002 | Phil Coulson | [Video]

[theshield_agent]

[He's pointing his wrist at the giant box in the center of town.]

Anyone want to tell me what the heck I'm looking at. I think I heard "old Norse" and that just begs the question of whether we have anyone who can read old Norse. I'm afraid I don't speak any dead languages, myself, and this isn't anything I've seen before.

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[yadonebuckedup.livejournal.com]

I know many languages, Agent, but none that would seem useful in this case. [ He pauses. ] Though I do recall someone mentioning it. Has the box even...done anything yet? Other than sit there?

[theshield_agent]

Fun story. I pressed my ear against it and I have a feeling someone or something is... in there.

[yadonebuckedup.livejournal.com]

[ He thinks this over. ]

How is that fun?

[theshield_agent]

Well, there's this thing we call sarcasm where we say something, but we actually mean the opposite.

[beenunmade]

[ Agent Barton is sitting...on top of the box, legs swung over the edge as he listened to Coulson chatter on and switching on his video. ]

I have nothing to add, boss. Other than I think we can cross bomb off the list of purposes it has. [ Yeah...he's talking via the communicators. He's sure Phil already knows Clint's checked it out or in the process of checking it out. ]

[theshield_agent]

[Phil picks up a pinecone and throws it at him.]

Thanks for the update, agent.

[beenunmade]

[ Clint catches it before looking over the edge of the box, laying on his stomach and propping his head up on his arms. ]

Did you hear the screaming, sir?

[plaidsamurai]

[Maybe the worst video ever, it's mostly all a blur of green. Logan's walking towards the town center and forgot how to do audio only.]

I'm surprised it didn't break when it landed... was loud enough.

[theshield_agent]

Yeah, makes me wonder who made it to withstand something like that. You wouldn't happen to know what any of this means, would you?

[plaidsamurai]

[Wee~~ Actionnnn]

[It didn't take Logan long to get to the fountain and the box was a lot bigger than he'd thought it would be, maybe more disturbingly he could hear things inside it despite standing a good ten feet away from it.]

What what means? The scratches? You kiddin'? Do I look like a professor of ancient languages to you?

[hung_garian]

Gee, sure would be handy if you had some Norse gods just lying around, huh?

[theshield_agent]

[Phil smiles. He's wary after his conversation with Sam, but he has no reason to think that this Loki is a threat until he does something wrong. For all he knows, Sam could be a bigger threat. Besides, so far he seems to mostly just be a lush with the appetite of a child on Halloween.]

You think you could give us a hand? I'll make it worth your while.

[hung_garian]

Ah, but will you? I'm a busy man, pal.

[He's clearly lying in bed with a lollipop sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and what appears to be a whole airline of paper planes scattered around him.]

My time's not cheap.

[primogen_vampirate]

I can read it, darling. But I doubt that will help much.

[theshield_agent]

I'm sure it will be a help. Why wouldn't it be?

[primogen_vampirate]

Because the writing appears to be rubbish.

[greenisnteasy]

Not sure about the Norse, sorry, but I do know enough astronomy to know that's a star map on one side, and those globes fit into it somehow, probably as some kind of celestial bodies. Suns, meteors, planets. If we figure out what part of space that map is trying to be, it could tell us a lot.

[theshield_agent]

Let me know what you find. If I get anything from anyone else, I'll forward it along to you. So far, what we've got is that it's stronger than adamantium, so have fun figuring that one out.

[greenisnteasy]

I think I'll make my new catchphrase "Now I've seen everything."

I'll keep you informed.

[onteamdyson]

It's called a box, Phil. Four sides. Solid walls. Definitely a box. I've seen a few in my lifetime, don't worry, I'll educate you on their many uses.

[theshield_agent]

It's a cube, Kenzi. It has six sides.

[onteamdyson]

Cubes are for squares, Coulson! Zip it with your logical comebacks. Are you freaking out yet?

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

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Coulson. [She walks over at a brisk pace, her hand resting on the grip of her gun. Some people have security blankets.]

Sorry I'm late. I was looking for someone.

[She stops and looks at the box, the frown that's nearly always on her face these days deepening.]

Don't suppose you've found out what we're dealing with yet.

[theshield_agent]

We've got nothing. It's covered in graffiti and nonsense and no one can tell exactly what the screaming is.

[agentx13.livejournal.com]

Screaming? [She draws nearer and presses her ear against the stone. She listens for a couple seconds and pulls away.]

Shit.

[She stands back, then takes a running start, using the speed to help her kick along the side to reach the top. She kneels on the top and studies the top closely.]

These symbols. Do we know what they mean? Or do we just know they're nonsense that looks like stuff that isn't nonsense?