Ramblin' Gamblin' man.

[hydraated]

WHO: Grant Ward and You perhaps?
WHERE: All about Herope and residence #14. AKA, Ward goes exploring.
WHEN: First two weeks of September.
WHAT:

Reconnaissance is the military term for exploring beyond the area occupied by friendly forces to gain vital information about enemy forces or features of the environment for later analysis and/or dissemination.

(Making friends, meeting others. Skye had a network worthy - well. It was damn impressive. He would be impressed. He should be impressed, but he had to meet her on her own playing field. The thought that she was getting the upper hand was...upsetting.)

Battalions, regiments, or brigades that conduct reconnaissance have undergone rigorous selection processes and their training is very much to do with that field, for example they must undergo capture or kill evasion, resist, evacuate and extract, and resistance to torture, sniper rifle training, etc.

(Possible Fights, Ward is a walking trigger by nature. Have an issue, following him, or just in general in a bad mood, hit him here.)

WARNINGS: Ward is a HYDRA agent, and therefore a walking trigger.



[For your consideration one former SHIELD agent turned HYDRA operative - one spy looking for cover, one guy trying to gain a sense of safety in an unknown location. He can be found in and out of bars, examining buildings, studying cars.

Once, at one point he can be found on a grassy field near the nearest body of water chucking roombas into it. Well one Roomba. It's like playing a really terrible game of frisbee. He's able to run easier now - so he's going at least a mile, picking it up and tossing it back to himself. He could be persuaded to actually play. If you don't mind a guy who will fling six pounds of metal at your head.

Otherwise however he is keeping a low profile, doing his best to avoid being seen. Exploring, sticking his nose in other people's business. Observing.

he was always a better lone wolf anyway.]

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9/11 - Junkyard

[projectkr]

[Superboy is at the junkyard at six like he said he would be. Maybe Grant wouldn't be happy having a sixteen year old guy helping him but honestly, Superboy only knows one other person here with superstrength. And he wasn't about to pass the guy over to his cousin just because his girlfriend offered help.

So that's why he's sitting on a car hood near the entrance with his costume on. Which isn't much of a costume considering it's cargo pants, boots and a black t-shirt with a red "S" symbol on the front.]

[hydraated]

[Ward didn't expect...a teenager. He modified his expectations with the ease of a professional.

He doesn't move like a man who's been in jail at least. And he's had enough time to get used to the city that he looks comfortable in jeans and a black shirt and jacket. He shrugs out of it before tossing it casually on the ground.]

...Nice shirt.

[projectkr]

[He moves off the hood of the car. Then he looks down at his shirt and shrugs casually - like it doesn't mean a thing.]

Everyone back home is wearing something like it after their favorite superhero.

[FYI: it's not him. Superboy gestures to the car he was sitting on.]

Let's start with what you can lift.

[hydraated]

[All business like. Ward nods mutely moving to pick up a mini fridge. Sixty to seventy five pounds and he lifts it like it's nothing before tossing it casually into the distance.

He said car.

He hesitates before striding purposefully forward toward the back end of what could be one of those flying cars and looks back at him.]

...If I pull something call 911.

[projectkr]

[All he does is watch when the mini-fridge goes flying. This is why he said start with a car. If he can lift it easily then they'll go up from there and if Grant can't, they'll go down.

Now that he's willing to try the car, he takes a single step back. Obviously someone is not worried about being hit with it - accidental or not.]

If you pull something, I'll carry you there myself. Superstrength, remember? [Lifting a human wasn't hard at all.]

September 12 // Downtown Heropa

[hostage]

[It's been a few days since that explosion on the network. Jesse's eased up a little. Ward never showed up at Skye's hotel room, didn't follow them when they had their beach outing the next day, and so Jesse's feeling convinced that they must have effectively scared the guy into behaving. It sure is something, being publicly humiliated on the network like that. He's not looking forward to the day it happens to him - inevitable, probably.

He feels good about leaving Skye in Kara's care and getting back to business. Not only does he have a meth empire to run, but he's got a front to keep up. He can't just fuck up his daily routine.

So after a morning of getting stuff done around the Xavier School, Jesse hops in his yellow Stingray convertible and heads downtown for some lunch. He picks up flowers afterwards - sky-blue hydrangeas for Skye, get it? - and walks back through town toward his parking spot. He makes a funny sight, all thugged up with a bouquet in his hand.

He's also really easy to spot, you know, if there's a Nazi spy out there who might be stalking him.]

[hydraated]

[He can't stay away.

He really truthfully can't. He doesn't even want to try. Skye picked up the game board and tossed the pieces everywhere. She made a fool of him and made him feel like even worse footing. Takes a long time with anything that's been let free to be released.

Flowers?

So he's got a bead on his car, he knows he works at a school. If it weren't for the appearance he'd think she'd found the perfect sort of guy. How delightfully mundane.

He remembers what Super boy said about control however even as he steps out of the shadows and makes a grab for the other man, one hand over his mouth, one hand around the other man's throat in a highly professional move.

He'll drag him back into the alleyway.

If he can get a hold of him.]

[hostage]

[Why oh why did he leave his gun in the glove compartment...

Jesse drops the flowers and they go scattering on the pavement as his hands fly to his throat to try and pry at the fingers - Ward's fingers, he knows without even having to turn his head - that all at once silence him and cut off his breath. He thrashes and fights as he's pulled into the alley, but it's useless, of course. He's barely over five and a half feet and practically skin and bones.

This is so typical for him. He feels like an idiot for not expecting it.]

[hydraated]

[I just want to talk.

He'll keep saying that to himself.]

If you scream when I move my hand I'll break your fucking neck.

[hostage]

[Ha. Scream? What does this guy take him for? Some little pussy? Jesse raises his right hand to give Ward the finger, since he can't say it out loud.]

[setright]

[Fetch never let the DUP stop her from doing her own thing in Seattle, so she sure as hell isn't letting a little more friendly attention from the locals in Heropa stop her, either. She's a neon pink blur as she zips around the city, doing this and that, sightseeing in between scoping out stuff. With a job, she can actually buy stuff now. It's pretty awesome. No more petty theft. No more starving.

Taking the long way back, she skirts near a nice looking field, observing the clean water, the weirdo tossing some shit back and forth, the lovely horizon--

Wait.

That weirdo looks familiar.]

Hey. There's a sports store a few blocks away.

[Fetch comes to a halt a good five feet away from Ward, that pink glow trailing behind her in the air. He looks better.]

[hydraated]

[He's a little more secure, trying to sort out his impressions.]

...I like tossing these though. [He holds up the roomba with a great deal of ease]

Job still hasn't kicked in yet and I don't have anyone to play battleship against.

[Not that he would. He needs to find a new game, he decides the moment he says it.]

So you can ride those neon things.

[setright]

Is that--that's one of those roomba things, isn't it? [Aren't those expensive? Whatever. Fetch shrugs, crossing her arms.]

And more like I am the neon thing. That all there is just... exhaust, I guess.

[Another shrug. Ain't nothing but a thang.]

How you been?

[hydraated]

[Ward can't help but grin] I gave the rest away. So I'm looking for another line of work.

[She's so calm about it. It's hard not to admire that. What he's not going to admit is that he spent yesterday kicking someone to death in an alleyway]

...Exploring. Trying to get the lay of the land. I hate not knowing where I stand in relation to the rest of where I'm at.

[setright]

They got a football team here? Might wanna look into that. [With how easily he was tossing that thing around...]

Yeah? I'm still checking the city out myself. S'not bad. Pretty damn nice, actually.

[selfimage]

[ well, when he so happens to be passing by a certain malt shop, there so happens to be a certain trickster god (who's decked out today, horns, tacky jacket, armor and all) who's lounging in one of the outside seats in the humid Florida weather, sipping a malt in one hand and thumbing through his phone with the other. his legs are crossed at the knee, one boot swinging lazily, uncaring to those who need to pass him.

if that isn't a sight to behold, he turns and holds up the phone directly at Ward, quirks his head and snaps a very rude photo, before casually returning to his technological endeavors. ]

[hydraated]

[What the everloving hell.

Ward blinks, stops, staring at him - points -

Before falling into a seat. Out of habit. Whatever else he might have done Loki is dangerous. Even if he doesn't...look like the vague pictures the Avengers reported.

God it's just routine, he sees the horns, he wants to keep an eye on him. He could be dangerous...

When he hears the word dangerous in Coulson's voice he stands up and shoves the chair back...before sitting down.

It hits him he just took a picture of him as he does so.

Let it go Ward.

There. That sounds like Garrett.

Let it go. Let sleeping dogs lie]

[selfimage]

[ Could be dangerous replaced with definitely is dangerous, certainly. Skye had called him a "cake walk," but even she wasn't privvy to the smaller details of his existence, nor had the Young Avengers told anyone that he coincidentally summoned an interdimensional parasite so he would know all the fun dance moves when reality was re-written. ]

I didn't expect you to be so complacent.

[ he says, sounding casual. his eyes are still on his phone. he's giving ward a funny mustache. ]

Porn star or trucker?

[hydraated]

What are you talking about?

[Ward has trouble with roombas. He doesn't know what people can do with phones. There's a tense set to his shoulders. Complacency is his middle name.

Especially given that he nearly beat Jesse senseless yesterday.]

[selfimage]

The mustache I'm going to give you. Porn star or trucker?

[ he says cooly, swinging his leg at the knee. ]

It's all part of my nefarious scheme.

[ourown]

[ the worst part about being a powersponge was the inability to switch between powers at will, and it's with chagrin that Delsin zips along across the outskirts of town with video, hoping to stumble across a neon sign to drain. It's a poor pathing choice; the only other signs of life out there were weeds and feral dogs, but it does lead him across a certain surly roomba salesman, preoccupied with destroying his own inventory.

things he knows about Ward: he's NOT an actual terminator, he's prejudiced against powers, and apparently he's a psychopathic killer. the last fact doesn't bother him as much as it should; the title is as just as applicable to Delsin as it was Ward, and it makes him willing to give the guy a chance.

instead of being a normal human being and greeting Ward on sight, Delsin goes invisible, chasing after the thrown Roomba and picking it up only seconds before Ward gets to it. ]

Get sacked already? [ he gives a low whistle ] That has to be some kind of record.

[hydraated]

[hard not to be surprised - and impressed by that. It's worthy of some of the guys in the fridge - those levels of abilities.]

I gave them all to a kid. I'm looking into other avenues of work.

[If what Doctor Chilton has pays well then he'll be set, but he had to admit - the possibility of working with animals again...

while strange-

Was also intriguing. If he held fantasies of being able to train an army of dogs to eat Skye and her shitty string bean boyfriend he kept them to himself.]

[ourown]

With that pitching arm, you'd make a killer pet sitter. [ a pause, and then clarification, because it's not a slight against his supposed reputation ] Not... literally, unless that's what you actually did back at home. Because that'd actually explain a lot of the anger.

[ the roomba's almost reminiscent of tracker drone, and he examines it almost fondly, turning it over in his hands on the off chance that it did have a blast shard wedged inside.

... nope, no luck. with a sigh, he tosses it back. ]

[hydraated]

[Ward is very quiet. Very quiet.]

I had a dog once.

[Buddy.] He died.

[Garrett blew his head off] dogs are easier then women. [His smile is nasty at that before he shrugs his shoulders]

[ourown]

[ foot, meet mouth. judging by the reaction, something terrible happened to said dog and bringing it up was probably not the best thing to do. ]

And suddenly... I feel a little awkward.

[ about the dog thing, not the girls. important distinction. he breathes out through his teeth, before finding an a more comfortable topic. ]

Guessing you got shit on recently, and not just on the network.