There had still been a sizable crowd of confused passengers milling around on the docks when Yancy decided that the best way to get answers was to explore the strange place he had found himself in. The idea of being brought to another world wasn't really all that far fetched given what he did for a living, but that didn't mean that he wasn't quietly freaking out as he walked along the unfamiliar roads. Who had brought him here, and why hadn't they snagged Raleigh as well? The idea of being separated from his brother made him feel vaguely ill whenever he thought about it. He wasn't sure if the throbbing ache in his head was the result of dehydration and sun exposure or the sheer amount of silence filling the space where the connection to Raleigh should have been.
Eventually Yancy was forced to come to a stop, though he couldn't say for sure where he was from looking at the map. The humid air had closed around him and sapped what strength and motivation he had had at the start. Drive suits weren't exactly meant to be worn like every day wear and he was slightly convinced that the bullet proof armor was slowly roasting him alive. Spotting a shaded area nearby he left the main path and dropped to the ground in an ungraceful flop, dropping both the map and the phone-like device he had been given. He would check them again in a few minutes, once he had the energy to mess with them.
Yancy Becket | Pacific Rim
There had still been a sizable crowd of confused passengers milling around on the docks when Yancy decided that the best way to get answers was to explore the strange place he had found himself in. The idea of being brought to another world wasn't really all that far fetched given what he did for a living, but that didn't mean that he wasn't quietly freaking out as he walked along the unfamiliar roads. Who had brought him here, and why hadn't they snagged Raleigh as well? The idea of being separated from his brother made him feel vaguely ill whenever he thought about it. He wasn't sure if the throbbing ache in his head was the result of dehydration and sun exposure or the sheer amount of silence filling the space where the connection to Raleigh should have been.
Eventually Yancy was forced to come to a stop, though he couldn't say for sure where he was from looking at the map. The humid air had closed around him and sapped what strength and motivation he had had at the start. Drive suits weren't exactly meant to be worn like every day wear and he was slightly convinced that the bullet proof armor was slowly roasting him alive. Spotting a shaded area nearby he left the main path and dropped to the ground in an ungraceful flop, dropping both the map and the phone-like device he had been given. He would check them again in a few minutes, once he had the energy to mess with them.