[ This blazing sun sucks. Times like this, his habit of wearing all black really works against him; his shirt's practically plastered against his skin with how sodden it is, sweat dripping off the point of his chin. But still, Gen clicks his tongue before ducking out from the shade of one building in the Viomichanikós district to the next, squinting against the bright sunlight as he casts about his surroundings.
Even more than the sun, it sucks seeing this place in this state.
He's grown used to the bustle and activity of this area around the factories, and seeing the emptied warehouses and desolate streets makes something ache in his chest. A thorough scouring of Victor's factory had yielded few clues of what had happened, awarding him with a meager handful of tools in poor condition, and Gen wipes the sweat out of his eyes as he looks to the next building he can search --
-- what the fuck is that.
He freezes when he spots movement down the block. Some sort of ... big, black lump? The air's practically shimmering from the heat radiating off the cobblestones, making it difficult to make out any details. So -- for once, Gen makes a cautious move instead of just barging in for a fight.
Rusted wrench held tight in one hand in lieu of a weapon, with the other he withdraws a bolt from his pocket to hurl at that 'lump' at full force. ]
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Even more than the sun, it sucks seeing this place in this state.
He's grown used to the bustle and activity of this area around the factories, and seeing the emptied warehouses and desolate streets makes something ache in his chest. A thorough scouring of Victor's factory had yielded few clues of what had happened, awarding him with a meager handful of tools in poor condition, and Gen wipes the sweat out of his eyes as he looks to the next building he can search --
-- what the fuck is that.
He freezes when he spots movement down the block. Some sort of ... big, black lump? The air's practically shimmering from the heat radiating off the cobblestones, making it difficult to make out any details. So -- for once, Gen makes a cautious move instead of just barging in for a fight.
Rusted wrench held tight in one hand in lieu of a weapon, with the other he withdraws a bolt from his pocket to hurl at that 'lump' at full force. ]