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[mylawn]

WHO? Soldier: 76 (mylawn) and Travis Touchdown (crownless)
WHAT? Saving feminism, by accident.
WHEN? Some nebulous time before Sarge’s post.
ANYTHING ELSE? Nothing yet!

[Though 76 isn’t explicitly trained in the art of crowd control, he’s learned a thing or two about it over the years. He can read groups of people just fine—or so he likes to think (it’s a little harder to do so when in the midst of them)—at least enough to find the nearest exits or paths out, which is often what matters, especially with tensions as high as they are. He’s only half-paying attention to what the current soapbox-er is saying, trying instead to scan the surroundings. Pinpoint an escape route. Things are far too volatile for him to not be prepared at any given moment.

Being hyper-vigilant means he tends to know when things are about to go south, and all this is starting to feel a little tense. People are shouting, which is not exactly an uncommon occurrence, given where they are and what is happening, but he can feel it escalate, and he’s already moving just as things start to erupt.

All the escape plans in the world, however, doesn’t stop the jostling of bodies, and soon enough 76 is trying to push past someone he doesn't immediately recognize as a fellow COST agent.]

Out of the way.

[If Travis does not start to move his ass, then 76 will close his fingers around his collar and move it for him, with a surprising amount of strength.]

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[mylawn]

[76 has been in the middle of far too many dangerous crowd situations to not know where this is going. Once everyone’s moving, it’s going to be next to impossible not to get caught up in it, and standing his ground might end poorly. Super soldier or not, there’s only so much physical punishment he can take.

Unfortunately, his opening has been cut off by the man in front of him, and 76 doesn’t exactly have the patience for any of this. It’s only the glimpse of the BCE at his collar that has 76 giving him a second glance.]

Just move.

[This is not exactly the time for a standoff—76 shoves the person closest to him in an effort to clear some space for himself, grabbing Travis by the arm and pulling him along whether he likes it or not.]

[crownless]

[The stranger stumbles; whether he falls or keeps moving with the rest of the sea of bodies isn't easily to judge. As for Travis, he's swept up all too easily. There's not a hell of a lot to do when your options are to keep going or get trampled,
too.]

Y-- hey!

[He makes a feeble attempt at trying to regain control of his arm, tugging backward half-heartedly once or twice before giving in and simply following along.]

I'm t-- I'm talkin' to you! [At least he's keeping pace like this, close at 76's heels.] You're one of them, right? Uh, us?!

[What kinda discretion is he supposed to use? They don't exactly have a premium on privacy.]

[mylawn]

[76 apparently has no reservations using his enhancements in the increasing chaos—should Travis find himself stumbling, he’ll find himself hauled up by the collar with a strength definitely greater than even 76’s size. If 76 thinks this is notable, however, he doesn’t at all show it. Travis seems to fall in step quick enough, which means it’s just fighting against the current.

It doesn’t seem like the time to bring up COST, even in vague terms, and 76 is quick to fix Travis with a Look.]

Yeah. And I’m not wasting any time, so let’s go.