Summary:Natasha and Chris discuss the aggravation at having to wait on W.A.N.D. while Natasha discovers details of Steve Rogers' next order of business Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Natasha is sitting at a terminal in the main area of the tower, just outside the offices, browsing through the most recent reports to see if there was any progress in the handling of the Staten Island situation. One of the most aggravating things was having to deal with something of a magical nature, after all, as she was least equipped to land a hand.
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Christopher Powell comes wandering through, looking for all the world like he does not particularly belong among the other agents. He has ripped jeans, a black and white horizontal striped t-shirt and black and white chucks on. He looks young, even younger than his 20 years most of the time. But he has a badge, and he is indeed an agent, and no one stops him as he makes his way through and past the terminal where Natasha is sitting. He has a bag of Twizzlers in one hand and as he comes to stop nearby he holds it out in offering. "They figure out what to do about that big bubble yet?"
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"Fury's yet to get on your case about uniform, or at least professional sembelance…?" Natasha asks as Christopher ventures close enough to her, even though strangely enough it doesn't seem like she turned her head to look his way. "No thanks, it's empty calories," Natasha chides softly, not sounding overly serious, before shaking her head. "W.A.N.D. has been on the case, but there has been no updates…I'd go with a squad, but I even with the protective amulets we were given, I don't like risking people going in blind."
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Christopher Powell raises both brows, shrugs his shoulders, and pops the Twizzler in his mouth, chewing on it. "I'd look more out of place in a uniform than I do in my normal clothes," Chris offers. That's his story and he's sticking to it. Whether anyone's bothered to tell him to look professional or not is a whole other question and he doesn't seem to be answering that one. He pulls out a chair and drops into it, at least having the good graces to sit in a chair rather than on a desk or table. "Anybody been in there with them yet?"
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"Has to be a medium between high tech space suits and…" Natasha starts before turning her head to look at Christopher, and grins without finishing her initial thought, "that." She nods at the question, "a couple of expeditions that I know off, I ventured there myself once, it's very odd…very disorienting…"
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"What's it like in there?" Chris asks, clearly interested, though he motions back to her original thought, "Some kind of suit that needs to go along with the amulets?" He sways the chair back and forth, swiveling left, and right, and back again.
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"It is a unique experience…it changes you, and my understanding is if you don't have one of WAND's protective amulets, it changes you for good. Memories and all. You'll be lost." Natasha sounds quite grave as she describes it, clearly not finding it a mere trivality to deal with. "There's some individuals, or items that serve as focus for the spell, but I have no way to track those…I'm not a woman of magic, obviously."
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Christopher Powell's brows knit a bit as he considers that. "Shit." He seems to be taking it as seriously as she is describing it, at least. "That's messed up. What about the people who were there when it went down? Are they permanently screwed?" He nods to her though and says, "Magic's not really my thing, either. I'm more, uh, muscle, I guess. Tech, a bit. But not magic."
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"Yes, that's certainly a way to put it," Natasha sighs as she shuts down the terminal, and swivels in her seat to face Christopher, "I don't do well with helplessness, but I guess that's what happens when you toss magic into the equation." She shakes her head at the follow up, "they're trapped in there, until we can resolve this, each with their new altered realities."
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"So, I guess WAND needs to locate the foci for the spell, and then we need to break them to stop it or something? That usually works, right? Break the thing that's focusing the energy and stop the energy?" Chris considers, continuing that slow back and forth swivel of his chair. "How long can you go in there with the amulet before it starts to screw you up?"
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"I'd love to shake up whoever is behind this, but yes, for the time being we're in WAND's mercy…" Natasha grins as she speaks the words, "turn about is fair play, usually we get the bulk of the work."
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"Guess they need to have something to do every once in a while," Chris grins a little lopsidedly. "Been working on something else, anyway, so haven't really been involved in the Staten Island thing. Been trying to figure out what this Klaue guy is up to. Seems he's importing these faux flowers and making some kind of serum out of it, maybe to distribute? Been working on that investigation down at the docks since they've been bringing it in to the Disaster Zone."
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"I actually haven't heard of that case yet, have you filed an official report, or you're just at the start of your investigation?" Natasha seems to perk at the opportunity to explore an avenue where she can actually be of some assistance.
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"Mostly it's Rogers' and T'Challa's gig. I just got brought in on it recently, so report's in progress," Chris says. "We just found out what the guy was bringing in the other night. But I'll let you know as soon as it's in. I'm guessing Rogers probably already has something filed on it from what they were doing before I joined in, though." It would stand to reason, any way.
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"Rogers didn't share with me? I'm offended," Natasha quips playfully with a slight shake of her head, as she leans back in her seat. "I appreciate the piece of intel, thanks, Chris."
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"Uh oh, don't tell him I told you, then. Didn't mean to get him into trouble," Chris grins, though he doesn't look particularly worried about it either way. Nor does he seem apologetic for passing it on. It's a case that SHIELD is involved in, she's likely to have access to those files to review. "My pleasure, ma'am." So very respectful.
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"I'll think about that," Nat teases as she gets out of her seat, "I may just go look for him right now." She gives Chris something of a salute, before mouthing, "see you around," as she heads towards her office for further review of what Cap has been dealing with.
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