poly_chromatic | 009 [Accidental Video]

[These devises seriously act of their own accord.

At first when the broadcast starts there's no picture, only the slightly crinkled variations of darkness that suggests shaking around inside of someone's pocket . Even muffled by the fabric though the sound of heavy breathing and running is clear, although the rhythm of the footsteps don't quite sound right for someone on two legs. Suddenly whoever it is jolts to a stop and the sudden change tips the device from their pocket.
The screen, now shows the view ahead, a small alley on the edge of town, right by the woods, at the bottom of which stands a zombie. Someone missed the round up. Something behind the device snarls and the zombie looks up before moving forwards. Whoever's device it is steps forward, the side of their trainer blocking the camera for a moment before another loud snarl rips through the air and they launch themselves at the zombie. The two fight like animals and although the snarling thing is clearly stronger they keep flinching back away from the zombie before making themselves press forward again. The device remains unnoticed, not even the swirling snow seems to phase them.

It isn't a long fight, all claws and teeth and snarling, with an occasional string of abuse from the zombie whenever the other flinches. In the end it takes one well aim slash of his claws, nearly separating the zombie's head from it's body and it crumples. The victor takes a few faltering steps back before sliding down the wall, now half out of the shot. Only half in the picture and his knees drawn up to his chest, face hidden, except from the whimpering which sounds like a wounded animal, he looks more like a lost teenager than the beast from before.]

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[She won't hold your privacy against you. Everyone is entitled to their secrets, she's hardly one to begrudge someone else theirs.]

Which is why it was good work.

[A pause.]

Good. That is always useful, and unfortunately not one of my particular gifts.

I guess. Still can't believe I'm stronger than him...

Yeah, its pretty great. Being quick enough to not get hurt is better.

Sometimes, we're stronger when we need to be.

I'm usually pretty quick, but I don't depend on that alone.

[Mumbling slightly] That and I grew claws.

I'm not quick enough when I fight, keep hesitating.

Would you be surprised to know that's not the first time I've heard that one?

A little work, and I'm sure you can fix that. It doesn't help that with the things...they were familiar and difficult to fight.

Edited 2013-01-19 22:44 (UTC)

[That has him smiling slightly at his end, X-men are awesome] No kidding, small world.

Yeah, more training...

They were awful. Your own personal demon.

[Good, because she wants him to be at ease, he looked pretty upset from what little she saw.] I've seen quite a lot of strange things in my years.

More training, it certainly couldn't hurt.

They were. I'm glad yours is over now.

These last few months before I got here have pretty much been the definition of strange.

Thanks Natasha. I really hope this place gives us a break soon, this are bad enough day to day without them throwing dead relatives around.

I can only imagine.

You're welcome. I hope so too. Somethings are just...difficult to deal with.

Agreed. [He won't ask if she had any demons here, it would be pretty poor thanks for her not calling him out on his]

Thanks, for talking me down. My control isn't the best and with out an anchor, well it's hard.

You're welcome. You're welcome to call if you feel like you need to talk. I don't mind helping where I can.

Edited 2013-01-20 23:04 (UTC)

Careful, if you keep being nice to me no one's going to think you're terrifying.

Ha. I wouldn't want that, have an image to maintain.

Don't worry, your secret's safe. [And by that he means thank you for letting him keep his]

Edited 2013-01-21 00:05 (UTC)

Appreciated. [No worries kid. She likes you, everyone around here needs someone who understands.] I'd have to listen to Barton tease me about being 'maternal' and then.. I'd have to kill him. Which I'm sure I'd probably regret... eventually.

[There's a dry sort of humor in her tone, one that most people mistake for seriousness.

It does shift though, which makes it more noticeable that she is honestly concerned and serious now.]

Get yourself some place safe. If you need you can come here.

[That gets a chuckle from him]

Thanks but I've got somewhere to go. [Besides, Stiles stays there sometimes and Isaac can't encroach on his space any more]

[He can't see her, but his amusement got a smile from her.]

As long as you have a place to go. [She doesn't know anything about that, and likely won't ask. It's Barton and her place, if she says he's welcome he's welcome Stiles will have to deal.

Her place is... neutral ground and meant to stay that way. Check your baggage at the door, kids, she and Barton have enough of their own.] The offer is open regardless.

[Neutral ground is good, and he won't bother Stiles if he does run into him, not that he'd want to anyway, but he's had direct instructions not to] I'll remember if I ever need somewhere to go.

Good. It helps sometimes to have someplace else to go.

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