Daemon:Novad

[antivillain]

[Several things have become instantly clear about Clint—to himself, to his daemon, and quite possibly, in a moment, to whoever receives the transmission. First: he prefers thinking as a team activity. Second: he thrives (and secretly likes) when it challenges him. Third: he likes getting outside intended boundaries. Bonus fourth for those with the inside knowledge to recognize the daemon's smoky female voice: he misses his old partner.

The transmission begins as Voice, and has two of them. First, Clint:]

Will you just transmit what I tell you to?

[Second: the daemon.]

{ The point of this is to communicate with others. No one's going to know what you're saying. }

Let me worry about that, will you? It's a different point.

{ Okay, okay. Which do you want to start with. }

Text.

{ Fine. }

[Transmission switches abruptly to Text. Which scrolls itself out with almost reluctant and/or sarcastic slowness.]

9.24-24.9.22 / 9 / 9.9-9-24.24-22

[Everything not banter is a S.H.I.E.L.D. recognition tactic. This one: standard alphanumeric conversion (9-14 / 1 / 2-1-20-5) expressed in Roman numerals (IX-XIV / I / II-I-XX-V transcribed I.X-X.I.V / I / I.I-I-X.X-V) themselves alphanumerically converted (9.24-24.9.22 / 9 / 9.9-9-24.24-22), whose translation was a falconry reference re: restraint. Simultaneously a status update, an identification, and a request for extraction.

Probably in response to non-transmitted exchange, feed switches back to Voice]

Ври, да помни.

[Said by him. A commandment of Fury's in Nat's language. Lie, but remember.]

Video now, please.

{ Yes, sir. }

Don't call me that.

{ Yes, armcandy. }

Ugh.

[Video activates in time to catch the end of Clint rolling his eyes. He adjusts to look down the barrel, out at whoever may be receiving, and offer the slightest of not-really-happy smiles.]

'We defy augury.'

[A temporospatial reference in hopes of synchronization/orientation, for whoever might recognize it; and yeah, a bit of cheek, even if you don't. That one's for Coulson.

… who, multidimensions notwithstanding, 's not going to be answering … … …

Shake it off, man.

Though the feed remains video, the female voice remains off-camera—since she is the camera:]

{ So the idea is that anyone who can possibly understand any of that will present themselves back as countersign—? }

Could you not share our secrets?

{ You haven't confided any yet. Except some of what you said when you were still half conscious, and then in denial, and then angry, which— }

O-kay. Sign off, computer.

{ Not a computer. }

Sign off, ma'am.

{ Not a ma'am. }

Sign off, dammit.

[Novad signs off.]