( In many other circumstances, Victor would smile at the patent absurdity. Hanging around in tunnels that don't have some sort of cultural curiosity and thus generated interest from that sector would sum up any thoughts on tunnels he'd had back on Earth.
Being two universes removed has shifted his expectations. It has not, however, made him less extra in the space he gets between things backsliding into hell. Just ask... well, Yuuri. Hm.
Yuri's question is all he deigns to respond to, adjusting his own mental map and giving a nod of his head and a wave of his hand onward. All the screeching echoing is doing wonders for his focus. )
Oh, more or less. I'd be a terrible runner if I was lost all the time!
( That finally merits something of a smile on Victor's part; hah. Stopping for directions with no one to ask is a pointless endeavour. He's moving between front lines and the secured sectors. It's not restive, and he doesn't love it, but he grits his teeth and gets through it regardless.
In this sector of tunnels things are supposed to be clear, but the uncertain nature of what's blocked off versus what's open versus what the invasive species had burrowed through makes it all something of a gambit. Nonetheless, he moves forward into a jog down this tunnel without hesitation. Idly ambling along while Yuri's homing beacon of a cry for the predators does its work seems like a singularly terrible idea. )
It's a left up ahead, a right, then another left before we hit a surface access point. Someone should be stationed there.
( Meaning if they're getting chased down, as long as they're swift on their feet, it's unlikely it'll be two on whatever number of predators are in pursuit.
It might be three on whatever number of predators are in pursuit! )
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Being two universes removed has shifted his expectations. It has not, however, made him less extra in the space he gets between things backsliding into hell. Just ask... well, Yuuri. Hm.
Yuri's question is all he deigns to respond to, adjusting his own mental map and giving a nod of his head and a wave of his hand onward. All the screeching echoing is doing wonders for his focus. )
Oh, more or less. I'd be a terrible runner if I was lost all the time!
( That finally merits something of a smile on Victor's part; hah. Stopping for directions with no one to ask is a pointless endeavour. He's moving between front lines and the secured sectors. It's not restive, and he doesn't love it, but he grits his teeth and gets through it regardless.
In this sector of tunnels things are supposed to be clear, but the uncertain nature of what's blocked off versus what's open versus what the invasive species had burrowed through makes it all something of a gambit. Nonetheless, he moves forward into a jog down this tunnel without hesitation. Idly ambling along while Yuri's homing beacon of a cry for the predators does its work seems like a singularly terrible idea. )
It's a left up ahead, a right, then another left before we hit a surface access point. Someone should be stationed there.
( Meaning if they're getting chased down, as long as they're swift on their feet, it's unlikely it'll be two on whatever number of predators are in pursuit.
It might be three on whatever number of predators are in pursuit! )