at the other as he absently ran his fingers through his hair. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were facing harsh winter wilderness and were rather unlikely to survive unless their beacon was found, he’d almost think this was relaxing. It was about then that York realized he liked Delta. Well, he always liked Delta but not like this. Maybe it was the close proximity, or the fact that they were completely alone but at some point his feelings had shifted from mere friendship and partnership to something else. That troubled him. Now wasn’t the time for things like that. Not when their survival was questionable to say the least.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta would cough hard within his sleep but the soothing hand helped him stay asleep. His fever stayed down which was a good thing but all that he feared now was the evolving nightmare. As it began to pick up. Delta stirred and began to mumble with fear.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York frowned in concern when Delta started to stir. He recognized the signs of a nightmare. He didn’t want to wake him though, not unless it got much worse. He pulled the blanket from around both of them and tucked it over Delta. He continued running his hand over his hair, humming softly as he did now; hoping to sooth him without waking him up.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta stirred a bit more. His nightmare didn’t worsen but he was shaking slight. He curled up close in the blanket finding the humming to be some what soothing in his dream.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

Another night without sleep passed for York as the sun began to rise. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go but he’d push himself for as long as he had to if it meant keeping Delta safe, warm, and healthy.

Not wanting to wake Delta, he gently moved him out of his lap so he could start getting things done. Besides, it’d be better if he didn’t wake up in York’s lap, they didn’t need anything making things awkward between them.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“What are you staring at?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. You just look…odd.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“How do you control where the wormhole goes?”

[echoingaudiophile]

“I can set the coordinates with a voice command, though most of the time, it doesnt actually go where I want.“

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“That seems rather ineffective then.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?” (Hello)

“Has anyone told you you might be color blind?” York chuckled. “I’m wearing gold armor, not red.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“So you’re not going to attack me now?” He asked hopefully.

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

“Nah, I’m not going to get paid for it so I see no point.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Well that’s a relief. I’d hate to have to hurt that pretty face.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

Shipwrecked | Closer @thegreentranslucent

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He found himself smiling fondly down at the other as he absently ran his fingers through his hair. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were facing harsh winter wilderness and were rather unlikely to survive unless their beacon was found, he’d almost think this was relaxing. It was about then that York realized he liked Delta. Well, he always liked Delta but not like this. Maybe it was the close proximity, or the fact that they were completely alone but at some point his feelings had shifted from mere friendship and partnership to something else. That troubled him. Now wasn’t the time for things like that. Not when their survival was questionable to say the least.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta would cough hard within his sleep but the soothing hand helped him stay asleep. His fever stayed down which was a good thing but all that he feared now was the evolving nightmare. As it began to pick up. Delta stirred and began to mumble with fear.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York frowned in concern when Delta started to stir. He recognized the signs of a nightmare. He didn’t want to wake him though, not unless it got much worse. He pulled the blanket from around both of them and tucked it over Delta. He continued running his hand over his hair, humming softly as he did now; hoping to sooth him without waking him up.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?” (Hello)

“Has anyone told you you might be color blind?” York chuckled. “I’m wearing gold armor, not red.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He dodged easily. “Now now, come on now. If we’re going to be dancing shouldn’t I be leadin?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She slashed again. “That would be assuming I let you be in charge.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He stepped in, easily getting past her defenses and making her drop the knife again. “With a fighting stance like that, you don’t really have much of a choice.”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She growled and hit his stomach.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He blocked before stepping out of her range again. “So, why are you attacking me? Just bored, or what?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She shrugged. “It’s my job.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“That’s it? Just because it’s your job? You do realize I left Freelancer right?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She blinked and pressed her lips. “I didn’t…..” She debated whether or not her orders still applied. “… Fuck it.” she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“So you’re not going to attack me now?” He asked hopefully.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“What are you staring at?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. You just look…odd.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York examined the warmhole before turning back to him. “Do you ever do it just on accident?”

[echoingaudiophile]

“When it was first put in, but I’ve gotten used to where the trigger for it is and know to avoid it if I dont want to open one. If I do open one on accident though, it’s not a big deal unless someone tries to go through it, they close on their own after a bit.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“How do you control where the wormhole goes?”

[alwayshisgreatestcreation-b-blog]

Another Crashed Ship? || theboywiththebrokeneye

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York landed on his back with a grunt. Instead of getting up though he just lay there, wondering why the fuck these things always happened to him. “Fuck it.” He put his gun down next to him, still not bothering to get up; mostly out of laziness at this point. “Just go ahead and rob me clean, I’m sure I can replace it all later, you know after I actually find money and stuff that people need to replace things that get stolen.” He sighed. “You could have at least identified yourself though, like wow, rude.”

[alwayshisgreatestcreation-b-blog]

It clicked for both AI and human the cadence of the voice. She shook her head a bit as Church flickered between voices for a moment. Someone really wanted to see him. ‘Epsilon, if I may speak with him. I may be able to keep him calm while Carolina reveals herself.’

‘Or you could freak him the hell out, D.’

‘No more than yourself.’

‘Church, stop arguing with yourself. Let me handle this.’ Carefully, Carolina holstered her weapon and reached up to her helmet, beginning to tug it off. “I’m not gonna rob you, York.” Assuming that’s who it was. With this place…with the people she was up against…she wasn’t about to take anything for granted. “I just want to talk.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York paused when the stranger said his name. “How did you-” He looked up as she pulled off her helmet. Sitting up now, he took his own helmet off so he could rub his eyes before looking back at her just so he could be sure, be absolutely sure, that he wasn’t dreaming again. “Ok, so, either I’m dreaming or you’re really here.” He wasn’t sure which one he was hoping for. “Which, if you’re actually here, that brings up the question why are you breaking into my crash site?”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

Shipwrecked | Closer @thegreentranslucent

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York was oblivious to Delta’s staring, assuming the other was asleep. He was struggling to stay awake as it was. As the night dragged on the temperature dropped and not even the fire could keep him from shivering. It was going to be a long night.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta saw the other shiver. With a sigh he woke up and made his over to york. With another drowsy sigh he lean against York, wrapping the blanket around both of them. He hope that help because it was surely helping him fall asleep.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York stiffened for a moment, surprised at Delta. After a moment though he relaxed, enjoying the warmth the other was giving off and leaning his head against Delta’s. He was still cold but there was something comforting about having the other this close.

[thegreentranslucent]

Delta eventually fell asleep leaning limp against then other. He eventually slumped down into the other’s lap. He was still tired and was too exhausted to worry about who he was sleeping on.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He found himself smiling fondly down at the other as he absently ran his fingers through his hair. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were facing harsh winter wilderness and were rather unlikely to survive unless their beacon was found, he’d almost think this was relaxing. It was about then that York realized he liked Delta. Well, he always liked Delta but not like this. Maybe it was the close proximity, or the fact that they were completely alone but at some point his feelings had shifted from mere friendship and partnership to something else. That troubled him. Now wasn’t the time for things like that. Not when their survival was questionable to say the least.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?” (Hello)

“Has anyone told you you might be color blind?” York chuckled. “I’m wearing gold armor, not red.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He dodged easily. “Now now, come on now. If we’re going to be dancing shouldn’t I be leadin?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She slashed again. “That would be assuming I let you be in charge.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He stepped in, easily getting past her defenses and making her drop the knife again. “With a fighting stance like that, you don’t really have much of a choice.”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She growled and hit his stomach.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He blocked before stepping out of her range again. “So, why are you attacking me? Just bored, or what?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She shrugged. “It’s my job.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“That’s it? Just because it’s your job? You do realize I left Freelancer right?”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“What are you staring at?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. You just look…odd.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“How about first you show me how it works?”

[echoingaudiophile]

“Alright, sure.” He set his board in front of him and hopped onto it, moving his foot to open a wormhole. “It’s hooked up so I dont need to do anything but adjust my footing to activate it.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York examined the warmhole before turning back to him. “Do you ever do it just on accident?”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“What are you staring at?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. You just look…odd.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Man, I’d love to get a look at this guy’s tech.”

[echoingaudiophile]

“Well, I could show you the part in the board, but you gotta be careful with it. It’s kinda finicky and I dont wanna get spit out in the middle of nowhere next time I use it.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“How about first you show me how it works?”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?” (Hello)

“Has anyone told you you might be color blind?” York chuckled. “I’m wearing gold armor, not red.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He dodged easily. “Now now, come on now. If we’re going to be dancing shouldn’t I be leadin?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She slashed again. “That would be assuming I let you be in charge.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He stepped in, easily getting past her defenses and making her drop the knife again. “With a fighting stance like that, you don’t really have much of a choice.”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She growled and hit his stomach.

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He blocked before stepping out of her range again. “So, why are you attacking me? Just bored, or what?”

[alwayshisgreatestcreation-b-blog]

Another Crashed Ship? || theboywiththebrokeneye

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York couldn’t believe his luck when he had found the old shuttle. Finally, a way to get off world. He didn’t know where he wanted to go first just that he wanted to go. It wasn’t until he had gotten close to the planet Chorus that he started having problems. A crash landing was inevitable it seemed though he wasn’t too concerned. If he could get enough parts to fix the ship up he could be on his way, or so he thought.

It had only been a few days when he heard footsteps approaching his shuttle which he had started using as a base camp. Grabbing for his gun he snuck up behind the intruder. A vulture maybe, a bandit looking for whatever they could salvage from the wreckage.

“Identify yourself.” He said, aiming for the back of their head. “And tell me why I shouldn’t shot you.” It was mostly an empty threat, but they wouldn’t know that. York just never had the stomach for killing.

[alwayshisgreatestcreation-b-blog]

Footsteps alerted her, but Carolina didn’t make a move. When the gun was aimed, she grit her teeth, trusting that Church was thinking of a way out of this. She wasn’t disappointed as not half a second later, he pinged into her HUD with a way to turn the tables.

Kicking out behind her, she aimed to knock him off his feet, or at least make him stumble. That done, she would whirl around to face him, drawing her own pistol, but not leveling it at him just yet. “Why don’t you put that away, and we can talk. Deal?”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

York landed on his back with a grunt. Instead of getting up though he just lay there, wondering why the fuck these things always happened to him. “Fuck it.” He put his gun down next to him, still not bothering to get up; mostly out of laziness at this point. “Just go ahead and rob me clean, I’m sure I can replace it all later, you know after I actually find money and stuff that people need to replace things that get stolen.” He sighed. “You could have at least identified yourself though, like wow, rude.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

You're not playing York right! He's supposed to be a lovable idiot! You're making him too smart!

OOC: haha you’re hilarious because never once was it made canon that York was any less smart than the rest of the team ok he didn’t get into Project Freelancer on accident and also I don’t think Delta would have grown as attached to York if he were an idiot which he’s not

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“What are you staring at?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. You just look…odd.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Wormholes? You can actually create stable wormholes? How does it work?”

[echoingaudiophile]

“Well, they’re mostly stable. As for how they work, I have no idea. Dimi’s the one who made it. He installed it in my hoverboard so I could get the hell away from my home.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Man, I’d love to get a look at this guy’s tech.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?” (Hello)

“Has anyone told you you might be color blind?” York chuckled. “I’m wearing gold armor, not red.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He dodged easily. “Now now, come on now. If we’re going to be dancing shouldn’t I be leadin?”

[blondesofroosterteeth-deactivat]

She slashed again. “That would be assuming I let you be in charge.”

[theboywiththebrokeneye]

He stepped in, easily getting past her defenses and making her drop the knife again. “With a fighting stance like that, you don’t really have much of a choice.”