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[Action] Arrival post

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Good to know. Nice sassing the chick with the weapon while hiding behind the guy in the suit.

[But she's smirking. You got moxie, kid. The crossbow is lowered completely.]

Ha. Funny. For a second I thought you said Loki. Because that's totally possible and not at all a made up thing. [Not a loki. Not Ryan, and not fae. Just Loki. As in the god. As in not even close to being the Garuda. Still, no need to let them know everything she knows. Not yet.]

No idea where we are, hence the trip to the lighthouse where there will probably be a map or maybe boats or a good vantage point so I can get back home. Where I should be. Where I was doing something really freakin' important and should probably get back to finish that up.

[She's not putting much faith in highly skilled agents that end up dead.] Because calm and rational gets shit done and screaming helps no one unless you're Yoko Ono and then it's like... your job.

[Phil turns to Kurt.]

I told you that following me wasn't safe. [Then to both of them.] You're both safer if you stay with other people for now until we figure out why we're here.

And I did say Loki. I was about to go fight him before I woke up here. I don't know what's going on, but we're not safe and I'd much rather only risk myself.

Yes, but I didn't realize "not safe" was synonymous with "insanely dangerous".

[Then, now that he's had a few moments to regain his composure (and he's pretty sure Kenzi isn't going to impale him with an arrow anytime soon), he clears his throat and straightens up, looking around briefly, then ducking down and grabbing a good-sized stick. It's not a gun or a crossbow and he sort of holds it like he would something slimy and gross (with his fingertips and with a grimace on his face), but it's better than nothing.]

I appreciate the concern, but I'd rather be with people I'm pretty sure can fight off whatever monsters might be lurking around here than sitting on the gross disgusting nasty ground by a tacky fountain, thank you very much.

Don't tell me what to do, Agent bossypants! Do you even have jurisdiction over Canadians? If you're hunting a bad guy, I want in. I was doing that before I got here anyway! You passed the test, you're in the posse, that means we stick together.

A ... stick. Oh sweetie. Honey, no. Here. [Kid's got spirit, she'll give him that. Ignore the fact that she's probably only a few years older. Kenzi pulls a knife from her back pocket and hands it to Kurt.] If you stab me in the back with this later, I will destroy you and dress your corpse in something way more tacky than that fountain. Got it, sunshine?

... Also, we're apparently not potentially, maybe, possibly taking on a serial killer. We're taking on a god who may or may not be here? Fun! Lets do this before I have a panic attack and my heart explodes.

That's usually what I mean by "unsafe".

[Phil doesn't want to point out that gun trumps crossbow and his jurisdiction is that he said so, so he doesn't argue the point.]

I have friends here--coworkers. They can help. They're trained for this. Besides, I don't even know if he's here and we're leaving a ton of people still passed out and unarmed back there.

[Kurt will take the knife with a little bit of a grimace and turn it around very carefully (no offense, Kenzi, but he doesn't know where it's been) then rub the handle carefully with the hem of his jacket. Phil's not-so-subtle request that the two of them don't tag along gets an arched eyebrow.]

I don't think you're going to get anywhere by appealing to our better natures, because she's clearly made up her mind and I've already established that I'm not leaving. Besides, it's probably safer back there, so the people with weapons should stay where they're needed. [Waves around the knife a little.] See? Weapon.

[Oh Kurt. You're holding it like you would silverware at a fancy dinner and you're wearing bright yellow rain boots.]

Ugh. Great. Guard duty. I hate when the authority types try to use reason and logic.

You know what I'm trained for? Awesomeness and ass-kicking.

[But there are innocent people and a kid holding a weapon DAINTILY and no sign of Bo. Going by horror movie rules, sticking together really is the better option. Also Kurt just kind of backed her up and that gets a grin out of her.]

Alright, I'm in. I'm helping whether you like it or not, so get used to it. I'm Kenzi.

Agent Phil Coulson. It's nice to meet you, Kenzi.

[He relaxes a little. Everyone is safer this way, except maybe Kurt, who he really hopes isn't about to need stitches, although at least Doctor Banner had been back there if they needed someone to do it.]

Personally, I have a degree in taking names with a minor in applied superhero wrangling.

[He smiles and turns back towards the center of town.]

[Oh yay, they're a ragtag posse team. Kurt's going to be pulling a -- yes, that's a monogrammed handkerchief out of his bag and wrapping the knife in it, since it doesn't seem to be needed right now. The nicely-cocooned deadly weapon will go back into his bag and he'll drift over towards Kenzi with a polite, if hesitant smile.]

I'm Kurt. Nice to meet you. [Then, in a stage whisper:] I don't think there's actually a field of study for name-taking.

Woah. WOAH! Wait. Did you just say superhero? As in superheroes. As in guys with powers and capes and tights that fight crime and do awesome shit?! I need deets. Also Phil? You're a secret agent that fights gods and hangs out with superheroes and your name is Phil? We have to do something about that.

[She'll figure out some way to spice that up later, but she is definitely following him around forever now. Kenzi returns Kurt's smile and stage whispers right back.]

I bet he made it up just to impress us. Likewise on the nice to meet you part.

[Oh, is that all he had to say? Had he known that, he would have just started with it.]

I'll tell you all about it once we make sure that everyone is relatively safe.

I'm pretty happy with my name, though. I don't think I need a new one.

You could be Mister, Phil. Or Phil Bond. Something that gives a hint that there's hidden depth and perhaps a tragic past underneath your corporate exterior.

[Oh dear. Now that Kurt's comfortable, he's going to be snarky.]

Yeah, you better.

[Damn, Kurt. Now you're speaking Kenzi's language..]

Hmm. I dunno. I kind of like the sound of Philociraptor. Phillomena? Philharmonic orchestra is so overdone. Oh! I got it. Philliam. Agent Philliam Coulson, badass hero wrangler and safety patrol. Wait-- Dammit, I just turned us into glorified hall monitors. Also, there better be lobster in this creepy-hollow fishing village.

[Phil's not sure if he feels blessed or cursed right now.]

Do you know how to cook a lobster?

[Because Phil sure as hell doesn't and that's a good topic change, right? Right?]

I do. I can make a lobster bisque that will compel you to propose marriage to me on the spot. [Hair-flick goes here.]

Now you're changing the subject. Philharmonizer or Philliam?

Can... can we get free food without a contractual obligation, or--?

[What? No. Kenzi stop thinking about food and focus on escape! But food is vital to her delicious existence and if Kurt can cook, they are going to be buddies. Provided there is some strange reason they can't get out of here, but that is so not likely! Right?]

I vote Philliam. We should also poll his co-workers.

I guess I can deal with Philliam and we should not poll my co-workers. One of them can snap your neck with her thighs.

[Not that she will, but it's a pretty cool skill that Phil might find just the tiniest bit attractive. Of course, he also finds Clint's ability to shoot his bow to be incredibly attractive, so maybe he's just a little weird about that sort of thing.]

Oh, shit.

[As they approach the fountain again, Phil is blessed with the wonderful image of his two closest friends fighting each other. He takes off in a mad dash, leaving Kenzi and Kurt behind. He knows they'll be fine for a few minutes.]

[Kurt has a snappy reply all lined up -- except all of a sudden there are people in leather fighting one another next to the tacky fountain and Phil is racing off and sorry, Kenzi, you're the new safest person to be standing near, so prepare to have your personal space invaded by a still-jumpy teenager.]

Oh my god.

[Safe isn't usually a word used to describe Kenzi for quite a few reasons. This is one of them:

She drapes her free arm over Kurt's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.]

Sweet! Secret agent fight! This is awesome. We should start a betting pool. How much ya got on you? My money's on the guy with massive, crushing, giant arms of doom.

.... Or. We. Can keep people back until it's over. I mean. Whatevs. Your call. [Shruuuug]

...you know what, I am so into the idea of crowd control. Really. It's always been a secret passion of mine.

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