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test drive meme: pre-game opening #1
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Clint Barton | Marvel Cinematic Universe
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The fact that he seemed to be in this unnamed realm with nothing but monsters and messages from an unknown source. He thought himself to be the lone, sentient being. It had been days, and he'd seen no others.
He stood in a field, knocking down the last remaining survivors of the most recent wave. He growled in rage as he seized one, smashing its head into that of another, killing them both.
Given the level of grime, blood and dirt on his armor and hands, and the overall state of him, he had been at this for quite some time. Hours, at the very least. ]
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Another arrow comes whizzing out of the air, past Thor—avoiding him widely, but directly across his field of vision—and lodges itself in another corpse.
Moments later, Barton drops down from a nearby tree. He walks across the field toward Thor.]
Sorry. Just making sure you weren't in berzerker mode.
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His head snapped up, looking for the source. He'd thought himself alone. If these things could use weapons, he may not fair so well against them.
But to his relief and surprise, there was Barton. A familiar face. But it made no sense in the reasoning he'd applied to his own presence here. Why would a human be pulled in as well? At least it was an ally, and one who could not have their power stolen away. ]
It would take a great deal more than these creatures to send me that far.
[ Those his tone marks another reason why the rage of battle hadn't quite consumed him. It reflects the weight he felt at being here. The depression that threatened to settle over him if he were to stop for too long. ]
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Never thought I'd use the decontamination setting on this thing but… if anything about zombies is actually true, I don't wanna be spreading it around.
[He makes for the next corpse to continue arrow retrieval.]
Any of the others here?
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[ He watches Barton, something in his words having struck him as odd. He tries to figure it out on his own, but comes up with absolutely nothing. The zombies comment. He had no context for this, having rather missed out on the finer details of human culture.
That, and the reading upon waking had not exactly stayed with him. ]
Zombies? You are familiar with these...creatures?
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Not officially. Just folktales. Reanimated dead. Want to feed off the living. Can turn you into one them with… not sure, maybe a bite. All these monster stories tend to cross-fade a bit. Only way to stop 'em is to get 'em in the head—but you got that bit down all right.
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But his attention was pulled away from his watch, the more Barton spoke. Especially the bit about being bitten. ]
If a bite could change you or I, does that mean these were all once people? Were they bitten, as well?
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They were definitely once people. But they were already dead. What we're fighting isn't them anymore, and they can't be brought back. Just… y'know.
[Turns his eyes back to the corpse under his feet. The arrow he'd just pulled out of it, he sticks back in his quiver.]
Released.
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[ Even with the softer tone, these words did not comfort Thor. If they were already dead, it meant they had gone on to their reward. These were just empty shells, re-animated with a simple purpose. But it did not change the fact that they had once been people.
It was not a thought he wanted to dwell upon, as their attacks were far too relentless to ignore. He would be forced to kill any more that got near enough, especially if a simple bite could have him joining their ranks. So he forced himself to focus on something else. ]
Have you been here long?
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I'm finding exact time a bit hard to track, here… I think about a day. You?
[ooc: D'aw, sorry I failed to give a cap—Sadly I'm off on an internetless week, and don't expect you'll want to continue this when I get back, but we certainly can if you're still interested, and either way thank you for helping me voicetest and this was unutterably awesome!!!]
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But more than that, he had been far too consumed by his emotions and swarmed by these creatures to track the passing of the hours. ]
Perhaps slightly more, I am not entirely certain. And for that, I fear I may not be able to continue in such a manner for much longer.
[ Now that he had come to a full stop, he was feeling the weariness. The exhaustion of so many battles. Of struggling with the reasons for being here. ]
((OOC: And I must apologize for being slow to respond. I've only had bits of time to tag between hosting a friend from out of town! But if you are up to continuing when you return, I would very much love to! Because your Hawkeye is so good it hurts. And if we don't continue here, I hope you join up in the game proper so we can interact there!))
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