Sowing the seed of Wrath... [Open]

[compromisedarrow]

Who: Clint Barton (compromisedarrow) and Open
What: Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath Edition
When: All day of the 21st. Sections are going up.
Where: All through the castle.
Rating: Certificate 15 for violence

OOC: Sections to go up:-

Morning: Clint will be out and about, feeling a little under the weather.
Afternoon: In the kitchen, trying to calm down with tea or somesuch, noticeably more irritable, easy to annoy.
Evening: On the prowl in the castle, bow out, quiver on. Cross him, and he'll likely just attack out of the blue. You've been warned.

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MORNING

[compromisedarrow]

[A cold. How could he get a cold?

He was feeling downright miserable, but after raiding the clinic for some cold remedy, he wasn't going to be one of those guys who lays in bed all day feeling sorry for themselves.

He has his bow case and is heading down to the shooting range.]

((OOC: People are free to bump into him in the clinic/at the shooting range or anywhere inbetween! Feel free to comment on how awful he looks.))

On the way to the shooting range, huzzah!

[righttrack]

[Oh hay movie buddy. Kurt hurries over to say hi, and quickly raises his eyebrows in surprise.]

You don't look good.

Huzzah

[compromisedarrow]

Good to know I look as bad as I feel.

[That's said with a wince. Not so loud, Kurt.]

I wouldn't get too close.

[righttrack]

[Ew, good point. He doesn't want to get sick, and covers his mouth and nose with one hand, speaking muffledly through them.]

You're not the first sick person I've talked to today.

Shooting Range YEAH

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is already there, practicing her archery. Surprise, surprise!

Actually, Dairine has been practicing on the sly for a while now, purposely choosing times when the shooting range is empty. She'd rather not make a fool of herself in front of people. And learning a new skill requires a certain amount of mistakes.

Still, it seems the lessons are paying off. Most of her arrows are hitting the target... though few of them are close to the bulls-eye yet. Frowning, Dairine notches another arrow and takes aim.]

YEEEEAH

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint walks up and leans against the wall behind her, watching for a while...

...Until a sudden coughing fit forces him to turn away to stop spreading it, shirt back over his mouth.]

AFTERNOON

[compromisedarrow]

[The symptoms were getting worse and worse, so Clint gives up on target practice, heading back to the castle.

He was going to try hot lemon and honey, more meds, anything to shift this headache and cough. It wasn't helping his mood any.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler wasn't feeling all that great, either. It was enough to drive him out of his room, something he'd done very begrudgingly at first. But as the day wore on, he felt less the need to hide away. After all, there were so many THINGS in the castle. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it before.

So, he wanders into the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards, pocketing things here and there, whatever really takes his eye. As, he does this, he glances over at Clint]

Well, you sure look like crud.

[compromisedarrow]

Mm.

[That's the only response you'll get, Once, with his head banging. Talking doesn't help.

He's sat at the table, hunched over, leaning over a cup of something hot and sweet, honey by the smell of it. His quiver, full of arrows, still on his back and his bow case by his feet. If you want to try, you have to get close...]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ it's just a visit, but that doesn't mean lois sees it as tacky to go "borrow" some food from the castle kitchen. she stops in the door, however, eyes quickly taking in the state of the guy seated there. ]

Just a little friendly advice, fella? When you look like you're coming down with the plague, maybe try not hanging out in the space where hundreds of people get their meals served from.

[compromisedarrow]

[And he nudges the bottle of lemon-scented anti-bacterial spray sat next to him.]

I'm disinfecting stuff as I go. Don't get your panties in a twist.

[He takes another sip of whatever hot drink he made. Really not in the mood to deal with stuff.]

EVENING

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint was prowling the castle, tensed, looking around, his bow out, which was strange. Whenever he was in the castle, his bow was always stashed away.

He doesn't look quite right. In fact, he looks angry. A scowl on his face as he walks the halls.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Cloud is just... wandering around, well, that's a lie, he's merely leaning on wall, seeing life passing by. Hell, he's not even got his sword with him, because the thing is heavy and what's the purpose anyway?

As Clint passes by, he doesn't even look up. He doesn't really care at all.]

[compromisedarrow]

[That would have been all well and good...

If their shoulders hadn't collided on the way past. Did Clint do it on purpose, or was it an accident?

Either way, the archer whirls around.]

Hey! Why don't ya damn well watch where ya going?!

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine spots him on her way back from the kitchen after grabbing a quick snack. He’s still walking about with that cold of his? Good lord, get some rest already.

But then she notices the bow and tense stance, which gets her immediate attention. She hurries over.]

Barton, what's happened? [Serious Dairine time. Because obviously there must be some threat if Barton was armed and on edge.]

[compromisedarrow]

[He seems to be a lot better... Physically anyway. But there's something... not right.]

Nothing's wrong. Why don't you butt out for a change?

[Yep. Definitely not right.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Guess who can't tell who looks what emotion?

Duke has an armful of messy notes and a container of aloe lotion for his slowly healing sunburn. He will be keeping close to the wall, but he's not paying too much attention to exactly who is walking by. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Which is exactly when Barton's shoulder clips Duke's. Intentional? Maybe. Either way, not happy.]

Watch where the hell you're going. Jeez, think a blind guy would have a stick or something.

Re: EVENING

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Vanyel had been having a difficult time sleeping since he woke from his month long nap. Perhaps his body had had enough of it and was telling him to stop being ridiculous. Either way, it encouraged him to take long walks, exploring the castle and getting exercise going up and down stairs and through halls.

He was coming down one when he frowned, spying Clint. He still had a special place of like reserved for the man since helping him with his peacock feathers.]</sub>

Bit late to be hunting, isnt' it?

_{[Because he likes to assume the nice version first.]}

[compromisedarrow]

[Unfortunately, even being nice to Clint right now isn't going to end well. He's fully caught up in whatever is flying around the expedition members.]

No-one asked for your opinion.

[That response is growled back.]

[valuedstrength]

[That is definitely strange. Steve is going to make a bee line for him. He hasn't seen Clint acting this way since he arrived. They didn't want a repeat of that.]

Clint! What's going on?

[compromisedarrow]

[He was getting sick of people asking that... so sick he reaches back and, in one fluid movement, draws an arrow from his quiver and starts to turn.

He notches it, turns to face Steve, takes aim for a second, and looses the arrow. Not the quickest proceedure, so Steve can probably easily dodge it.]

Evening

[originalcopy]

[Church has no clue where exactly in the castle he is other than "random hallway". Frankly the idea of "magic castle" isn't sitting all that well with him, so when he sees a guy with a bow.. it just looks like a giant cliche. I mean come on, who uses a bow?]

Hey Robin Hood... which way is it to back to the lobby?

[compromisedarrow]

[And Clint stops in his prowl. He always hated that nickname...]

What did you call me?

[originalcopy]

What? You'd prefer William Tell?

[Church shrugs nonchalantly.]

Seriously though, I think I'm lost. Which way is it back to the lobby?