A mind full of questions WHO: Rosalind Lutece and Clint Barton WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WHERE: Near Hawkeye's roost, but on the ground WHAT: Explosives delivery - Rosalind was looking for Hansel, but found Hawkeye instead WARNINGS: Possible language from Hawkeye? STATUS: Complete
The Luteces were a very singular minded pair. Once they had their mind set on something it was very hard for them to focus on anything else. Much of their time in Marrowood had been spent researching a portal out of their current predicament, and occasionally fixing small appliances for the spirits as well as the living. But the tears, their precious tears, that was their only hope for leaving this place, and now that hope had dwindled to but a spark. Perhaps they would eventually find a way home, but for now they would have to, as Miss Swan suggestion, focus on small projects.
One of the many that had been put on the back burner were their commissions to work on weapons for the town. Modified guns, mostly, and explosives. Rosalind had not forgotten, but simply did not think it was important enough to push aside their work on leaving the town. But now... well it would need to be this busy work that kept their minds occupied. Until she and her brother had more information about how the town worked it was against good conscience (one that Robert had insisted quite frankly) to put the town in danger just for their endeavours. Rosalind could not argue with her brother; he was, after all, the one that had perished at the hands of a demon.
So the twins had worked on the explosives that Hansel had requested so long ago. They could provide protection for the town indirectly through their devices since they had no skills that pertained to fighting. They would leave that, and the weapons, in the capable hands of the heroes. Rosalind had placed the dynamite securely one box, and the grenades in another. She and Robert had also created a launcher for the grenades as well, for those that did not have a good throwing arm. It was the first of many devices they would give their protectors.
The boxes were packed into a cart, and with them in tow Rosalind first checked the forge for Hansel. When he was nowhere to be found she began to wander about, asking passers-by if they had seen Hansel's doppleganger, the one known as Clint. A few had pointed her to a place near the Hocus Pocus club, but she hadn't had to travel that far as she ran into the man on the street. He was seated on a bench, eating... something.
"Hello," she said to him from a few feet away. "You are Clint, are you not? The one that is, and is not, Hansel?"