First Person: [the video comes on showing a well dressed man with sunglasses on. He looks stiff and unmoving at first, and the screen is above his shoulders as best as he can keep it.]
I... seem to have found myself at a train station. Posters saying to make myself known. Interesting device this is, by the way. Any idea of how I came about it or, better yet how I got here?
[He was holding back a hard breath, trying to control the fact that he was in pain. He looked a little pale as well, but nothing too serious. That’s why he put the glasses on. They’d come off again the moment he closed this useless device. He felt silly trying to communicate with strangers he couldn’t even see... because a Poster said to do it.]
There wouldn’t... happen to be a doctor in the house?
[He said carefully, deciding that this might be worse than he thought and being discreet would have to wait for later. With a snap, he closed the watch, giving in to the fact that this was a really DUMB idea. Pocket Watches used for communications. He wasn’t even sure what it did, other then there was a tiny video going when he hit a button.]
[This was the most ridiculous. One minute trying to play hero, the next it’s a train, pocket watches, posters and fog... maybe this was the afterlife?]
Third Person: The rhythmic motion of the train moving along the tracks was almost comforting. He had forgotten how much he liked to ride trains, which was something he didn't have to do often anymore, what with helicopters and jets that got you to places more efficiently now a days.
The rocking of the train felt nice though, like it lulled him into a sleep he so desperately needed. Only, once in awhile it rocked him a bit too hard and his back felt the pain that pushed through him. The pain was disturbing this strange dream, he thought.
His foot shifted out, kicking something solid on mistake. A gun? A very large gun. The Destroyer gun no less. That was when his mind started to get less foggy. Blinking down at the weapon he remembered that he went to gather it. Went to the holding room and saw... “Loki.” He spoke on a whisper, suddenly remembering.
Moving swiftly he looked around. This was a train not the helicarrier. This was a train compartment not the holding cell room. Thor wasn’t there in the pod, Loki wasn’t there before him. No, wait... behind him?
Shifting from the seat he realized there was blood running down the trains seat, leaving his back apparently. His hand came up, feeling his chest but there was nothing. He moved to try and feel his back, which was awkward and made him hurt more. He had been stabbed? In the back?
Clearly something had gone terribly wrong, but he couldn’t puzzle it together well. Loki had been there before him, and he had the gun in hand, talking, Getting cocky, Coulson, he thought to himself, but he thought he had the situation under control. There had been a sharp pain and then...
A train.
He killed you and this is the afterlife. He thought, frowning. The train came to a stop, making him wobble a bit and grab the seat. If this is life after death its not what I expected. No light at the end of a tunnel and lot more blood and pain. He didn't like it.
SOmething compelled him to actually get off the train however, so he did, carried the destroyer weapon with him and coming to the platform. He winced, fist closed tightly to try and absorb the pain growing form his back. Where the hell did he end up?
Posters with information told him a bit, but they weren’t the most helpful. It would be another ten minutes before he got the damn pocket watch to do anything, and even then he was uncertain about it doing anything at all.
----- Note: I'm searching around but not positive; if he's wounded will he arrive wounded? I set these samples up as such, but give me a heads up if he'd be fixed or not. I know some games do that and I wanted to make sure. Also, if it's not okay to have the Destroyer Weapon with him, let me know, thank you! I can go with or without it, but it was on her person at the time of pull.
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[the video comes on showing a well dressed man with sunglasses on. He looks stiff and unmoving at first, and the screen is above his shoulders as best as he can keep it.]
I... seem to have found myself at a train station. Posters saying to make myself known. Interesting device this is, by the way. Any idea of how I came about it or, better yet how I got here?
[He was holding back a hard breath, trying to control the fact that he was in pain. He looked a little pale as well, but nothing too serious. That’s why he put the glasses on. They’d come off again the moment he closed this useless device. He felt silly trying to communicate with strangers he couldn’t even see... because a Poster said to do it.]
There wouldn’t... happen to be a doctor in the house?
[He said carefully, deciding that this might be worse than he thought and being discreet would have to wait for later. With a snap, he closed the watch, giving in to the fact that this was a really DUMB idea. Pocket Watches used for communications. He wasn’t even sure what it did, other then there was a tiny video going when he hit a button.]
[This was the most ridiculous. One minute trying to play hero, the next it’s a train, pocket watches, posters and fog... maybe this was the afterlife?]
Third Person:
The rhythmic motion of the train moving along the tracks was almost comforting. He had forgotten how much he liked to ride trains, which was something he didn't have to do often anymore, what with helicopters and jets that got you to places more efficiently now a days.
The rocking of the train felt nice though, like it lulled him into a sleep he so desperately needed. Only, once in awhile it rocked him a bit too hard and his back felt the pain that pushed through him. The pain was disturbing this strange dream, he thought.
His foot shifted out, kicking something solid on mistake. A gun? A very large gun. The Destroyer gun no less. That was when his mind started to get less foggy. Blinking down at the weapon he remembered that he went to gather it. Went to the holding room and saw... “Loki.” He spoke on a whisper, suddenly remembering.
Moving swiftly he looked around. This was a train not the helicarrier. This was a train compartment not the holding cell room. Thor wasn’t there in the pod, Loki wasn’t there before him. No, wait... behind him?
Shifting from the seat he realized there was blood running down the trains seat, leaving his back apparently. His hand came up, feeling his chest but there was nothing. He moved to try and feel his back, which was awkward and made him hurt more. He had been stabbed? In the back?
Clearly something had gone terribly wrong, but he couldn’t puzzle it together well. Loki had been there before him, and he had the gun in hand, talking, Getting cocky, Coulson, he thought to himself, but he thought he had the situation under control. There had been a sharp pain and then...
A train.
He killed you and this is the afterlife. He thought, frowning. The train came to a stop, making him wobble a bit and grab the seat. If this is life after death its not what I expected. No light at the end of a tunnel and lot more blood and pain. He didn't like it.
SOmething compelled him to actually get off the train however, so he did, carried the destroyer weapon with him and coming to the platform. He winced, fist closed tightly to try and absorb the pain growing form his back. Where the hell did he end up?
Posters with information told him a bit, but they weren’t the most helpful. It would be another ten minutes before he got the damn pocket watch to do anything, and even then he was uncertain about it doing anything at all.
-----
Note: I'm searching around but not positive; if he's wounded will he arrive wounded? I set these samples up as such, but give me a heads up if he'd be fixed or not. I know some games do that and I wanted to make sure. Also, if it's not okay to have the Destroyer Weapon with him, let me know, thank you! I can go with or without it, but it was on her person at the time of pull.