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driftfleet2017-02-05 03:25 pm
collegedropout) wrote in driftfleet2017-02-05 03:25 pm
Video.
Who: Sam and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport or Iskaulit Bar if you find a way to squeeze in an action thread!
When: Today or whatevs, but backdated stuff is cool too.
[The last week has been really, really rough. Most people probably know.
He's been all but nonexistent for that entire week, and a few days after, too. Buried in hell memories and glitched to the point of barely functioning, he had stayed aboard the Bloodsport mostly with Nami. For the better, he knows later on; Nami understood him best, when it came to that side of him. It doesn't make him anymore ashamed and embarrassed that people had to see that. It makes him a bit depressed in the short time that follows. He wakes up on the third as himself — himself now, anyway. But he decided to just sleep for a day or two and try not to think about all the baggage.
But — he'll get pushed to move eventually, and the bar does need bartenders.
He will be out at the bar as he had been before the glitch.
It was what it was, he reminds himself. It was a part of him, and it's... well, it's not over, it'll never be over, but he's come a long way. He's better than that husk he'd been in the garden. He adapted and he survived. That has to count for something.
Still, there's some things to address.]
[Video.]
Hey, guys, I'm alive. Sorry for being so MIA at the bar, but I'm back now... Let me know if I missed anything.
[He's much better. See?? No burns or scars, and he's got his hair brushed, and everything is A-OK.]
I wanted to... apologize to everyone who ran into me, last week. I, uh, I said some pretty miserable crap and I know I sounded like a crazy person. And I just wanted to thank you guys for putting up with, um... that part of me. It's been years, and I'm much better now, and I don't... want anyone to - [He pauses, wringing a rag from the bar in his hands.] - to worry or anything like that.
I'm okay now.
So If you need a drink, I'll be here.
[A deep breath.]
Well... I don't want to just leave it on that note, so.
... Aaaah, let me think.
...
What's something you've accomplished that you're really proud of?
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport or Iskaulit Bar if you find a way to squeeze in an action thread!
When: Today or whatevs, but backdated stuff is cool too.
[The last week has been really, really rough. Most people probably know.
He's been all but nonexistent for that entire week, and a few days after, too. Buried in hell memories and glitched to the point of barely functioning, he had stayed aboard the Bloodsport mostly with Nami. For the better, he knows later on; Nami understood him best, when it came to that side of him. It doesn't make him anymore ashamed and embarrassed that people had to see that. It makes him a bit depressed in the short time that follows. He wakes up on the third as himself — himself now, anyway. But he decided to just sleep for a day or two and try not to think about all the baggage.
But — he'll get pushed to move eventually, and the bar does need bartenders.
He will be out at the bar as he had been before the glitch.
It was what it was, he reminds himself. It was a part of him, and it's... well, it's not over, it'll never be over, but he's come a long way. He's better than that husk he'd been in the garden. He adapted and he survived. That has to count for something.
Still, there's some things to address.]
[Video.]
Hey, guys, I'm alive. Sorry for being so MIA at the bar, but I'm back now... Let me know if I missed anything.
[He's much better. See?? No burns or scars, and he's got his hair brushed, and everything is A-OK.]
I wanted to... apologize to everyone who ran into me, last week. I, uh, I said some pretty miserable crap and I know I sounded like a crazy person. And I just wanted to thank you guys for putting up with, um... that part of me. It's been years, and I'm much better now, and I don't... want anyone to - [He pauses, wringing a rag from the bar in his hands.] - to worry or anything like that.
I'm okay now.
So If you need a drink, I'll be here.
[A deep breath.]
Well... I don't want to just leave it on that note, so.
... Aaaah, let me think.
...
What's something you've accomplished that you're really proud of?
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I will have to talk with him about not being so careless with his possessions the next time I see him.
I assume you bought his hammer?
no subject
[OOPS?????]
I was sort of preoccupied with a lot.
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You actually were able to lift Thor's hammer?
[Give Wanda a moment. Sam may have just blown her mind.]
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[He is very confused at her own confusion.]
You know. Just...
[He motions. Grabbed the hammer, picked it up, easy peasy.]
... It's got a handle, I mean. A little heavy but I've handled heavy weapons before, so...
no subject
You really did lift Thor's hammer.
How- how did you? I mean, the-- his hammer, it found you worthy?
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He reddens only slightly, lost for words at the intensity of an otherwise... pretty standard day for him. Worthy? That's silly, hammers don't decide who's worthy, right...? That's Excalibur, he supposes, but... okay, some supernatural items do have a club VIP mode, but.]
No, it's nothing like that... I just...
[... Is it because his body was made for archangels? The hammer couldn't be any tougher than housing the devil.]
I don't think I'm some -- god or anything.
I guess I've fought a lot of them, but...
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You do not have to be a God to lift it.
[Vision had, and he... wasn't exactly a God... immensely superpowered, but not a God. At least, not in the way Thor is, or the way Sam likely means the word.]
That said... I do not know of any other human being who can claim to have even lifted it an inch off a table, let alone used it to hit someone.
[Again, she eyes Sam like she's trying to see past his eyes to something inside him. This time, however, she will spare him the uncomfortable lean in.]
Steve Rogers could not even lift it.
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It could be different in my world...? I, um, I don't know.
I don't think it's a big deal.
[A slight smile.]
Was just the heat of the moment, or something. Or maybe because I'm pretty tied up in the supernatural.
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Maybe. Maybe it is different in your world.
Maybe it could be because of your line of work.
[A knowing smile then finds its way to her lips, as Wanda loses her scrutinous aura.]
Maybe there is something more to you entirely.
no subject
[He chuckles a bit, though, the scrutiny making him redden just a little.]
But now I'm feeling really judged by this hammer.
no subject
Well, I imagine you now know how a majority of the Avengers feel.
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Guess so. Hopefully Thor won't show up here and want to arm wrestle me.
Pretty sure I'd lose and break an arm.
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You might be surprised. Thor can be surprisingly good about sharing.
[She then adds with a more sly tone:]
But you are right about the arm wrestling part. He does that just for fun.
no subject
It's been a long time since I've met a genuinely decent god back home.
Other than the, uh... Capital-G-God, and even he's kind of... y'know.