Sharon Carter | Agent 13 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entranceway2016-03-07 01:43 pm
agentxthirteen) wrote in entranceway2016-03-07 01:43 pm
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[ The comm is propped up against a paint can, and Sharon sits in front of it. Her hair is askew; tendrils have escaped from her ponytail. Wet trails testify to not only how much dust is on her face, but also how much she's sweated.
Sharon Carter does not admit defeat often, but when she does, it's because she's in over her head. Disastrously in over her head. ]
So. [ Her voice is tired. She wipes her forehead with a forearm, leaves a smudge in its wake. ] I mentioned a while ago that I wanted to get some training sessions off the ground. There was enough interest that I realized we would need a bigger space than the gym.
There were some rooms available on the first floor that I've taken over. And that's where the problem came in.
[ She leans forward and tilts the feed toward a hole in the wall. A sledgehammer rests against part of the wall that hasn't been knocked out. She turns the feed back toward herself and blows some hair out of her face. ]
I don't suppose there are any construction people here.
Sharon Carter does not admit defeat often, but when she does, it's because she's in over her head. Disastrously in over her head. ]
So. [ Her voice is tired. She wipes her forehead with a forearm, leaves a smudge in its wake. ] I mentioned a while ago that I wanted to get some training sessions off the ground. There was enough interest that I realized we would need a bigger space than the gym.
There were some rooms available on the first floor that I've taken over. And that's where the problem came in.
[ She leans forward and tilts the feed toward a hole in the wall. A sledgehammer rests against part of the wall that hasn't been knocked out. She turns the feed back toward herself and blows some hair out of her face. ]
I don't suppose there are any construction people here.
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Well, I'm damn hard to kill, so I guess? Not top-tier when it comes to raw power, but built to last.
[ getting it out feels good-- if not nerve-wracking. faith's still trying to find her pace in wonderland, and despite her knowing that letting people in is the first step, it's still a path she hasn't had much previous success with. ]
We're, uh, we're actually called vampire slayers.
1/?
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[ Are you fucking with her, Faith? ARE YOU FUCKING WITH HER? You're fucking with her. ]
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[ faith waits a moment, trying to not smile or sneeze or, like, breathe. ]
You heard of 'em?
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Uh, no. Weirdly enough, no.
Are they common where you're from?
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what the fuck
Oh. Kay. ]
So you're all... what, exactly? Enhanced? Or... gods? or... I mean, I know you said you're just damned hard to kill, but. [ She points at the wall, now utterly destroyed. ] I'm going to guess incredibly strong. What else?
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[ but she kind of personally knows one. does that count? ]
Fast, strong, durable. Also I can pretty much pick up anything old school and fight with it without practice. S'why I suck at firearms.
[ maybe she'll leave off the reincarnated part. and the prophetic dreams. and also the whole demon infusion thing. that didn't over well with the last person she talked to about this... ]