Amanda & Clint | Updates & Check-Ins
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xp_logsClint stops by to give some eXcalibur updates to X-Force and to get a few of his own.
Clint stepped into Amanda's office in District-X and decided he'd rather prop up the wall than take a seat. Hopefully, this wouldn't take very long and then he could con Amanda into getting something from Mama Lupe's.
"Hey," he greeted, lifting his chin in the witch's direction. "Got some updates, if you're ready for 'em. And I was hoping you could toss me the deets on how the precaution stuff is going."
Amanda looked up from the large tome she'd been perusing and blinked at Clint, before her brain caught up with what he was saying. "Oh, right, updates. Hang on a tick, let me make a space. You sure you don't want to sit down?" To be honest, there wasn't really a lot of space to sit down - old-looking books and papers, topped by a curious-looking ball made of brass bands that slid around each other took up the spare chair, and the rest of the area was pretty much the same.
Quirking a smile, Clint shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Honest. Been sitting in the Chapel watching the wormhole for too long. Mostly I'm just trying to make sure we've all got our I's dotted and our T's crossed."
"Fair enough." Amanda unearthed her tablet and flipped open the document she used for these sorts of meetings. "Anything happening you need us to know about?"
"Construction on the Chapel's upgrades is still on-going but we've got a new estimate of November for everything to be finished. Something about the medical equipment not being up to par and getting sent back to the manufacturer. Namor's... uh, particular friend over in the Chesapeake Bay area seems happier than usual. She's dropped off some tidbits here and there but mostly I think they're just... having a lot of underwater sex, I guess? Portal's stable. The mission over the weekend went fine -- just needed to keep a minor politician from getting run over by a car and then things started stabilizing. And Q's being himself but quieter. More focused on XFI than anything else. I think losing some... contacts? Friends? Got him thinking. You?"
"Following up on the Kenya thing... the government has razed the city to the ground and explained it all away as a terrorist nerve agent attack. Doug's still trying to get clearer pictures of whoever was there, but the tape's too corrupted." Amanda paused and checked the tablet. "We've set up a file on this Killgrave pillock, but he's well off the grid. A few open investigations on some old 'friends', but nothing new there. As for Quentin..." Amanda grimaced. "The Prof's keeping a psychic eye on him, now he's on the mend and done with his astral wanderings."
Clint grimaced at the mention of both Kenya and Killgrave. He did push off of the wall, though, and pull a piece of paper from his pocket, offering it to Amanda once he was close enough. "Just... in case. Those are the names of problem people we've noted from our last few missions. Don't even know if any of them exist here, but... knowledge and all that. Also, glad to hear the Prof's getting better. Like I said before, I don't think Q'd ever do anything, but for everybody's peace of mind, I think it's good to have the Prof's eye on things. And I think it'll be good for Darce, once she knows. How're things going on that front for you guys?"
"So-so. She's... angry and upset, which makes complete sense. I mean, she's still fucked up over the whole Laurie thing, having a 'path threaten to use their powers to make her kill herself was just what she didn't need." Amanda's frown deepened. "And no-one saying anything publicly to him at the time was the icing on the cake. I think she's convinced we all support what he said."
"I probably should've come down harder on him, but I honestly thought pointing out he was acting like a basement dwelling incel would do the trick," Clint said, shaking his head. "Missed the meeting for team leads the other day. The Prof have anything in particular to say or are we just maintaining for right now since Darce's room's done? She still needs to show me the mini box thing, but I figure we'll get that sorted soon."
"Yeah, I don't think it would have helped even if all of us stomped on him; he would have been all rebel without a cause or something, one man against the establishment bollocks." Amanda snorted derisively, and then made a face. "Yeah, the Prof... Angie said he had a bit to say about being disappointed and that he thought we were past slugfests on the journals now we're all grownup and all. But for now we're maintaining the status quo - the 'paths are keeping a mental ear open for anything even close to a psychic attack and he's popping in more often via the astral plane to be sure things are okay."
"Was there Earl Grey tea involved? I feel like I should've been there, but it was one of the few missions that required me going through the portal, so through it I went," Clint said, propping his hip up against the chair with all the books and the swirly-gig. "Also, are you hungry?"
"Psychic Earl Grey, which is apparently worse," Amanda replied with a grin. The grin broadened at the thought of food. "I could eat, yeah.'
Clint winced theatrically, then laughed a little. "Mama Lupe's? I'd kill for one of those monster burritos."
"Now you're speaking my language. It's been way too long since I saw Mama. I warn you, tho', she'll shower us with extra food." Already Amanda was out of her chair and making sure she had her wallet and phone.
"Oh, I'm well aware," Clint said, stepping away from the chair and heading for the door. "That's why I ate like toast for breakfast and a protein bar for lunch. I've been anticipating this."
Clint stepped into Amanda's office in District-X and decided he'd rather prop up the wall than take a seat. Hopefully, this wouldn't take very long and then he could con Amanda into getting something from Mama Lupe's.
"Hey," he greeted, lifting his chin in the witch's direction. "Got some updates, if you're ready for 'em. And I was hoping you could toss me the deets on how the precaution stuff is going."
Amanda looked up from the large tome she'd been perusing and blinked at Clint, before her brain caught up with what he was saying. "Oh, right, updates. Hang on a tick, let me make a space. You sure you don't want to sit down?" To be honest, there wasn't really a lot of space to sit down - old-looking books and papers, topped by a curious-looking ball made of brass bands that slid around each other took up the spare chair, and the rest of the area was pretty much the same.
Quirking a smile, Clint shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. Honest. Been sitting in the Chapel watching the wormhole for too long. Mostly I'm just trying to make sure we've all got our I's dotted and our T's crossed."
"Fair enough." Amanda unearthed her tablet and flipped open the document she used for these sorts of meetings. "Anything happening you need us to know about?"
"Construction on the Chapel's upgrades is still on-going but we've got a new estimate of November for everything to be finished. Something about the medical equipment not being up to par and getting sent back to the manufacturer. Namor's... uh, particular friend over in the Chesapeake Bay area seems happier than usual. She's dropped off some tidbits here and there but mostly I think they're just... having a lot of underwater sex, I guess? Portal's stable. The mission over the weekend went fine -- just needed to keep a minor politician from getting run over by a car and then things started stabilizing. And Q's being himself but quieter. More focused on XFI than anything else. I think losing some... contacts? Friends? Got him thinking. You?"
"Following up on the Kenya thing... the government has razed the city to the ground and explained it all away as a terrorist nerve agent attack. Doug's still trying to get clearer pictures of whoever was there, but the tape's too corrupted." Amanda paused and checked the tablet. "We've set up a file on this Killgrave pillock, but he's well off the grid. A few open investigations on some old 'friends', but nothing new there. As for Quentin..." Amanda grimaced. "The Prof's keeping a psychic eye on him, now he's on the mend and done with his astral wanderings."
Clint grimaced at the mention of both Kenya and Killgrave. He did push off of the wall, though, and pull a piece of paper from his pocket, offering it to Amanda once he was close enough. "Just... in case. Those are the names of problem people we've noted from our last few missions. Don't even know if any of them exist here, but... knowledge and all that. Also, glad to hear the Prof's getting better. Like I said before, I don't think Q'd ever do anything, but for everybody's peace of mind, I think it's good to have the Prof's eye on things. And I think it'll be good for Darce, once she knows. How're things going on that front for you guys?"
"So-so. She's... angry and upset, which makes complete sense. I mean, she's still fucked up over the whole Laurie thing, having a 'path threaten to use their powers to make her kill herself was just what she didn't need." Amanda's frown deepened. "And no-one saying anything publicly to him at the time was the icing on the cake. I think she's convinced we all support what he said."
"I probably should've come down harder on him, but I honestly thought pointing out he was acting like a basement dwelling incel would do the trick," Clint said, shaking his head. "Missed the meeting for team leads the other day. The Prof have anything in particular to say or are we just maintaining for right now since Darce's room's done? She still needs to show me the mini box thing, but I figure we'll get that sorted soon."
"Yeah, I don't think it would have helped even if all of us stomped on him; he would have been all rebel without a cause or something, one man against the establishment bollocks." Amanda snorted derisively, and then made a face. "Yeah, the Prof... Angie said he had a bit to say about being disappointed and that he thought we were past slugfests on the journals now we're all grownup and all. But for now we're maintaining the status quo - the 'paths are keeping a mental ear open for anything even close to a psychic attack and he's popping in more often via the astral plane to be sure things are okay."
"Was there Earl Grey tea involved? I feel like I should've been there, but it was one of the few missions that required me going through the portal, so through it I went," Clint said, propping his hip up against the chair with all the books and the swirly-gig. "Also, are you hungry?"
"Psychic Earl Grey, which is apparently worse," Amanda replied with a grin. The grin broadened at the thought of food. "I could eat, yeah.'
Clint winced theatrically, then laughed a little. "Mama Lupe's? I'd kill for one of those monster burritos."
"Now you're speaking my language. It's been way too long since I saw Mama. I warn you, tho', she'll shower us with extra food." Already Amanda was out of her chair and making sure she had her wallet and phone.
"Oh, I'm well aware," Clint said, stepping away from the chair and heading for the door. "That's why I ate like toast for breakfast and a protein bar for lunch. I've been anticipating this."
