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[[ooc: voice testing for SaneMaine with Memories for possible de-canonbump. Canonpoint; just after getting sniped. For ease, let's assume he's been here for a bit.]]

[Good morning Paradisa, there is one (1) Maine walking your halls. He doesn't really have a destination, could say it was patrols or something, but really he's just revisiting the place with a more lucid mindset. It's familiar in that creepy Deja Vu way where you know you've been there but you can't remember being there, sort of thing. He's kind of confused.]

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[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[On her way to the gym to go train but hey look it's Maine! Pausing in her gait.]

Hey.

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He slows to a stop and nods at her. There they were, hazy memories, interactions without intent. It was hard getting used to.]

Boss.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Takes a couple steps toward him, guarded but really trying to be open to the possibility that he really is sane.]

You in the middle of something?

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head with a grunt, keeping his ground. He'd heard what he'd done, but it was hard reconciling that with what he knew now.]

Walking.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

Busy day. [A little sarcastically but ehhh.] Been down to the gym yet?

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He grunts a chuckle, ain't that the truth. He shakes his head at her question, he hadn't gotten around that way yet.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina smirks a little at his response.] How important is your walking?

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He shifts his weight and tips his head at her.]

It can wait.

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

We're climbing the wall in the gym. [Nope, objections are not allowed. And here she goes, heading toward the stairs.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He falls into step behind her, no objections. For one she's boss, he wasn't going against her ruling, but two, the distraction would be nice.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Doop doop doop here they go down the stairs.]

What kind of equipment do you have with you?

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Oooooh glad I am doing this, decided to leave in all the wounds he's recieved at Para >:) ]]

[Stairs give him a little trouble, his right knee still pretty messed up from York and Rory's attempts to get Meta down. He doesn't make a sound of hinderance, just managing it with a little grunt to her question.]

Armor. [He'd left his weapons in his locked room. He thought maybe people wouldn't run as fast if he wasn't carrying his kniferifleknifle Brute Shot.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

(ooc: SO MEAN!)

[Carolina glances over at Maine briefly, suspect but not necessarily knowing what's going on with him.]

I'll ask the castle for harnesses when we get down there, then.

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: The meanest :) AND PROUD OF IT :D ]]

[And he's not going to offer up any details unless asked forthright (and maybe not even then). He just offers a nod and a grumble in reply. It was hard enough trying to hide his limp on stairs, rock wall was going to be interesting :| ]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[And here they are in the gym now.] Castle, some harnesses would be nice.

[Bam there they are in her hands. She holds one out toward Maine.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He takes it and looks at it, then up at the wall.]

[It's ... a little higher then he imagined. They're taking the kiddie wall first, right?]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina glances over at him as she steps into the harness and starts expertly fastening the bolts before attaching herself to the rope. She wants plenty of slack so she's doing the climbing instead of the rope.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He looks over at her, still not so sure anymore about putting the harness on --]

[--but maybe he doesn't even ahve to climb if he acts as her anchor. He starts awkwardly trussing himself up in the harness, grumbling slightly.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Shaking her head at that grumbling.]

Come on. [Reaching up for that first handhold.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He takes to rope and secures it, holding it a fair bit shy of taut. He knows how she likes it.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[When she hears him secure e rope she pauses and turns around.]

You're climbing too. No anchors.

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He looks at her and freezes. What? Why? He looks up the wall with a low growl. This was kot his idea of a good time.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina steps down off the wall, head cocked slightly to the side.]

You're climbing too. [Firmer on the repeat.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[Oh god oh god oh god stuck between a hard place and Carolina. After a moment, he drops the rope with a low growl and steps over to the wall.]

[He's still looking at it a little dubiously. it's high, he's a little messed up still, and he can't even really remember what he's supposed to do.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina makes sure his rope is secure so it'll catch if he starts to fall but won't help him up the wall before returning to her side of said wall.]

You'll be fine. [Starting her climbing as well.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Yeah. Securing would be good, wouldn't it. He lets her get a head start, takes a breath, and then starts up himself.]

[It's slow going. He doesn't do this often, hadn't been keeping up training, and has a lot of bulk to move around. In the hear and a half he's been at this castle, he's taken bullets in both knee as well as a lazer shot to his right, and though they were healed there was lasting damage. Pain for him was a non-issue, but trying to get his body to do something it just stubbornly didn't want to do was a little harder.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina's having no problems heading up the wall but pauses when she feels there's more of a lag than she expected from Maine. She slows down significantly, making a point to pick out handholds carefully, rather than possibly embarrass him by stopping altogether.]

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He knows exactly why she's slowing, and it just fires him up to push harder. He grunts with the effort of forcing his legs to cooperate, until he gets sloppy enough to slip. He panics a little with the sensation of falling before the rope catches, grasping at any hold he can get.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Carolina sees that slip and drops a few holds herself, wanting to be there if he needs her. She reaches out for his wrist, patiently attempting to help him find a hold.]

You're doing fine.

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

[He bats her hand away with a growl, determined to settle himself on his own. His left leg, wedged firm in a hold, shakes slightly as it bears most of his weight while he tries to shake out his right and get it to bend properly again.]

[He really really doesn't want to look down, but he sort of has to in order to figure out where to put his right foot once he's got it limbered up again.]

[youfallback.livejournal.com]

[Alright that's a pretty clear signal and she steps back up a few handholds. What she's seeing though, too, is that shaking leg. Maybe she shouldn't have forced this on him.]

Maine.

[agent-maine.livejournal.com]

What.

[More of a definition I'm fine. then a question. He gets his right leg settled, shifts the weight more evenly, using the burn of pain to push up to continue his ascent. Like he's really going to back down infront of her now.]