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poly_chromatic2013-01-12 12:03 am
bettercallit) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-12 12:03 am
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[ The nightmares at the start of the curse might have been somewhat of a give-away, but Clint's used to them; Loki, pulling his strings, the blood on his hands, a struggling fight to regain the control that's always just out of reach, Phil's name amongst the dead. He carries the guilt around with him every day without fail, and no matter what Natasha told him, how much reassurance she gave that it wasn't his fault, he knows better. And when he wakes in a cold sweat, lingering ice blue in his eyes and pallid complexion staring back at him in the mirror, he tends not to think too much on it beyond it being another day and the knowledge that he's still alive.
But as a creature with Loki's face bursts into the apartment, banging down the door after some effort, hissing taunts, following him around and always managing to catch up no matter how much he shakes it off, he realises something isn't right. That, and there are others visible through windows and openly wandering the streets. He stays up high as much as possible when it's clear staying still isn't an option, coming down only for supplies - food, water, arrows - and takes aim, helping fleeing and terrified victims in slowing down their own demons.
A part of him comes to realise that these things can only be killed by those they are connected to, and anything he does to any of them other than Loki can only slow them down, hold them off for a while, but he takes his time in killing his own, knowing the thing would rather shadow him, to remind him of its power and the damage it can do, bringing up things he wants to forget and can't than attack others, so he lets himself be haunting until he can't take it any more, until even he knows he doesn't deserve to bear the burden any longer.
The thing comes up behind him when he waits on the roof of his apartment building like a sitting duck, but he knows it's there, expects it, and he drops the bow in his hand in favour of focusing on the blade he's wielding instead. He takes it down with some effort, the two of them rolling around for a time as they each try to get the upper-hand, and Clint's device flies from his pocket at some point, switching on with the knock of a button against the surface. He's tired, exhausted even, and it shows, but the second he manages to pin Loki down - the ghoul, whatever the hell it is - and holds him there long enough, Clint brings up the thick blade and drives it down, hard, and without mercy, stabbing the thing straight through the heart, digging the dagger in as deep as possible, twisting it, a hand around the things throat to make it stop hissing. He doesn't stop, doesn't let go until the thing - Loki - stops.
He pulls the dagger free, sitting back on his feet and slumping forward, slowly catching his breath. ]
Guess you were right, I do have heart. [ He's got an arrow in hand, twirling it around, and when he finds the momentum to move, he pushes himself forward and drives the arrowhead straight through his eye, a bitter smirk on his face. ] That's for Phil you sorry piece of shit.
[ OOC: Because I'm late in posting this, Clint can be found at any point throughout the event as far as action goes - on the ground, up high, generally running around wherever works for whatever - and willing to help out anyone who needs it that he crosses paths with. ]
But as a creature with Loki's face bursts into the apartment, banging down the door after some effort, hissing taunts, following him around and always managing to catch up no matter how much he shakes it off, he realises something isn't right. That, and there are others visible through windows and openly wandering the streets. He stays up high as much as possible when it's clear staying still isn't an option, coming down only for supplies - food, water, arrows - and takes aim, helping fleeing and terrified victims in slowing down their own demons.
A part of him comes to realise that these things can only be killed by those they are connected to, and anything he does to any of them other than Loki can only slow them down, hold them off for a while, but he takes his time in killing his own, knowing the thing would rather shadow him, to remind him of its power and the damage it can do, bringing up things he wants to forget and can't than attack others, so he lets himself be haunting until he can't take it any more, until even he knows he doesn't deserve to bear the burden any longer.
The thing comes up behind him when he waits on the roof of his apartment building like a sitting duck, but he knows it's there, expects it, and he drops the bow in his hand in favour of focusing on the blade he's wielding instead. He takes it down with some effort, the two of them rolling around for a time as they each try to get the upper-hand, and Clint's device flies from his pocket at some point, switching on with the knock of a button against the surface. He's tired, exhausted even, and it shows, but the second he manages to pin Loki down - the ghoul, whatever the hell it is - and holds him there long enough, Clint brings up the thick blade and drives it down, hard, and without mercy, stabbing the thing straight through the heart, digging the dagger in as deep as possible, twisting it, a hand around the things throat to make it stop hissing. He doesn't stop, doesn't let go until the thing - Loki - stops.
He pulls the dagger free, sitting back on his feet and slumping forward, slowly catching his breath. ]
Guess you were right, I do have heart. [ He's got an arrow in hand, twirling it around, and when he finds the momentum to move, he pushes himself forward and drives the arrowhead straight through his eye, a bitter smirk on his face. ] That's for Phil you sorry piece of shit.
[ OOC: Because I'm late in posting this, Clint can be found at any point throughout the event as far as action goes - on the ground, up high, generally running around wherever works for whatever - and willing to help out anyone who needs it that he crosses paths with. ]
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[ Because you seem to have the matter in hand but Bucky's not really sure about the whole emotional welfare part of this curse. ]
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[ Confirmation on that front probably isn't necessary, but it's the best he's got. There's a shrug in there, because, really, he's not sure; he'd feel better if this thing was the real one, but it's a start. ]
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You need anyone over?
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[ He looks down at the thing, lying lifeless, the mess on his hands. He's good. ] Nah, thing's not gonna get any deader. How're things are your end?
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[ He doesn't sound all that bothered anymore, but maybe that's because he's feeling dumb to it. ] You'll call if you need backup, right?
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Yes, sir. Still got plenty of arrows, should be able to slow some more of these things down for a while.
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Make sure you're only taking out the ghouls 'emselves too. We gotta be careful.
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Roger that. Got enough blood on my hands as it is.
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Not to mention that watching the events going on in the city during the last couple of weeks has proven to her that this curse will not be any different than the rest. Should she be effected it will likely not be pretty. Up to this point she hadn't seen anything that would indicate that she was being hunted.
Not yet.
And while he likely wouldn't admit it, she's almost positive that she has seen the signs of restless sleep and the slight touch of nervous paranoia in Clint that she's seen on so many people through out the city.
For now, they're safe... they've kept hidden. Venturing out only when necessary.
Him on the roof, high above the city and the threats down there. She never too far away, watching, waiting and only jumping in to help when necessary.
She learned early on, when this all first started, not only from observing, but from her own actions that her efforts to kill the monsters were wasted, and only the one's hunted could take them down.
She prays nothing from her past arrives to take her down. James, Logan, Steve, Sharon, Ivan, Alexi, Matt Murdock, Electra, Tony, perhaps even Clint himself - The list of familiar and dangerous, friends and enemies a like, faces from her life that could potentially turn up at any moment is... long.
She closes her eyes and forces out the image of her having put a bullet though James' head. Of her dear friend Logan slicing her open with his claws. Of Sharon's teeth sinking into her arm and tearing at her flesh. She forces herself not to think about any of them, refusing to give this place more fuel to torment her.
Eventually, she had to know their luck would run out. She isn't even surprised when the creature comes for Clint, and despite her desire to do so she doesn't help him fight- not unless it becomes clear that he needs her, she'll let him handle this on his own, but she isn't far away and can be there in a few moments if he needs her- which obviously he doesn't.
Just a couple of roof top jumps and a fire escape away. Never too far.
Exhaling a breath she wasn't entirely aware she was holding, she sounds relieved when she speaks. He's... probably her best friend in this place, at least now... this is over, for him.
Putting on her game face, she even quirks a little touch of a playful smirk.]
I can't leave you alone for five minutes can I? You just had to go and get yourself one of these monsters... Just had to add a little more excitement to our mundane little lives here, huh?
[There's a moment's pause before she adds much more seriously.]
You okay?