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sixwordstories2013-08-01 01:45 pm
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Always wanting more. It's never enough.
[Whoops. Someone's been caught talking to himself. He doesn't look amused and goes on the defensive. Damn spies.]
Handlers acting like I was a soft-shell before all this happened.
Handlers acting like I was a soft-shell before all this happened.
[Soft in the head for making himself the Abomination maybe.]
Handlers all need a little breaking in, ya know? I generally torture them in various ways until they give me a new one and continue until I find someone I like. In my case, they gave me Coulson because nobody else would take me after awhile. [Yes, his grin is proud.]
More of what, my dear fellow? [Gilderoy prefers more fame and more fashionable colorful robes, himself.]
[He raises an eyebrow.]
What's your definition of 'torture'? [Anyone who relates to Banner in some way doesn't generally strike him as particularly cruel at first glance.]
What's your definition of 'torture'? [Anyone who relates to Banner in some way doesn't generally strike him as particularly cruel at first glance.]
[Blonsky eyes up the gentleman warily before responding. The familiar accent doesn't earn his trust, but it helps him talk a little more willingly. He wants more of many things, but he still watches his words until he can figure what this fellow is on about.]
More capability. And freedom to do my job.
More capability. And freedom to do my job.
Oh... and what sort of job is that? [He's just dying to tell this complete stranger about all his accomplishments, though it'll be a little tricky considering the stranger is a muggle.
Lockhart is probably dressed a little strangely in his eyes, to say the least. Thankfully his robes are blue rather than pastel pink today. He flashes him a bright, dazzling smile.]
I am a Professor, myself. I teach all about... ehm. English. [Definitely not something to do with magic.]
Lockhart is probably dressed a little strangely in his eyes, to say the least. Thankfully his robes are blue rather than pastel pink today. He flashes him a bright, dazzling smile.]
I am a Professor, myself. I teach all about... ehm. English. [Definitely not something to do with magic.]
Right... [Blonsky gives the man a sidelong look at that slightly unconvincing declaration of profession. Personally, if Blonsky believed him he certainly looked the stereotypical part of a crazed English Professor.]
I happen to be a soldier. [Branch and any additional details being intentionally omitted around someone who either can't get their own profession straight, or isn't forthcoming about it.]
I happen to be a soldier. [Branch and any additional details being intentionally omitted around someone who either can't get their own profession straight, or isn't forthcoming about it.]
Edited 2013-08-07 01:33 (UTC)
I'm sure our ideas are quite different. I tend to stalk them through the air ducts, spike their coffee, interfere with "important" phone calls, ignore them if they made bad calls and did my own thing on ops. They really My best friend is the best spy in the agency and can get dirt on anyone and isn't afraid to use it. I have my own blackmail pool handy. Mostly I just annoyed them until they asked that I be transferred.
Well, there's something to be said for the proper application of personal torment. [He shrugs a bit. Not torture in the brutal sense, but for some people the aforementioned activities may classify as such.]
I don't make it easy for the handlers, but I might have to step up my game a bit.
I don't make it easy for the handlers, but I might have to step up my game a bit.
Just don't do any crazy shit, because I'm sure they're watching you like a hawk. [Hell, Clint was still watching him like a hawk, sometimes from the air ducts. Shhhh.]
And Bruce is my boy, so if anything happens to him, there's a very big target on your forehead. Just a friendly warning. [And he's actually smiling a genuine smile.]
I don't need your boyfriend to raise a little caine. [He snorts with a bemused look of his own.]
Nah, Coulson has that pleasure and he'd happily put a bullet in you. Bruce isn't the violent type, he's happy in the lab doing research. Coulson however, looks calm, but that's just how he looks before he either drinks his coffee or kills someone. Kinda hard to read that one. [Clint so loved that about him.]
He can get in line if he wants it that badly. [He tosses that remark offhandedly and shrugs. He's made a lot of enemies in his life, adding another doesn't bother him, especially now.]
[Clint shrugs.] We've all been ordered to play nice, so this is me trying to play nice, alright?
How are you settling in?
I feel I've been reasonably tolerant. [Which is saying something, even for him. The threat of sedatives and restraints for however long he might live is a surprisingly effective incentive.]
And less settling, more...sitting around, bored. [He grimaces.]
And less settling, more...sitting around, bored. [He grimaces.]
After Loki took over my head and I was compromised, I had to sit around for weeks, waiting to be cleared by medical. Thought I was going batshit crazy, they wouldn't even let me have my bow. Coulson finally got that back for me and I spent most my time on the range, shooting things. I thought it was the blowing things up that made me feel better, but Bruce made me realize it was all the controlled breathing.
Give a shot sometime.
[He eyes Clint up a bit more warily. He was going strong until he mentioned Banner. There's a brief snarl but it's quickly aborted as he momentarily puts his hand over his eyes before running it through his hair once in frustration.]
It's feeling useless that's driving me up the bloody walls. I almost don't care if they used me to haul around scrap, as long as it was outside. I've been staring at the same four walls. [He snarls in irritation as he curls his shoulders.]
It's feeling useless that's driving me up the bloody walls. I almost don't care if they used me to haul around scrap, as long as it was outside. I've been staring at the same four walls. [He snarls in irritation as he curls his shoulders.]
[Clint has been studying him closely and he's curious now.]
Why do you hate him so much? And you could probably use some of those breathing lessons.
I've had enough 'breathing lessons' to go blue in the face. [He snaps back. He really has, a lot of people have tried to teach him, he just hasn't found any personal success with it. He pointedly leaves that question unanswered though.]
Riiiight. So tell me this then, are you a danger to him? Do you want to hurt him?
[For a wizard, Lockhart is very modernly dressed! Trousers instead of long, flowing robes and cheery pastels rather than the usual black... why, he'd be very offended to be described as crazed.]
Excellent! I fought a great deal of battles myself. Always came out the victor, of course, or I wouldn't be standing here. [He laugh, giggles!, at his own joke and holds out a hand so uncalloused it couldn't have seen a honest job let alone fought in wars.] Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, absolutely marvelous to meet you~!
Excellent! I fought a great deal of battles myself. Always came out the victor, of course, or I wouldn't be standing here. [He laugh, giggles!, at his own joke and holds out a hand so uncalloused it couldn't have seen a honest job let alone fought in wars.] Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, absolutely marvelous to meet you~!
Blonsky. [He keeps his tone clipped and clearly unamused. Unfortunately he has a very limited sense of humor and doesn't appear entertained or impressed by Lockhart. The only 'battle' this guy could have seen would be the local spelling bee.
He takes a look at that offered hand and grudgingly gives it a shake, being certain not to hurt the man but to also make it just a bit more firm than should be comfortable. Blonsky's own palm is thick and calloused, with dirt from countless nations worked permanently into the creases. If Gilderoy had a manicure recently, he'll definitely need another after this handshake.]
He takes a look at that offered hand and grudgingly gives it a shake, being certain not to hurt the man but to also make it just a bit more firm than should be comfortable. Blonsky's own palm is thick and calloused, with dirt from countless nations worked permanently into the creases. If Gilderoy had a manicure recently, he'll definitely need another after this handshake.]
Keep him out of sight and we won't have problems.
[Oh dear oh dear, that is quite the handshake and Gilderoy looks rather pale and nervous when he's finished. He'd not yet noticed the dirt, but that'd be yet another reason to never shake this fellow's hand again.
He gives him an especially forced smile, the sort that'd only look genuine to the extremely gullible.] And... is 'Blonsky' your given name or your surname, my dear man? [He idly brushes his vest off, getting some dirt on it in the process.]
He gives him an especially forced smile, the sort that'd only look genuine to the extremely gullible.] And... is 'Blonsky' your given name or your surname, my dear man? [He idly brushes his vest off, getting some dirt on it in the process.]
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