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[hasthehighground]

Why is Clint Barton in the rafters, when he's by all rights way too old and (by some accounts) dignified to climb up there?

Well. He was drinking his morning coffee when some thing touched the back of his foot with a long tendril, and all he saw was its weird misshapen form skittering away.





It was weird, okay? Anyway. He's sitting on a rafter, watching the room below, with a mug of coffee in his hands and a jar of peanuts next to him.

[tiny tag: creepy doll
ooc: No new threads, unless we've talked about it :)! I'll be around this weekend, but I am at this point Friday asleep.]

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[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, I saw some odd ones, but suspected they were meant to be that way," Lecter says.

[hasthehighground]

Clint nods. "They're new. They haven't done anything really bad, yet, but ..." they're creepy is kind of undignified. "They act like they're trying to freak people out."

And that's usually the precursor to more serious things.

[cook_the_rude]

"On purpose?" Lecter asks. "Do you think it might be an intentional ploy by somebody?"

[hasthehighground]

He nods to the first question. "I haven't seen anyone giving orders so, if it is a ploy, they knew their plan before they started."

[cook_the_rude]

"The best plans work like that," Lecter says. "Terrorist cells work like that. So there must be some world out there where terrorism is achieved with toys."

[hasthehighground]

"Mm," Clint says, non-committal. "Terrorism tends to be showier. The start of a psychological campaign before an invasion, maybe."

Pause.

"Or they could just be pests."

[cook_the_rude]

"Magical pests," Lecter says. "Hmmm. No plan at all can look like a very cunning plan at times. Depending on who is looking at it."

[hasthehighground]

Clint nods sharply, in acknowledgement of the statement.

"Thanks for the wrap," he says, raising what's left of it slightly with a smile. "If you need something, give me a shout."

[cook_the_rude]

"Anything looked at or shot down from high up above?" Lecter guesses.

[hasthehighground]

"Yeah," he says, with a huffed laugh. He's already looking out over the room. "I'd catch flack for opening fire in here, but I could hit most things with this jar."

[cook_the_rude]

"Weapon grade peanuts?" Lecter says, with a grin. "I'll leave you to your vigil, then."

He nods, then turns away, and walks out the back door, where there is summer.-