psychic_hotline: ([angry] windwept)
[personal profile] psychic_hotline
Loki's gone.

Anyone organizing a party is advised to do so on a filter I can't see.

I'll be in the firing range if anybody needs me.

Son of a bitch.

[There's a very short pause and then she cuts off.]

[OOC: If anyone wants to spamattack a cop shooting at the stationary targets in the range they're encouraged to do so! Otherwise, responses will ICly come a little later.]

Date: 2012-10-02 11:32 pm (UTC)
omar: (got me confused with a man who repeat)
From: [personal profile] omar
Sorry to hear that.

Date: 2012-10-03 01:15 am (UTC)
omar: (oh i bet it do)
From: [personal profile] omar
[He is, though! Loki was a good troll.]

Trickster was a... well, I can't be saying he was any kind of good man when he ain't either of those things, but you know. I liked the dude.

voice;

Date: 2012-10-02 11:47 pm (UTC)
buildindreemz: (headtilt)
From: [personal profile] buildindreemz
Sorry about that. I just lost mine, too. It sucks.

[Private]

Date: 2012-10-03 12:05 am (UTC)
wedonot: (Fine Erik we'll do it your way.)
From: [personal profile] wedonot
I'm sorry, Sara. I'll keep an eye on Mr. Stark.

[Private]

Date: 2012-10-03 01:15 am (UTC)
wedonot: (Can't you see I'm working.)
From: [personal profile] wedonot
I'm brilliant, actually. Besides the scars, it's almost like the accident never happened.

[Private]

Date: 2012-10-05 04:44 pm (UTC)
wedonot: (This is a totally subtle metaphor.)
From: [personal profile] wedonot
[Well, to be fair, he hears voices in his head every day.]

Let me know if there's anything I can do.

[Spam]

Date: 2012-10-03 12:18 am (UTC)
batmanschmatman: (& I've been doing just fine.)
From: [personal profile] batmanschmatman
[There aren't a ton of places on the Barge to go for stress relief, and after peeking in the gym, Dick has wandered up to the shooting range to see if Sara had gone that way instead, and, apparently, his instincts were right.

He closes the door behind him and deliberately tries not to sneak up on her, because, well. She's holding a gun.]


Hey.

[Spam]

Date: 2012-10-07 02:55 am (UTC)
batmanschmatman: (Are you sure?)
From: [personal profile] batmanschmatman
[Once there's no danger of adding to his already extensive enough list of injuries, he walks over, expression sympathetic rather than pitying, because he knows how shitty it is to lose an inmate without warning, and no matter how close you were or how antagonistic the relationship had been, it still sucks.]

How are you doing?

[Spam]

Date: 2012-10-09 07:42 pm (UTC)
batmanschmatman: (We'll figure it out.)
From: [personal profile] batmanschmatman
[Obviously. Dick goes to put a hand on her shoulder.]

It's okay to be upset about it. This is kind of one of those jobs.

[ Spam ]

Date: 2012-10-03 01:16 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Hunters Gonna Hunt)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[She'd been kind to him so now Sara gets to keep him; and he could use a little stress relief himself with everything that's going on. Something he understands instead of trying to wrap his head around genetics and donors and cloning and superpowers and...

Time to focus on someone else's problems.

Dean makes his precarious way to the firing range and is relieved when he gets there, blowing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding once he gets inside the door before looking around for her.
]

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Date: 2012-10-03 12:41 pm (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Smirking Smile)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[It's deafening for a moment - a steady roll of report after report - and Dean lifts his hands to try to alleviate some of the effects; he hates the ringing that lasts far too long for someone as impatient as he can be, but he's the one who slunk up here unannounced. He gets it, and when she looks over at him, the first thing he does is grin like a drain.]

I think you got it. [Now that she's looking at him and the gun is lowered, he moves away from the door and towards her.] Better spend another dollar though, just to be sure.

[ Spam ]

Date: 2012-10-04 03:22 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Please Stop)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[The expression tones down to a wide smile as he comes in closer, a reply to her silent apology as much as he'd verbally dismissed her vocal one, then he's glancing at the target and raising both eyebrows.]

Shit, I should totally bet you for beer now. [He gets it, he does; he took an empty gun into the fight with Kon because he felt better with it in his hand, not because he expected it to be remotely useful. He's got his Colt with him now because how stupid is it to go to the shooting range without something to shoot, but it's still in his waistband under his shirts.]

Yeah they have, and yeah, he's about as good as he can be. [Dean blows out a breath, though, taking the pass; the whole thing is making his head hurt and he could use some simpler time, too.] Back at you though - I'm not gonna ask about Loki, but if you wanna say, I'd listen.

[A pause for Dean, too, then.]

Meantime, I need to thank you.

[ Spam ]

Date: 2012-10-04 01:18 pm (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Lipbite)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[He gets that, and it's part of why he's leaving it alone. That and Dean hates talking about feelings - he'd rather just unload a clip in a target, paper or evil it doesn't matter, and have done with it.]

For getting me back on track after... Everyone else was asking the same questions and I was just spinning in circles a bit. [He shrugs. He's not going to say "thanks for checking up on me" and he's not even really thinking that specifically so much as he just remembers feeling... grateful.]

[ Spam ]

Date: 2012-10-09 06:37 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Small Smile)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Yeah. Remind me to return the favor sometime. [Dean is not unfamiliar with this phenomenon either - just that genetic clones losing their shit and trying to burn down the ship CES-first isn't one he's had a lot of call to to deal with. And certainly not when it's basically his fault.]

Want some friendly competition? Or should I just get outta your face?
Edited Date: 2012-10-09 06:37 am (UTC)

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Date: 2012-10-14 09:06 pm (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Lock 'n Load)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
I believe it. [Dean raises both eyebrows at the bit about being killed by drinking with her, but then displays a trait most people would say he doesn't even have and decides that right now is probably not the time to be walking blindly into drunken pissing contests. He smirks instead.]

Well, lucky for you then that I happen [Completely coincidentally!] to have brought my Colt.

[He gives her some space, producing the handgun in question from its usual position in his waistband because what are holsters apparently; doesn't look up while he's checking his own clip.]

You name the terms. And then maybe I'll babysit you through a few beers anyway. [...this with a small, sly smirk because he's just gently baiting her.]
Edited Date: 2012-10-14 09:06 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2012-10-18 04:41 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Gun)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
You're on. Call it. [Range-shooting isn't his favorite, but everyone could use a brush up; that may not be what this is about but that doesn't change the fact that it's true.

He clicks the safety off and raises his Colt, finding the matching target in front of the lane he's stepped to besides hers; at her signal, he'll start taking his shots.
]

[ Spam ]

Date: 2012-10-25 02:26 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Smiling)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[Dean, unaccustomed to having access to actual safety equipment - he learned in a field with a fence and a line of cans just like he later taught his brother - does eventually remember to put the damn things on; he also only has eight shots, so he has to stop to reload, but he does so quickly and gets off the last two in good time.

He's comfortable and familiar with this gun, out of all of them he owns; when the ringing stops and he's squinting down at the target, he can clearly see the cluster of shots near the center of the target, and could reliably point out where he started - the outermost - and the slow tightening of his aim as he progressed. All in all, not a bad showing. He grins over at her.
]

'S gonna be close, Kemosabe.

[private]

Date: 2012-10-03 04:00 am (UTC)
aggravating: (Might need to know)
From: [personal profile] aggravating
[Hi darling, probably the last person you wanted to see responding, huh?]

You really planned on reforming him, huh?

[private]

Date: 2012-10-03 10:12 am (UTC)
aggravating: (Cause its gettin' me high)
From: [personal profile] aggravating
[He's never going to live that down, is he?]

Color me curious, but. From where I'm standing I would have given up the second I heard his name. [There's a distinct lack of actual bitterness in his voice, despite the words. It's... a strange contrast]

How were you going to manage that?

[private]

Date: 2012-10-07 01:28 pm (UTC)
aggravating: (We gonna make a big noise)
From: [personal profile] aggravating
... Actually almost sorry the asshole disappeared, then.

[p a u s e] That. Never gets repeated.

[Tony and Loki had a really weird relationship. When, you know, Tony wasn't beyond drunk and Loki wasn't focusing on the whole world domination shtick.]

[private]

Date: 2012-10-12 08:43 pm (UTC)
aggravating: (Ain't got no gun)
From: [personal profile] aggravating
One good thing about building up a certain reputation.

[There's a moment of silence.] Here's hoping you get less of a basket case this time.

[Which is probably the closest Tony will get to apologizing. And saying good luck.]

Date: 2012-10-05 02:57 am (UTC)
strangehistorian: (the regretful)
From: [personal profile] strangehistorian
I'm sorry.

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