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Who: Clint and OPEN
Where: Outside around town.
When: Day 75 - Late morning.
What: Clint's hobbling around and tired of being bed ridden.
Warnings: Probably cursing because Clint doesn't know how to function without any of that.

It's been five days since Clint was plucked out of the forest by Jesse and Ned. He's probably going to have to get those two something to thank them, but he's not sure what the protocol for that is. He can't just give them an arrow and go about his business. Maybe he can teach them how to shoot or something? It couldn't hurt if they knew a skill set or something. Clint's got multiple skill sets, but almost all of them include violence of some sort. Knowing how to defend yourself could be useful in this place though. Maybe he could offer to teach them how to break a man's arm or something simple. Normal people would bake them cookies, but Clint didn't trust himself to not fuck those up royally.

One thing he is certain of though is that he's not going to stay in the attic any longer. He's tired of being in his bed and he's more tired of not being able to really function well on his own outside of his room. He's already decided to take a chance on his own outside when he's sure most of his roommates are out of the house. Sneaking out is hard when you have fresh stitches in your side and bruises all over. His stealth training was helpful, but he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out when he clipped his hip on the edge of a counter going through the kitchen. He made it outside though and just feeling the sunshine on his face was helpful.

His face was still bruised and puffy, but the cuts were cleaned and scabbed over so that took away some of the ick factor that came with them. He was just happy to be mobile and on his own. The pain pill was starting to kick in the farther away from his house he got. Maybe this walk would do him some good.

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"Man, that's devotion right there. Giving this fine place your excellent skills free of charge. You are a saint, my friend. I am in awe of you." Awe and annoyed are the same thing in the instance right? Right. Of course they are. Clint's close to losing his patient, but maybe he'll get lucky and the pill will kick in a little sooner. Maybe. He's not thinking that'll be the case though.

He wouldn't even take the offer if he did turn into a human being. Clint didn't like crap like that messing with his body. Ever since Loki took control of him like that he wasn't about to take some weird medical handout. He didn't want to lose control again. It was not his thing.

Clint had to pause to think that question over. He didn't actually know the proper time frame. He remember things about it, but not how much time passed during his kidnapping. "Weeks I think. I dunno. I woke up walking in the woods not long ago and I was like this."

"Eh. There's already an awful lot of Saint Gabriels. Maybe I should be something else... Archbishop has a nice ring to it."

It occured to him, somewhat belated, that he might have already introduced himself as Loki to this guy. That was how he usually introduced himself, after all, but he supposed it didn't matter. He might have objected to people knowing Gabriel was his real name, but he had absolutely no problem with them knowing he was a filthy liar.

"And are you sure you were kidnapped? Cause that sounds to me like the aftermath of a bender, my friend."

Clint would remember if the guy introduced himself as Loki. He would mostly remember because he would have tried to avoid him completely. He didn't trust anyone with that name. Loki was capable of a million different things and pretending to be someone else doesn't seem that far off course for him. This is actually the first time he's gotten the guys name. It's not something he would expect, but then again he's trapped in a town he can't leave. Everything's a little different.

"Archbishop Gabriel does present you with a shit ton of options down the road. Not to mention it's very original." Clint's had benders. He went on multiple benders after the incident with Loki was sorted out. It was easier to drink than to remember all the people he killed. "I know benders. That was straight up snatch and grab. I've done enough of them in my lifetime to know."

"Yeah. Archbishop, for example."

Not that any Church worth its salt would let him be archbishop - probably wouldn't even let him be a member. Archangel or not, he was hardly a shining beacon of Christian virtue.

"Enough benders or enough kidnappings?" He had a feeling it might be the latter, given the phrasing. "Actually, scratch that, I don't wanna know. You remember much about it? Horrible torment and details thereof? Where you were when you got out, maybe?"

Clint hasn't been in a church since he was a boy. It was his parents funeral and he can remember feeling really scared of the Jesus on the cross wall hanging. After he was old enough he just decided to swear off religion entirely. It was after he broke both his legs and spent all his time with Trick Shot that he decided God couldn't love him. He wasn't going to even try to love God. Once he got into the military it just seemed impossible to fall into religion. He did too many bad things for any of it to seem real.

He wasn't going to answer Gabriel's question. It was almost a relief that he decided he didn't want an answer from Clint anymore. "I remember there was a bunch of guys hovering over me. I don't remember getting out. I don't think I escaped. I think they did what they wanted and then dumped me in the forest wandering. It's all hazy. When I dream about it--I find it hard to remember the details."

Of course, Gabriel would make a terrible archbishop. Apart from the hedonism and the meaningless sex and the being a pagan and the blasphemy, he wasn't exactly big on religion himself. He loved his Father, that went without saying, but only as a parent, not as God. As God, he thought his Dad had frankly kind of screwed everything up: He'd had all the right ideas, but after the Lucifer debacle and then abandoning them all, Gabriel thought maybe God didn't do a great job of putting His plan into action. Even if He had, Gabriel wasn't so sure a lot of organised religion really followed God's actual intentions. Besides, they were all hopelessly serious. Gabriel could never fit in with that lot.

"Sounds about right. No offence, pal, but if you could break out of there when there's been people much more powerful you than you still stuck there, I'd eat my hat. Y'know, if I had one." Which he didn't, but that was the least of his concerns. "You dream about it a lot? Nightmares?"

It wasn't as if finding out the details of people's time with their captors would really help him understand it, of course. He was, ostensibly, looking for anything that could help get Lucifer out of there, help understand what had happened to Anna and Balthazar while they'd been gone, for all that they both seemed to have recovered now. Nothing he'd found out, though, even suggested that getting Lucifer out would be possible - the opposite, if anything. By this point, getting any more details out of anyone was only cementing the knowledge that his brother was being tortured somewhere nearby and there was nothing he could do about it.