( I. ) [ Andyr stumbles out of the Ingress looking like a high security prison escapee (which, really, is about what he is). While all his wounds have been healed, the thin, generic, loose scifi detainment pajama things Hapsburg put him in are still bloodstained here and there, as is the heavier security jacket Andyr'd stolen off of a dead guard on his way out, following Mikal through the chaos they made of the House halls. There's a futuristic looking handgun dangling from his fingers, and his wrists and ankles are both decorated with thick metal cuffs, like someone was certain normal handcuffs wouldn't do it and decided to go full overkill, though heavy chains that would connect them now hang split from either side - the ends looking like they'd been melted rather than snapped. The tracker strapped to his right ankle, just below the cuff, has had the same kind of melted treatment, through the center of the device, though it's still attached there.

Plus, a distinct lack of shoes. For whatever reason. Hapsburg is weird.

Point being, the first person Andyr's eyes find, ends up with the gun leveled on them, trigger immediately pulled. Which might have been scary, if there'd been any bullets left. ]

Shit. [ Click, click. Nothing. ] Shitshitshit.

[ Okay, whatever, screw the gun. The useless weapon is tossed aside, and Andyr's shoulders hunch, body tensing, with a feral kind of hostility, though he doesn't move to attack at all. Just stand, rigid and defensive, voice a low growl. ] Alright. Come on.

( II. ) [ Once convinced to make his way to the medbay, there's a whole new wave of NOT OKAY WITH THIS going on with him, and the first person to approach him with any kind of tools, wearing any sort of lab coat or medical gear, gets a savage growl - ]

Try touching me and I'm taking that as you gifting me your arm. [ As in, to remove from it's socket and keep as a souvenir. Hopefully, no one tries to force that, and Andyr just spends his time standing rigid and seething, until Alvary shows up to talk him down and convince him to allow a physical. In the mean time, he's here. Looking intense and a little psycho. And still not wearing any shoes. ]

( III. ) [ Physical taken care of, biometric scan done, and contract signed (with a snort and a 'yeah, sure, whatever' - it's been a long time since he expected what he's agreed to and what he hasn't to be taken any kind of seriously), Andyr's sat at a chair somewhere in a corner of the room, back to the wall, while he waits for his friends (well, "friends") to be finished with all the nonsense they'd just seen him through.

In the mean time, he's prodding at the MID now attached to his person, pushing buttons, pulling at it, banging it against cabinets here and there (which is probably loud and obnoxious as hell, very sorry). At one point, he's biting at it, trying to pry it off with teeth. But, in the least, he's calmed down, now, and no one's likely to have their neck snapped or arms removed. Hurrah. ]

[[ ooc; as forewarning, andyr's world is sort of really messed up, and he's used to any kind of being guided around meaning that he's going to be taken to terrible things, and any kind of medical/science type lab to mean gross human experimentation things for him, so trying to forcibly drag him into anything is a really bad idea. he'll eventually be calmed down by another dude from his world, but for the first couple prompts, he's hella hostile, i'm sorry :'| if he's otherwise not being prodded, though, he'll keep his hands to himself. just as a warning, so you don't wander in wanting to shuffle him along and end up with him flipping his shit ;;;;; ]]

[ Rock collecting, that's what they're doing here. This is Andyr's new job. Collecting hot rocks. But considering what his old job was, he's perfectly happy with the trade. At least, until the ground starts to rumble, and bits of lava start to bubble up not far from where him and the rest of the crew that came venturing down here are. ]

Fuuuck, that's not great. [ No, no it's not. And he's not taking the time to hang out and investigate, as they are inside a fucking volcano, in which hanging out is generally never a good idea. Turning on his heels, all the rocks he'd managed to pick up are dropped back on the ground, and Andyr grabs a hold of the closest immobile person by their sleeve, giving a jerk as he starts to drag them, in a sprint, out of the area. Time to go. ]

Paging Organ-Bag and Gentle Bearded Giant, please report to the freaky ass crystal hive-cave. Your associate is impatiently waiting for you.

[ A brief pause, and a second message is transmitted, like an afterthought: ] Second thought, maybe not you, Organ-Bag. You might trip and rupture your third kidney. I'm not cleaning that shit up.

But seriously, you guys have to see this. All of you, actually.

[ So you too, random crew member. If you haven't been to this place yet, you should. Should you be wandering into the smaller volcano, with the cryptic seeming writing out front, you'll find Andyr standing in the midst of it all, a flashlight scanning the area, as he stares on in wonder. It's been so long since he'd seen anything that's this kind of beautiful, not since he was a kid, when his dad was still alive and would take him and his sister out of the port to watch the stars, away from the city lights. He's a bit entranced, likely the most calm and serene he's been in years. ]

[ it's whatever, homies, give me whatever seems fun, and i apologize in advance for andyr being a psycho. if you have any questions or want to plot a thing or anything else, feel free to shoot me a pm or hit me up at wuzzafuzzle /o/ ]