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driftfleet2016-08-14 08:25 pm
vagabond_code) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-14 08:25 pm
◉ Video + Action
Who: Clint Barton, Kate Bishop and Lucky (and you too)
Broadcast: Video from Clint's room aboard the First Breath.
Action: First Breath.
When: Now.
Hi everyone, this is Lucky. Say "hi" Lucky.
[There's a dog in Clint's room. Some sort of beat-up mutt of a golden lab. The dog's left eye is completely missing and he moves a little unevenly, either as a result of old-age or because of another unseen injury. He's a happy dog though, despite it all.]
No?
[Lucky looks up at Clint and tilts his head quizzically. He gives a quiet ruff, but in all likelihood he doesn't know where he's supposed to be looking. Clint tilts his own head the opposite way.]
He's gunna be on the First Breath some days, and on the Blameless other days, so don't be surprised if you see him around. You can pet him if you want, but not if you're wearing a tracksuit. Just, fair warning. Oh, and he doesn't like clowns.
[These might be unnecessary precautions - Lucky isn't averse to clowns or tracksuits themselves exactly, but the last thing they need is someone getting bit. So... ]
He's a good dog. Likes pizza, don't you? Likes everything, but especially pizza.
[The dog is distracted by a low whistle. The camera follows Lucky as his ears perk and he picks himself up to lope enthusiastically over to Kate Bishop. She's sitting on the edge of a footlocker at the end of Clint's bed. She sets aside a mug of coffee in order to give Lucky an affectionate scratchy head-rub.
Clint watches, mock-defeated.]
[ooc: some replies may be coming from Kate!]
Broadcast: Video from Clint's room aboard the First Breath.
Action: First Breath.
When: Now.
Hi everyone, this is Lucky. Say "hi" Lucky.
[There's a dog in Clint's room. Some sort of beat-up mutt of a golden lab. The dog's left eye is completely missing and he moves a little unevenly, either as a result of old-age or because of another unseen injury. He's a happy dog though, despite it all.]
![mutt of a golden lab](http://i.imgur.com/BRkvR7t.jpg"){kind=link}
No?
[Lucky looks up at Clint and tilts his head quizzically. He gives a quiet ruff, but in all likelihood he doesn't know where he's supposed to be looking. Clint tilts his own head the opposite way.]
He's gunna be on the First Breath some days, and on the Blameless other days, so don't be surprised if you see him around. You can pet him if you want, but not if you're wearing a tracksuit. Just, fair warning. Oh, and he doesn't like clowns.
[These might be unnecessary precautions - Lucky isn't averse to clowns or tracksuits themselves exactly, but the last thing they need is someone getting bit. So... ]
He's a good dog. Likes pizza, don't you? Likes everything, but especially pizza.
[The dog is distracted by a low whistle. The camera follows Lucky as his ears perk and he picks himself up to lope enthusiastically over to Kate Bishop. She's sitting on the edge of a footlocker at the end of Clint's bed. She sets aside a mug of coffee in order to give Lucky an affectionate scratchy head-rub.
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Clint watches, mock-defeated.]
[ooc: some replies may be coming from Kate!]
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[In all honesty, he trusts Lucky to know the difference between a tracksuit-Dracula and a jumpsuit-prisoner, but...]
I've only seen him a few people ever. One was a clown, and a couple others were these Russian mafiosos in tacky tracksuits.
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Did I really just failed to write the operative word "bite" up there? Yes. Yes I did.
You're telling me you come from a world without pancakes, but clowns survived?
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[A little crass, maybe, but he needs to be able to figure this stuff out. Place her in time and space, so if others come from Kitty's world he'll know the signs.]
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It was about the same time I came into my powers. I was thirteen. [
Or that's what I've been headcanoning!]