[ Monitor duty is still monitor duty- even if a third of the Legion is rotating through a sliding scale of their personal timelines. Work is work and for the moment York hasn't been effected at all (thank god) and has Delta riding shotgun to help him keep an eye out on anything. People not knowing what's going on, not knowing what to do or freaking out? He needs to be on his A game. That means a green chip embedded at the base of his skull and Delta's cool green code smoothing through his mind.
So far his patrol's been uneventful- and then the paint. Glowing, brash, and ominous. Who is Sombra and what the ever loving hell? He follows the trail till he finally catches someone at it and- something strikes him as familiar. Distantly. ] Hey, kid-
[ Because it has to be a kid, who else would it be. ] What the hell are you doing, man? Someone's gonna have to clean it up and I don't get paid enough.
[ He does, but he won't. Isn't the usual punishment making the tagger scrub shit clean? ]
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So far his patrol's been uneventful- and then the paint. Glowing, brash, and ominous. Who is Sombra and what the ever loving hell? He follows the trail till he finally catches someone at it and- something strikes him as familiar. Distantly. ] Hey, kid-
[ Because it has to be a kid, who else would it be. ] What the hell are you doing, man? Someone's gonna have to clean it up and I don't get paid enough.
[ He does, but he won't. Isn't the usual punishment making the tagger scrub shit clean? ]