occulto: a gpsl journal (occulto) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-08-31 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: hansel, character: natasha romanoff |
Who: Natasha + Hansel
Where: Hansel's weapon shack forge
When: Sunday, August 31st, afternoon
What: checking out weapons and talking shop or something like that
Warnings: foul language, i'm assuming
Status: ongoing
Natasha had hardly interacted with the man who shared a face with Clint yet called himself Hansel so she really didn't know what to expect from this little visit. Clint had warned her that Hansel was lacking in the hygiene department, so at least she wasn't walking in completely blind. Natasha was used to strange, what with everything she'd seen and done for the KGB and SHIELD, but she didn't have experience with duplicates. She had enough trouble with Clint right now that the idea of another one of him was a head ache waiting to happen. At least this Hansel character couldn't give her grief about the Winter Soldier situation. Even if it was Clint's face, at least it would be a break from that whole nightmare.
The forge was easy enough to find and she let herself in, closing her eyes for a moment at the wave of heat that greeted her. "Feels like the Renaissance Festival," she muttered to herself as she took in her surroundings. Her voice a little louder, she called out, "Hello? I'm here to see some weapons."
The lack of gunpowder, or even viable options of making it if they could find the components (she recalled a method that made use of urine, but it took several months for it to pan out), was putting a serious damper on her gun situation. She'd been able to conserve a lot of her ammunition, but who knew when the next wave of horrors would hit. Best to check out some other options before it became too late.