13 - Erungar - Dictated + Action?

[radiantwingedone]

[ The fact that there was water running and contented burbles woke him first, but after that it was the fact that this wasn't his bed. He doesn't sleep with covers all neat like this.

At least he's not wearing a dress this time, and as far as his searching hands can tell, there isn't a second person in the bed. So far, better than the last two times. The burbling was weird, and..

that was definitely a voice from the direction of running water and Duke was not expecting the end of the bed right there.

The journal picks up his thump to the floor, and high, happy, child giggles. ]

.... what....

Comments

Room action!

[compromisedarrow]

[The water shuts off, and there's a cheerful whistling coming from the bathroom.

And Clint wanders in, towel wrapped around his waist, before he stops.

And stares.]

There's a baby with a gun. [Yes, the little girl has a handgun in her lap. Disarmed, not loaded, but still...]

[Duke is, thankfully, hidden right now, across the other side of the bed.]

All the Room Action

[radiantwingedone]

... would explain the giggling. [ Duke's trying to remember if he's heard what a 'gun' is before. Prototype Hoplon for personal use?

Either way, he's just.. going to sit up for now, no trying to look in the right direction. ]

Re: All the Room Action

[compromisedarrow]

[Okay, stranger alert. The only reason Clint's not pouncing on you, Duke, is because he's not wearing anything but a towel.

He's tensed up, though. Eyes flicking to where he has a knife stashed.]

Okay, I give. Who are you?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke's hearing is back to slightly better than average human, but he can hear the shifting of stance. Rubbing absently at the side of his head that had met the floor, still facing uselessly in the wrong direction. ]

... Duke. You? [ The child is still happy, at the very least. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint just stares at the man before leaning and waving a hand in his eyeline.]

Clint. Clint Barton.

[radiantwingedone]

[ There's no reaction to the waving - well, after a moment he shifts and looks more-or-less at Clint. Not the right amount of focus to be looking at him though. ]

... Is it easier to wave a hand than ask?

[compromisedarrow]

It's usually rude to ask.

[That, and blind people can't normally tell. Still, the kid's finding this amusing as hell, as she's giggling away like mad.]

So. Is this baby with a gun yours?

[radiantwingedone]

Hmn. [ He's been learning the sound of waving motions. People keep trying. ]

.... Highly unlikely. [ He. hasn't slept with anyone.

Although a moment's focus - swirling the mana about, figuring out what Clint and the child feel like.... ]

. . . . . . [ He's going to blame the castle. All of the blame on the castle. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint, meanwhile, is going to just ease the gun out of the child's lap.

And then she starts crying.]

Damn it! Uh... Uhh...

[radiantwingedone]

[ Wince. loud. ]

Find something to distract with. [ He'd help, but. He's in your room, and being blind isn't helping.

Okay, so he is care -

why is he trying to find something when he could just wish for something-

Duke rolls a plush bunwigle toward the pair of voices. There. ]

dictated

[valuedstrength]

You left your journal open.

Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

Not my journal, cap.

[Please tell him you missed the gun statement.]

Dictated

[valuedstrength]

[Does he ever miss anything? Watch him play it cool.] Good to know, Agent Barton. Everything alright there?

Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

[Can't knock this bird off his flight.]

Oh, yeah, everything's fine. Come back from a shower, and there's a blind albino and a baby in my room.

Dictated, being a theadjacker

[radiantwingedone]

At least this time I am not in a dress. [ Yay castle. ]

Dictated

[valuedstrength]

How's the baby doing?

Re: Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

[To Duke:]

In a dress?

[To Steve:]

She's fine. Duke's holding her at the minute. She likes him.

Dictated

[radiantwingedone]

Most recent time - [ Nope baby fingers in his mouth give him a moment. ]

castle moved; woke paired, half of pairs were "princesses". [ Yes. He was in a dress. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Most Dignified Snort.]

Sorry. It's just...

[A pause as he tries to stop himself from laughing silently.]

Princesses?

[radiantwingedone]

Correct. other half was a "prince."

[compromisedarrow]

[He really shouldn't laugh, but there's a lengthy pause as he does. Silently, before stopping himself.]

So... So what did you have to do? Was it like sleeping beauty or something?

Dictated

[valuedstrength]

[Right the dress guy.] Long as everything is okay there. If you need anything let me know?

Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

Got it.

[Starting to think he's in the clear about the whole gun thing...]

Dictated

[valuedstrength]

Okay. [Clint don't be silly.] Oh and Agent Barton? You might want to keep weapons away from the baby from now on.

Dictated

[compromisedarrow]

It wasn't loaded!

And, for the record? Not my fault.