Something, Something... Little Yorkmaid

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WHO: Reeve, Richie, York / OTA
WHERE: Atlantis Underwater Temba
WHAT: Various Posts
WHEN: Mermay
WARNINGS: York



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The nice thing about having tentacles is that he can grab onto things with more than just his hands. It's great, finding different ways to hang around the hotel, both literally and figuratively. York's found a fun spot to hang out from by way of the curtain rod in the hotel room he shares with Richie, catching little worms and other tiny creatures to feast on.

"I'm just keeping the room fucking clean," he'll point out as he slurps it down before jet propelling himself across the room, aiming for the door. "I'm gonna go see if I can poke some lobsters off of the hotel or something."

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With the tentacles as a bobtail squid, getting around was interesting. Water was interesting with his circuits, but it kept him cool and York likes that. He's left his hoodie and shirt back in the room he shares with Richie, leaving his body on full display. The LED on his chest is bordered by lines of specks that almost seem to glow as light catches them. His pale skin looks scarred at his abdomen, like when someone rips fabric apart, and it's simply white.

York doesn't remember what happened.

He's out in the square, exploring around while he can. Mostly trying to keep away from Reeve and his damn nesting habits and also to see if there's anything worthwhile to find on the ground. Everyone else was so worried about swimming that they didn't check out anything down here. He has to dodge a snippy lobster before finding a stick to smack it away with a shout. The audacity of that bullshit, he'd kill those fuckers!

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Albert Wesker. York's seen him on the network, but didn't pay him much attention. An idiot who wears sunglasses that much had to be some kind of edgelord, and the slight haughty tone of his voice just adds to that thought.

He scoffs at the question. "Whatever the fuck I want to do. Scanning buildings, bothering local fauna and others here in the city, debating and not actually fixing said buildings I've scanned. What about you? Piece of superior work like you hasn't figured out how the fuck to get home yet?"

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The term edgelord may not be one Wesker is familiar with, but he clearly would approve of the notion as to people assuming that his eyes may be sensitive to light. Or that he tries to hide something. Being considered an edgelord is much preferable to him.

He waves a dismissive hand in response. "That's not a problem a single person can solve on their own." And while he has tried to work with a few others, those that could have been valuable assets preferred to try and pick a fight with him. True super heroes.

"I figured out this planet instead." Among other things.

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"Good job, you want a sticker or something?" Yeah, York's still got his attitude problem with new people. Maybe he only has it because of the pet that Wesker's keeping. No, he doesn't care that the guy doesn't call it a pet, either.

"And I probably could, given the right materials and tools for the tasks." Even as small as he is, York's got his own ego still.

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"Whether you do something useful or remain complacent makes no difference to me." Wesker shrugs. He can count the people in this city that have any worth to them on a single hand and has no expectations of anyone at this point. Why people still insist on being disappointments is beyond him.

He makes a brief, dismissive motion with his hand. "But I happen to be very busy. You may resume chasing after lobsters."

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"Don't lie, it does make a difference to you, otherwise you wouldn't have remarked about how your pet will be more useful than most everyone else in the city. So you want to know if I'm doing something useful so you can sort it mentally or some shit." He rolls his eyes and gives Wesker a dismissive wave of his hand to match the guy's.

"Yeah. Totally fucking busy training your pet, I know. Sorting people into lists on whether they're useful or not. Busy."