poly_chromatic | 1st Vintage Card

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1st Vintage Card - Voice/Action

[The sound of the fountain could be heard, and the sound of a man coughing out water as he tried to talk. His voice sounds strained and short of breath.]

Boss? [A wet cough] This isn’t exactly what I expected. Can anyone... read me? [No names or call outs, just in case this was... something else. Better safe then sorry.]

[A slopping sound, as if he just hit ground and leaned back on something, could be heard over a wet cough. The tone of his voice however was dry:] This isn't the carrier. This better not be the afterlife.

((Some tags will be answered after he's out of the hospital. Feel free to action tag him in the hospital however!))

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Why would this be the afterlife? [OH GOD!] I hope that's not where we are.

[Someone's missing, if this is the afterlife.] Are you okay? Do you need help? I can get you a towel.

[She narrows her eyes as she looks at the screen. He went home. From the look of things he just came back...]

Agent Coulson? [A pause, because that initial response was a touch more... emotionally telling than she might have liked. Excitement on Barton's behalf. Concern because... that looks like an awful nasty red spot blooming in the center of his chest, despite the fact the coat is covering most of it.]

Not the afterlife.. [Tumblers clicking into place in her mind. Connections being made, but not voiced.] How badly are you injured?

[Don't worry, she's gathering stuff.... things. She might not be the Natasha he knows, but she met him here and she won't leave him just sitting there like that.]

[It's all good. He might not give the best replies right now, and he's not looking at the video, but he's grateful to the voice. It keeps him thinking.]

I hope that's not what it... is as well. [ah look, he's trying to smile as he says it, oh not that she can see, but it sounds like a young one?---which is wrong in general, huh.]

Where ...am I?

Someone named Merlin told me this was a pocket dimension island called the City. It's run by deities but I don't believe in deities so I'm not sure how this works.

I'm Charlie.

[And she's actually a 20something young woman. Usually. On days where she's not cursed.]

[A faint smile in his words] 'Tasha...

[Well, at least that was a voice he wanted to hear. Hmm, def not the after life then. Where was he then?] Honestly? Pretty bad. [nope, not even going to joke and say it's just a flesh wound.]

Location? [Where the hell is he and why?]

[Wow... there was silence for a moment. Because pretty much everything out of her mouth seemed... backwards. Pocket Dimension. A city called the City. Deities. Merlin. He chuckled, and that hurt, so he just smirked. Yes, he's dead. Has to be.]

Well... that explains a lot. [he swallowed back some blood]

I'm Phil... [not even bothering with titles right now. "Phil" is easier to say.]

[Oh and that? That will confuse him later, as she doesn't sound like a 20somthing year old. Huh. Interesting]

[We'll save the 'shocking' news for after he's a bit more stable, yes?]

I'm on my way. [First aid kit, towels... a dry jacket. She really should just... keep an emergency 'new arrival' bag by the door. She's going to talk to Barton about that later.]

It's a little dimensional hiccup. A dumping point?

[Pausing to finish gathering a couple of other things she considers the easiest way to explain. She slings the bag over her shoulder and continues once she's shut the door behind her.]

I sort of imagine what happens when you poke the blade of a knife into a stack of paper but don't actually puncture it. The paper just sort of puckers around the point? That's what this is. They call it the City.

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I don't believe it myself, if it helps. [She's not sure it will help. Or how that's supposed to help but she's heard grown ups say weird stuff followed by 'if it helps' so...

yeah, it didn't work much for her.]

Nice to meet you, Phil. Seriously, though. Can I get you some help? Because it sounds like you need it and I'm kind of worried.

[There were too many questions. How'd he get here? Why? He should be dead it seemed, or nearing it. Why this place? And why was it so damn cold for the may/june months. Snow?] I'd like to believe it, if only to make this make more sense.

[sarcastic, because this doesn't make any sense at all.]

I...[he took a long moment, as if trying to think of words, then replied again, softly.] Think I have someone... coming for me.

Okay. Good. I hope they look after you, Phil.

[Because he doesn't sound like he's doing well.]

Welcome to the City.

[Yes, please. Going to be strange enough that you'll look different then he saw her last, what? 10 minutes before. Right. We can deal with that when he sees her, and much later.]

Hmm... [It was just a small hum of approval to her saying she was on her way. Good, okay. her next answer helped clear a few more questions, not to mention it agreed with what the other girl said.]

Guess... that explains... why it's... winter. [he winced and shut up a moment, trying to take a careful breath.]

No rush, Agent. [Which is to say... put a spring into your step and hurry up because it's damn cold, he's soaked, and it;s cold out here. Oh and he's hurt.] Can't even name the place... [the City. Excuse him as he jumps around a bit...]

[Yeah... she's agreeable that way, though it won't be long before he starts suspecting more things than just her hair are wrong.]

That would be part of it. It's nearly New Year's.

[That response earns him a look that he may or may not recognize- if he's paying attention to her that is. It's one that says don't try to bullshit her, she knows better. If he thinks she's heading over there in anything but a near sprint then he's be wrong about that too.]

It's at least easy to remember.

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They should. [he hoped they could. He wanted to clock out now. Close his eyes and pass out, but he was cold, body shaking and the blood didn't seem to flow so well. Might not be a bad thing.]

Thanks... [a soft hum, like he wasn't focusing on this for a moment, then...]

Charlie?

Yes, sir? [He seemed like a 'sir' type.]

Looks like... I missed the... fourth of July. [one of his favorites, for... for reasons. Ah, bad humor at times like this. Yay! He's still the same old same old.]

[He figures she'll rush, and no, he's not looking. Right now he's leaning back and looking off in the sky wondering how the hell this happened. Strange pocket location or not, it doesn't really make sense. Still, he's seen weirder lately. Maybe it has something to do with the spear he got---right.]

So, this isn't Earth at all? [trying to be logical here. Piecing things together. He doesn't know a City called City after all.]

[Damn it's cold.]

[Smart kid.]

Keep talking... to me. Until they get here? [he took a short breath and added. He needed to keep awake.] Tell me somethin' else about... this place.

There's a tea shop. Do you like tea? That's not all they have. They have a lot of food and coffee. It's nice. I woke up there today in the office. It was weird.

[Aaaand lets see, what else?] People say they know me here but I don't remember them and I feel bad that I don't. They seem nice.

[ Clint is up on the rooftop of the apartment building where he lives, as usual, and even the snow and cold that goes with it isn't enough to see him skip some time up here.

His device notifies him of the new feed update, but he's distracted as he pulls it out, busy focusing on the figure over at the fountain, dark and unclear from the distance yet oddly familiar.

And then he plays it. People think many things about him, but he's not slow; he knows how to put two and two together and figure out what's going on. But he can think later, now he needs to act, and he's good at that if nothing else.

He's dropping down one level of the fire escape after the other, fully intent on pushing himself to reach Phil sooner rather than later, or at least until he jumps down to the ground, landing in a half-crouch, and blocks Natasha's path. ] How bad?

Mmm, coffee. [he tried to answer, focusing on the girls voice] You'll... have to show me some time.

[He'll understand that later. People knowing or not knowing him. Right now he just wants to curl up and sleep--wait no.] Where are you from?

Just by a bit. [Sorry. There is always next year? And Steve is here so... everyday is sort of like the Fourth of July, right?

She hears the sounds from above- of course she'd know Barton would be coming. She answers Phil first though, sorry.]

No, it's no as far I understand it's not Earth at all.

[The to Barton.]

Undetermined, but I've prepared for the worst. [As best as she can anyway.]

Pennsylvania. [And all over. She'll tell you all about it when she's older.]

What about you? Or should I just keep talking? I think you should talk, too. That'd help.

[He didn't really reply back much. Just a dry chuckle. He wasn't expecting anyone but her. They'd lost Barton already. He was on the ship somewhere, with Loki. So really, he had no idea what was going on there. Lost...]

That helps. [None of Thor's nine realms either, he was willing to bet.] What happened? Back on the carrier?

[Of course he'd ask now. Feel free to ignore him.]

[He's just leaning there against a pole of a rail on the steps of a fountain in the snow and cold, dripping wet and bleeding. The cold slowed the bleeding down though. The destroyer gun flopped to the ground beside him, hand still on it. His head tilted back]

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[ Pepper is stunned to see Phil, and she wants to greet him, but not when she's cursed into Bruce's body. She'll let Natasha handle this. ]

Agent Coulson!

[He's seen that Natasha and Clint are on their way, so he decides to head them off to the hospital]

[a small chuckle] Smart kid. Mmm yeah. talkin'. I'm currently... from New York. So it's not too... far away.

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