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.

[yadonebuckedup.livejournal.com]

Do we really have time for sarcasm at this point?

[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]

You know, a giant box that doesn't really do anything doesn't fill me with a feeling of immediacy.

[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, when I pressed my ear to it. I don't know if it's a person or a recording or what.

[He touches the side of the box, fingers sliding over bumps and grooves.]

[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?

[beenunmade]

[ Clint smiles (cheekily) at the other man from where he was laying on top of the box. ]

You really don't want me to tell you what you look like, mutton chops. It'll hurt your feelings. [ A pause. ] 'n I think he was serious. He doesn't judge by appearances...which in this case I think he shoulda. The lumberjack isn't gonna know Ancient Norse, Phil.

[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.

[theshield_agent]

I would have gone with ice road trucker, myself.

[Appearances can be deceiving. Phil's appearance certainly is. He shakes his head.]

Not only am I not going to assume who does or doesn't speak or read what language, but who knows if it even is Norse. I think someone mentioned it in the chatter, but that doesn't mean anything.

[theshield_agent]

[Luckily Phil is practically immune to this kind of bullshit due to the questionable company he keeps.]

Anything you want that I can get. Candy, alcohol... you name it.

[plaidsamurai]

Ice road trucker, I like that one.

[He shifts his attention from the cube to Coulson, squinting slightly as he sizes him up. The guy reeks of government still, even after being here for a week.] No assumin', real diplomatic of you. Wouldn't expect anything less from the fine folks at SHIELD.

[Unabashedly he lets his claws slip out from between his knuckles.] Looks like stone... [He says, lightly running a claw across the surface. No mark. A little odd, so he presses harder... still nothing.] Hm.

[beenunmade]

[ Holy crap they have Freddy Kruger Jr here. Clint just watches, blinking. ]

It looks like stone...hold on, we got a genius here boss. [ Clint assumed it was made out of stone already. As one of the fine SHIELD folks; he's allowed to assume all he damn well wants, mutton chops. ] Didn't make a dent, did you?

[theshield_agent]

[Of course Phil reeks of government. He puts a lot of work into that. It's surprising how much it actually disarms a lot of people when they assume he's just a suit with a stack of papers who plays everything by the book. Do any of them even understand how hard it is to find suits that fit him in a town full of fishermen?]

Maybe we just need something harder. [He's ignoring Clint's snark, because Clint's on top of the damn thing. It would be concerning if he didn't know what it was made of. Honestly, he was more than a little distracted by the giant metal claws sticking out of Logan's hand.]

[yadonebuckedup.livejournal.com]

There is a possibility that it was planted here by whomever brought us here. [ He doesn't think it'd be useful in the least bit, that's for sure. ]

[theshield_agent]

[Okay, Phil needs to turn the sarcasm down, doesn't he?]

It seems likely that they're related. Knowing what it is might make things easier.

[plaidsamurai]

Can it, Robin Hood. I don't see you comin' up with any bright ideas... anyway, don't you have an archery contest to go win somewhere? [He grumbled, all of his focus still on the stone. Fucking Barton, of all the people...]

Something harder? You ever heard of adamantium? That's what these are. If this was stone, regular stone... [He doesn't bother finishing his sentence, because if they don't know what adamantium is, then everything he just said is meaningless to them, and if they do then his point is already made.]