Cypher nodded to the two boys. Seemed like they were in agreement on this weird place. Recon and regroup. Together. Their team had made great strides through other obstacles and hardships, but they had historically done it together, as a team. They should do the same this time as well.
After receiving her orders, Cypher strode forth into the unknown. Apex was a gunner, there was no sense in him going first, and she was fast. Faster than BreGle at the very least, potentially the fastest on their team, which made her the most well-suited to take point when it came to scouting. She would have to trust her companions' eyes to watch from behind, but mostly she placed her faith in her own instincts. Keeping a firm grip on her blade, she pressed forward, keeping close to the houses and away from the middle of the streets.
This is a bit silly. The place is empty. What, am I supposed to be scared of getting hit by a car? But yet, and image flashed unwillingly in her mind. A lone sniper on top of that distant tower, waiting for someone to come into the open, watching their every move. Ugh, that's too creepy. Way too creepy and gross. Not to mention, too much like an american action flick. She was as guilty as anybody of indulging in movies like that, so she knew how unrealistic they could be. But it wasn't like she had any military experience herself. Maybe stuff like that really did happen?
As she peered in the houses and other buildings that lined the streets, another thought occurred to her. "Not so much like a movie as it is a game, isn't it?" The hollow feel of her surroundings reminded her of some piece of old abandonware. Something that was supposed to be filled with people, but instead just sat empty. Its software was still online, but even the creators didn't bother with its upkeep. Yeah, nothing's gonna make this place seem less creepy, is it? Still, now that thought was lodged in her head, she couldn't force it out. It made sense, they were obviously in the DgtWld still, their avatars and powers still worked. Were they really in some far-flung game server somewhere? It seemed unlikely, but at the same time, it was about as likely as any other explanation. Nobody else seemed to be coming up with anything more constructive.
Closer and closer the building drew with no sign of anything at all, and Cypher grew increasingly frustrated over time. The weight of boredom was heavy. But she was on a mission, and she needed to pay attention to her surroundings. Didn't seem like a great time to be casually chatting to her partners, either. Or at least, she didn't have anything interesting to say. Just mountains of complaints that were probably better left inside her head. It was counterproductive, and she knew it, but this empty expanse was making her fidgety. She was playing games with her feet, similar to only stepping on the white tiles on a tiled floor, and shifting her sword's weight around in her hands, just to feel something. They were small movements, but quickly becoming compulsive. Her attention was fading fast. She wanted to scream internally.
"PIECE OF SHIT!"
Ah shit, was that out loud? Was that, like, really really loud? Oh boy, I'm gonna hear about that one later. Or now. Probably now.
