Wei Ying isn't going to protest the touch. The physical weight helps anchor him in the moment, center him a bit. It's only been a few hours since he woke up in that shed, groggy and puzzled about his whereabouts. His head had hurt, too, and after some inspection he'd found the scar from some kind of brain surgery.
"All right. Let's go. But be on guard. You never know who's gonna be dangerous down here."
Yet he'd chosen to live here for a couple of years, in an a scummy apartment not unlike the one they're about to visit. In a place as lawless at The Last Ward, one never knew what to expect from one day to the next. In a way, it was it's own kind of thrilling and over time, he's simply gotten used to it. Of course, it helped that in those days, a number of folks were reluctant to mess with him or any of the struggling metahumans Wei Ying had taken under his protection years ago.
Briefly, he wonders if any of them are still alive down here some place.
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on 2020-01-29 06:34 am (UTC)"All right. Let's go. But be on guard. You never know who's gonna be dangerous down here."
Yet he'd chosen to live here for a couple of years, in an a scummy apartment not unlike the one they're about to visit. In a place as lawless at The Last Ward, one never knew what to expect from one day to the next. In a way, it was it's own kind of thrilling and over time, he's simply gotten used to it. Of course, it helped that in those days, a number of folks were reluctant to mess with him or any of the struggling metahumans Wei Ying had taken under his protection years ago.
Briefly, he wonders if any of them are still alive down here some place.
Wei Ying starts walking.