"Old dogs, new tricks, Reyes." There was that usual dryness mixed in to his tone, eyes narrowed as he tried to keep the baby tapirs in sight- even if the moment he made it across the creek he found himself in the corn field. Snarling under his breath, deeper within it rather than the edge. Turning and being met with more corn, all of it towering as if more than twice his own height.
The same would be found for Reaper, even if there was a path like there was an old maze within the corn. Voices louder the further gone in to, various tones able to be picked up even if words not- a lot of Reyes mixed in amongst them, more variety to those tones. Ana as well. Gerard. Reinhardt. Oxton. People from the UN, various politicians.
Reaper's hand would find nothing within his own coat.
Blood streaked the corn stalks, made obviously by hands at all heights. Some knocked over, some burned. Further in there was more gore on the ground, stomped in to the dirt. The smell of burn stronger the deeper gone.
CW: Blood and more
The same would be found for Reaper, even if there was a path like there was an old maze within the corn. Voices louder the further gone in to, various tones able to be picked up even if words not- a lot of Reyes mixed in amongst them, more variety to those tones. Ana as well. Gerard. Reinhardt. Oxton. People from the UN, various politicians.
Reaper's hand would find nothing within his own coat.
Blood streaked the corn stalks, made obviously by hands at all heights. Some knocked over, some burned. Further in there was more gore on the ground, stomped in to the dirt. The smell of burn stronger the deeper gone.