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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME
You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
No worries at all! C:
[An attempt to bat the other's hand away only sent his swimming vision into overdrive, colors swirling and everything blurring so badly that he immediately closed his eyes in an attempt to stop it.
A few deep breaths were taken even as the other spoke to him, Clint only really registering parts of it. Everyone was off. They were patching up. Okay, that was a start.
And now they were moving.
Clint almost stumbled but managed to keep himself upright through some careful footwork and leaning against his companion--mostly leaning--allowing himself to be guided down to sit. He knew the other was right but he couldn't help but be stubborn about it still.]
Only for a few minutes. The sooner we scout ahead the better and that's kind of my thing.
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Fine, I'll take a few minutes. I don't need some heroic disaster in the making because you suck at listening. [There was a bit of humor in his tone, despite the whole crash landing on a ship he couldn't remember getting on... thing.] I can heal myself, but I can't do shit for other people, so I'd love it if we could lessen the need.
[He exhaled and palmed his hands over his face, shifting his weight from foot to foot, before dropping his hands to look around the crash site. Clint's last bit, however, caught his attention and those golden eyes lifted to the other man's face again.]
Military? [Or maybe he was just a hunter, the hell if Alex knew, but it couldn't hurt to ask.]
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[It came out as more of a mumble than Clint really wanted it to but given that he was a little busy rubbing at his temples to try and ease the throbbing? There wasn't much he could do to stop it from sounding the way it did. He had never been good at staying down when he needed to so it really wasn't anything against Alex. Clint was just a pain in the ass.
As dizzy as he was, though, what the other said didn't get past him and the circles he was rubbing into his temples came to a halt as he cracked his eyes open.]
...You can heal yourself?
[And just what exactly did this guy mean by that?]
Something like that.
[His hands dropped from his temples though his eyes stayed narrowed, the light not helping much with how blurry everything was.]
More special ops like, though.
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[He watched silently as Clint rubbed his temple and eyes, letting him take as much time as he needed to get himself back together. He nodded slightly when Clint's gaze fell back to him.]
Yeah... inherited trait of the lycanthropy. [He doesn't clarify that he doesn't mean a werewolf because he doesn't think to; so that could be fun later. His face fell and he shrugged weakly as he looked over the crash site and the survivors.] I wish I could use it to heal other people... but the best I can do is keep myself in one piece and help that way.
[No time for feeling sorry for oneself, though, and Alex turned his attention back when Clint confirmed his occupation... sort of.] Well, I've never done it professionally, but I'll help however I can... I can travel a lot faster when I've shifted, but strength wise I'm about the same in any of my forms. [Mostly. There was more brutal ferocity when fully feline, but he was rather akin to Cap or Bucky in comparison.] My senses are heightened, so, use me as you will.
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Lycanthropy.
[He repeated it just to make sure he'd heard right, staring at the other like he'd grown a second head. Did this guy really expect him to believe something like that? That sort of thing was just a myth--well, wait, so were aliens and people with strange abilities and gods.
Still.]
So..you're a werewolf?
[Sorry, Alex. He's just a little miffed by this.]
Yeah, I bet you can.
[Cue him rubbing his forehead now, eyes closed again as he allows this all to sink in.]
Okay so, you're the better scouting option, clearly. But we also have no idea what's out there so I don't want anyone going alone. I saw something over the trees but I couldn't really make it out. We may want to try finding a route to whatever it is.
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But, seriously, Clint? You've fought aliens, a killer A.I. and fight alongside a godand the Hulk; was a werecreature really that far out there?]
Yes, lycanthrope, but wereleopard instead of wolf. Happy to demonstrate if you feel it's necessary?
[Alex arches a brow, because he would be happy to, but there was a green chick over there sorting out the supplies, so...
But he moves on, nodding.]
I'm not saying I'm the best option on a permanent basis, as I've no idea what anyone else here can do, but I can help help now. And no one should go out alone until we know what's out there... [He tilts his head and even though he doesn't have his feline features, he has that intent feline stare.]
You up for it? [C'mon, Clint... aren't you at least a tiiiiiny bit to see if he's all talk?]
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Wereleopard. You...really? Wereleopard?
[That was a new one in his book. Not really something that was all over Hollywood where he's from.
Whatever this guy really is, he's right on the mark with everything he's saying and even in a pained state Clint knows it. The archer nods slightly, letting out a soft sigh.]
I think so, yeah.