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.]

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[ video | un: sabellad ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Huh.

H u h. ]

Well. This is a . . . surprise.

[video]

[antivillain]

[Clint's eyes barely widen before he's lunging at the camera. Novad makes a squeak of protest before Clint's hand engulfs the frame. Then suddenly, video of sky sailing by. Clint's grabbed the daemon and flung her away.

What the viewer can't know but the narrative does is that she's in the shape of a spider. So she shoots out a jet of tether, attaching not to Clint but to a nearby tree, and pulls herself back to it, out of Clint's reach but so he's again in full view of the frame.]

{ I'm on your side, asshole! I'm all you've got here! }

[Clint isn't even responding to Loki, he's screaming directly at Novad]

There is no here! This is all in my head because HE still is! отвали, мудак, бля, 他妈的鸟, 去你的 忘/王八蛋, العمى …

[His stream of swearing may include some ASL]

[dothelokimotion]

[ Loki just waits. He's pretty sure this isn't normal, but whatever. ]

Are you done?

[antivillain]

[Clint's hands balled into fists and collided gently with his own temples.]

Done with you. We defeated you. It's over.

daemon: dizzied; video

[shadowblends]

[for the longest part of the video, kurt mostly watches clint fumble with his daemon, red eyes glittering and lips quirked with amusement. he settles a hand against his cheek, free limb curling beneath the elbow of the one he has at his face, head absently tilting.

none of the coded things are recognizable to him; he can acknowledge the russian, but cannot understand it, unfortunately. if he had the ability, nightcrawler might say something in return. instead, he shifts the hand, fingers curling against his lips as an amused giggle slips free.]

Someone seems to be having a bit of trouble with their partner, [he notes.] Who wouldn't know any better about not sharing secrets, of course.

[antivillain]

[A month ago, Kurt's appearance would've given Clint pause. As it is, at the very least, he's been initiated to the wider universe, and starting to wrap his brain around a multiverse, so he scans Kurt's face as he would anyone's, mainly trying to see if the patterns in his skin are any kind of cypher.]

You have a different relationship with yours? I'm open to tips.

[shadowblends]

[perhaps, if clint can understand the enochian symbols, they might mean something to him, but kurt hasn't found anyone that has recognized them. yet-- because there's always a first for everything, of course.]

My daemon and I get along rather well, actually. I treat her as nicely as I'd treat anyone. [as long as that person's a mutant right now.]

[antivillain]

[Yeah, nope. It's Greek to him. Except not 'cause he might have been able to make some headway on Greek.]

I started politely. Not only my fault it devolved from there.

Daemon: muerted. Video. (Note: Marcos is currently mirrored!)

[outshiny]

[ Wow, to think he'd always avoided video before. That matters less these days, and also, this guy clearly needs his input.

Succinctly: ]

That was stupid.

Whoever you work for, they aren't in charge here. You're new, right? I mean, you'd have to be. You got a name or are we just gonna go with callisign: Armcandy?

(Won't hold anything against unmirrored him :-) )

[antivillain]

[Decides to play it amicable; the smile turns a shade drier.]

To be honest, they're barely in charge where they are. More about setting a common baseline. See if anyone's on the same page.

[And identify himself to them. If Nat's around, she's not gonna just take someone's word on their ID.

Which, that's emphatically not his callsign… stupid spider…]

Name's Barton. You?

[outshiny]

Eclipse. [ Which emphatically is his callsign, and also the only name he has interest in using these days. ]

So what's your deal, Barton? Aside from having a daemon with a serious voice upgrade. Who did you have to pay for that? Sounds like something on the end of a 900 number.

Video: Daemon FeverD

[misskringle]

[On cue a young woman looking like something from either a vintage shop or a 50's office is spotted on camera. Her Daemon however is striking, a baby peregrine falcon.]

I know Russian but very bare bones, mostly swears and how to order food. [The one time she let a bored night shift detective waiting for files teach her how to drop an F bomb anyone?]

[antivillain]

[Picking out the Russian while falconed seems like a superstitiously good sign.]

Well, when having to sound like you know a language you don't, reciting a menu works.

[Don't ask when that's been necessary.]

I like your bird.

[misskringle]

When in doubt quoting a takeout menu to the save the day right?

Thanks, she's my daemon and well I don't get why she's a falcon either. I'm Kristen by the way.

[antivillain]

[said with the inflection of most solemn special-agenty agreement:]

Agedashi sunomono ebi tako wakame inari masago hokkigai.

Hi, Kristen. I'm Clint.

Daemon: MiaD

[redarrowqueen]

[A brunette with archery gear can be seen as she gets the little cat off camera to behave.]

You lost me with the Russian. [Granted all Thea knows is what little Oliver has taught her, mostly swears.]

[antivillain]

But not with the numbers?

Hey, where would a fellow get gear like that 'round these parts?

[redarrowqueen]

Same on the numbers.

Personal gear! It somehow made the trip with me. [For now leaving out how she was mid fight when everything went insane.]

↳ video | daemon: Astrid

[dreamisted]

[Sonya's daemon is a Monarch butterfly. The redheaded mutant offers Clint a half smile, amused.]

Relationship troubles, there?

[antivillain]

Guess I wasn't expecting a relationship so much as a smartphone.

[One could swear his daemon blew a raspberry.]

Hey, I didn't start this!

…Okay, point taken.

[dreamisted]

Yeah, they're a little bit of a step up from smartphones. Which is probably putting it mildly. [Not that it was a bad thing in her opinion, but... there is a difference.]

I'm Sonya, by the way.

video; daemon: apollod (rosie is currently mirrored!)

[hasitsthorns]

Daemon's, right? They can such a handful. The worst mine seems to do is just decide to chase squirrels in the middle of broadcasts, but- I think that's just a dog thing, actually.

My name's Rose, by the way. I don't really understand all... that you just did, but I hope you find someone who does!

(Clint will be pretty understanding and forgiving once he learns that was going on for folks :-) )

[antivillain]

Thank you, Rose. I'm Clint. Glad to know I'm not the only one not immediately up on the interface.

I've got a sinking feeling they're not gonna be here. Or probably would've responded by now.

haha what a cool dude

[hasitsthorns]

Probably. Sorry about that, dude. It can be kind of sucky, I know, to get stuck here without anyone you know.

If there's anything I can with though, I'm happy to! Information, tour guide- You name it!

un: fridayd

[servomotor]

HELLO, HAWKEYE. PERSON WITH HAWKEYE'S VOICE.

THE TALKING ROBOT COMPANION INTEGRATES BETTER INTO YOUR COMBAT AESTHETIC AFTER A LITTLE PRACTICE. BUT IT HELPS WHEN YOU FLY AROUND IN A TIN CAN.

WHERE IN THE TIMELINE ARE YOU FROM?