xenamorph | Morph #3: The Struggle. [Action/Video]

[As weird as it was staying in Spock's guest bedroom, they were polite enough. Still, she really didn't spend much time there.

At first, she'd spent a lot of time just flying around, but it didn't really ease the tension. Something was missing. She was having trouble sleeping. She had so many nightmares, she lost track of which ones were which, and she'd wake up in the middle of the night, screaming into her pillow.

And then she'd fly again.

It wasn't enough.

Something is missing.]

[Video]

"So, um. Can anybody show me how to program that... battledome thing? And what else do you people do to entertain yourself around here."

[She stops for a moment, staring blankly at the camera as visions of violence and blood fill her head, before she blinks and snaps out of it.]

"Uh. So, if anybody could help me out on either end, I'd appreciate it."

[Action]

[She's going to be at the battledome today, trying to figure out how to make it work. She needs to...

Something. She's looking for something. She's not sure what.]

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From:

xenamorph

"Not that I know of. I just like red-tails."

[The bird takes off in a flurry of feathers and flies up, as if trying to find a sky. There isn't one, of course, but it's not like the simulation knows the difference.

The grin fades from her face.]

From:

asthehawkflies

Hawks are pretty cool. I'm kinda fond of what they stand for.

[He watches as it flies upwards. His own version fo what they stand for. His own namesake.]

I'm Clint, by the way. Or Hawkeye, if you prefer.

From:

xenamorph

"Uh. Rachel. I don't really have a nickname. Well, I mean, I had a friend who used to call me Xena, but he was being a smart-ass, so."

From:

asthehawkflies

Is it an accurate nickname at least?

From:

xenamorph

"I guess. Apparently I'm the brave one. Or the crazy one, depending on when you ask."

From:

asthehawkflies

Crazy and brave are not mutually exclusive. Sometimes they look very much the same.

From:

xenamorph

"That's what I keep telling myself."

[She grins, and already the tension eases from her figure a bit.]

"So what about you, 'Hawkeye?' You brave, crazy, or none of the above?"

From:

asthehawkflies

[Clint grins back and nods.]

Oh, both. Definitely both. Why stick with just one?

From:

xenamorph

"See? Somebody gets it."

[In this place, she shouldn't be surprised. It seemed like it was a magnet for people as crazy as her. She forced herself not to imagine the possibilities, and instead focused on the conversation at hand.]

"So you said something about training before. What kind of training could you do here?"

From:

asthehawkflies

[He laughed softly, shaking his head.]

Probably more people than you'd think here.

Probably any kind of training you could think up. Combat sims are what I do mainly. Shooting, hand to hand. I have a circus one too though, acrobatics, tightrope, trapeze...

From:

xenamorph

"Combat training?"

[Easy. Relax.]

"Can they simulate those Third Party guys I've heard about?"

From:

asthehawkflies

Yeah. Lots of combat training.

I'm pretty sure we can get something like that up if you're wanting to try. What training do you have? [She looks about seventeen. That means nothing.]

From:

xenamorph

"Uh... three years of front-line experience repelling an alien invasion, give or take?"

From:

asthehawkflies

[Huh, young for that but Clint wasn't going to gripe about it. He continued as though it was the most normal thing in the world.]

Fair enough. You have experience. How do you fight? Distance? Closeup? Weapons?

From:

xenamorph

"... Guerilla tactics. I... guess you'd call it unarmed combat...?"

From:

asthehawkflies

You guess? [Clint gave her a curious look at that.]

I can pull up a guerrilla program but it might not be suited to your style. You can probably make the changes you want though.

From:

xenamorph

[Sigh. Okay, yeah, there was really no way of doing this that wasn't awkward.]

"Okay, that, uh, combat style I mentioned? Mostly I turn into a bear. Got any changes to go with that?"

From:

asthehawkflies

[His hands still on the controls for a moment as he thinks that over. Is it really that weird, Barton? ...well, yes, but not really in comparison.]

Well, I can't say it's a situation I've had to plan for before, but I imagine plenty of space will be needed. I'll take out the air vents.

From:

xenamorph

"Well, I could probably go for something a little smaller if you're worried about it. Bear isn't the only thing I can do."

[But what? A wolf? Wolves were dangerous in a group, as a pack, but just one wasn't much worse than a particularly aggressive and powerful dog. Eagle wouldn't be much good in an enclosed space. Same with a cheetah.

... Oh, but there was a morph that would do the trick. A little larger than a human, but not by much, and certainly a lot more lithe and graceful. Yeah. Yeah, that would do nicely.]

"So, let me know when you're ready to start."

From:

asthehawkflies

I'm not worried. Just want to give you the best training area for your needs. You don't put a swordsman in the middle of a firefight.

[Usually.]

Sure, give me a minute.

[He finishes the program, making sure there's a decent bit of space, a few different areas to keep it interesting.]

I'm ready.

From:

xenamorph

[Rachel, meanwhile, already has her backup plan in mind.]

"This next part looks pretty gross. Just going to warn you now."

[She slips out of the outer layer of clothing, revealing a leotard and tights. And then she starts to focus on the morph.

Don't mind her if her skin turns green.]

From:

asthehawkflies

[He raises an eyebrow at her but leans back to watch the proceedings.

Okay... that is pretty gross. He's seen mangled corpses and broken bodies and some pretty weird stuff but this is still really weird. It looked like it should be hellishly painful because damn, bones are not supposed to bend that way.]

...you weren't kidding.

From:

xenamorphs

[Oh, it definitely should have been. Fortunately, she doesn't seem too bothered by it. My, but those blades that erupted from her skin looked painful, didn't they? And there were just. So many of them.

Finally, he finds himself face-to-face with- well. Face to beak with a seven-foot-tall blade-covered monstrosity.]

-Told you it was gross.-

Edited (Ahahaha disregard I fail at everything) Date: 2013-02-13 05:40 pm (UTC)

From:

asthehawkflies

[That is no creature from Earth. An alien then, though not Chitauri or Asgardian. Yeah, rationalising isn't gonna work. He's gonna chalk it up to crazy otherworld things and that will do.

He does tense up when he hears that voice inside his head.]

Okay, one thing to clear up. Can you read my thoughts or just speak to me? 'cause I'm not a huge fan of people getting inside my head.