Wyoming has expensive taste, that's all he can figure. How else would he have ended up in this mansion after going through the portal? This was meant to be his fortress, so York's logical conclusion can only be that appearances are deceiving. What he needs to do is find Tex, and find the location where she intends to fight Wyoming. And that means picking a few locks. Not a big deal at all.
What is a big deal is that Delta won't answer him, no matter how much he babbles. Which is what this has turned into—York testing the doors along this stretch of hallway while talking to himself.
"I mean, I understand trying to make himself hard to find, but Wyoming never was one to shy away from confrontation, you know?" he's saying to himself as he picks another lock. "I'm serious, D, I need an answer. Really bad."
The door opens and York slams it shut nearly as soon as it opens, seeing that there's no Wyoming inside. "Damn."
Bar
It's become more and more clear that this is where he's going to remain, and he's come to know more about the amenities available, so he heads down to the bar for a nightcap before it's time for bed. He doesn't mean to be pensive, but the fact that things are weighing heavily on his mind may have a tendency to show in his expression. He gets a bottle of beer at the bar, sits down, and cracks it open. "Here's to destiny," he says to whoever's nearby, lifting the bottle in a toast. Because destiny never seemed very friendly to him—maybe he needs to respect those forces more than he does.
He swallows back a drink of his beer and looks at the bottle. "This is Wonderland, right?" he says. "It's a wonder I didn't shrink or something when I drank that."
Wilderness
He's been exploring for some time. There's so much destruction and ugliness in the fields around. He doesn't know who the man is on the billboards but whoever it is, he isn't a good pitch man. The abandoned factory is the first place he sees that offers some sort of shelter, though it doesn't appear to be a good environment for someone seeking rest for the night, going inside is the only option if he wants to know what else is going on here.
"Well, look on the bright side," York says, shifting his gun down to his hip. "What's in there can't possibly be any worse than what's out here."
Agent York | Red vs Blue
Wyoming has expensive taste, that's all he can figure. How else would he have ended up in this mansion after going through the portal? This was meant to be his fortress, so York's logical conclusion can only be that appearances are deceiving. What he needs to do is find Tex, and find the location where she intends to fight Wyoming. And that means picking a few locks. Not a big deal at all.
What is a big deal is that Delta won't answer him, no matter how much he babbles. Which is what this has turned into—York testing the doors along this stretch of hallway while talking to himself.
"I mean, I understand trying to make himself hard to find, but Wyoming never was one to shy away from confrontation, you know?" he's saying to himself as he picks another lock. "I'm serious, D, I need an answer. Really bad."
The door opens and York slams it shut nearly as soon as it opens, seeing that there's no Wyoming inside. "Damn."
Bar
It's become more and more clear that this is where he's going to remain, and he's come to know more about the amenities available, so he heads down to the bar for a nightcap before it's time for bed. He doesn't mean to be pensive, but the fact that things are weighing heavily on his mind may have a tendency to show in his expression. He gets a bottle of beer at the bar, sits down, and cracks it open. "Here's to destiny," he says to whoever's nearby, lifting the bottle in a toast. Because destiny never seemed very friendly to him—maybe he needs to respect those forces more than he does.
He swallows back a drink of his beer and looks at the bottle. "This is Wonderland, right?" he says. "It's a wonder I didn't shrink or something when I drank that."
Wilderness
He's been exploring for some time. There's so much destruction and ugliness in the fields around. He doesn't know who the man is on the billboards but whoever it is, he isn't a good pitch man. The abandoned factory is the first place he sees that offers some sort of shelter, though it doesn't appear to be a good environment for someone seeking rest for the night, going inside is the only option if he wants to know what else is going on here.
"Well, look on the bright side," York says, shifting his gun down to his hip. "What's in there can't possibly be any worse than what's out here."