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He got a long more serious stare before it broke into a grin again, as though smiling would make everything work out at that moment. “Iron Man it is then…drinks are on you” He winked. “And you can bring your pepper pots or your Rhodey”


He did let the smile falter for a second at the thought of the weapons though. “They pick you, and…talk to you.”

He looked thoughtful. “Like…literal talk to like Jarvis or more like, questionable morality weapon or inherited condition like Witchblade or Darkness?”

"The default answer to everything here is magic," Eva piped up unhelpfully, reaching out to unabashedly take Bradley's hand in hers as she walked alongside Wilson, "Otherwise it'd take too long to explain unless you have time to sit down for a good hour or so." Which, she realized, they would probably have to do with Bradley at some point. They certainly weren't going to let their cousin stumble about blindly, at least.

As they made their way out of the pod room and towards the cove, the woman turned to toss a cheerful smile over her shoulder at their newbie hunter. "Hopefully you'll end up with a partner that you get along with! I mean, I guess you'll kind of have to learn how to cooperate since you'll be sharing headspace, but it's definitely easier if you get picked by a weapon with an easy personality."

Eva thought she heard Chara grumble at this. To be fair, while she and Chara did clash somewhat, they did get along pretty well.

Harland wished he had some kind of medical training, or experience, but that wasn't his Division. It was also not his past. He immediately tried to catch her, but missed; somehow he hadn't expected that, he supposed. Still, he tried to help her up, offering his name as soon as he could and unfurling the blanket to slip it around her shoulders. "Maidin mhaith, a roisín. I'm Harland Leander Belle, born and raised in Connemara," he said, his Irish-American accent betraying the mix in descent; he hadn't spent all his years there, after all. He'd just wished her good morning, called her little rose.

"The blanket's for you," Harland said, leaning to read the plaque with her name on it. Still, it would be rude not to ask, wouldn't it? "What would ye like me to call you?" he asked, keeping one arm extended slightly to make sure that she wouldn't fall again.

"It's out of the trials ye'll be comin', I suspect," he began, "like I've been before, and the others, too. Welcome to Deus Ex, sleepin' beauty of a hunter," he said, with one of his sunny smiles. His eyes looked concerned, though.

He felt suddenly very underqualified for this. An entire human life, come out of slumber, and he was the welcoming committee. "This's the cove, an' it's where Hunters wake," Harland explained, gesturing with one hand.

☆≼Or don't,≽ Coyote added helpfully. ☆≼She's gorgeous. This is one of those times it's a shame I can't take over your body,≽ Coyote continued, making Harland feel relatively uncomfortable. He tried to hide the blank, occupied look on his face, and then sighed.

"Tá brón orm," he said. He had decided to explain what was happening, because she'd have to know. "Now that you're wakin', won't be long till you've got a voice in your head as well, he started, pointing to his temple with a lopsided smile. "Next is the room full of.. tiles," he said, not sure how to describe it. "Our weapons carry the souls of some creature, and yours'll pick you... it's hard to explain, but nothin' worse'n what ye've just been through," he said. He was trying to be reassuring, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't work. He ran a hand through his wavy hair.

"Why don't I walk ye there?" he asked, "An' we can find your room, find somethin' t' eat... maybe even go for a walk, if you've missed the air and outdoors like I did," he said.

"Pepper Potts is pretty hot, okay," Ian said with a wink. "But in this case, it's my 'Rhodey.' You'll probably meet him eventually, he's a cute pink haired guy."

The look on Jasper's face clearly indicated the guy was very dubious about said weapons. "Look, I know it sounds crazy," Ian said reassuringly. "I thought it was crazy myself, but it'll all make sense once you visit the cove, I promise. I'd show you my own weapon, but Naomi's feeling a bit temperamental right now."

A pause as he considered the last question.

"Jarvis-ish."

“Huh…. Awesome.” He said and flashed a wide grin. “I mean, really, how worried can I let myself be about crazy right now, I just woke up in a space pod, by men in white coats who fortunately aren’t hugging themselves, I’m kind of bleary to admit it, but if I don’t keep my chin up then I might take a spiral down the dead pool route, and as cool as I think it is that he breaks the fourth wall I don’t think anyone wants me addressing an unseen narrator. He laughed and clapped a light hand on Ian’s shoulder.

“SO…. Iron man, wana lead me to this cove? Then maybe we can see what Batman gets on strange islands!”

Ian decided he liked this Jasper fellow. He smiled widely and returned the clap to his shoulder by patting Jasper's shoulder in a friendly sort of way before jerking his head towards the door.

"Come on, Batman, let's go find your Batmobile."

Something was patting her on top of the head.

She really hadn't seen much of anything before she had fallen, let alone anybody in the room with her, but she was suddenly struck very swiftly with a sense of deja-vu. This all seemed so familiar, but in a distant way, as though she had maybe dreamed something quite similar once before....

And that voice..that...voice...

"Owwwwwww..." She moaned some more, hissing slightly and curling up even tighter, before actually answering him. "You sound quite familiar. Have we met before?" She seemed to recall vivid blue and pink for some reason. And something about a shirt.....and tattoos.....

But that had only been a dream, hadn't it?

"Dorian? Etes-vous Dorian?" She asked, her head finally turning, hazel eyes finally blinking up at him from behind a mess of tangled brown hair as she did so.