Brebo, huh... can't say I've been out there yet but I got an inkling of where it is. How difficult can it be?
[And he's on his way because he really needs to see this with his own eyes - right now it's more likely that he's back at the Laughing Academy in Tokyo hugging himself in a straight jacket than that any of this is actually real. ]
[Right. Hawkeye makes his way through the snowcovered streets as quickly and stealthy as he possibly can. He hasn't seen any monsters yet but the rumors are more than enough for him to quicken his steps into a run. Brebo... he's never been that way but he does have an idea of where it is and Henry should be easy enough to spot - if he's there.
Sure enough, there he is. Their late fearless commander, looking exactly like he did on that fateful day on the chopper pad. Talking on the communicator is one thing but now that Henry is actually standing a few yards infront of him, alive and in the flesh... there's no clever witticisms here.
Hawk comes to a halt, looking very much like he's just seen a ghost.]
[Henry looks up as Hawkeye approaches, absentmindedly dropping the communicator into his pocket. He opens his mouth to say something, but isn't too sure what. He's far too focused on the way Hawkeye's looking at him; like- like he's not suppose to be there at all.
[That's because he isn't supposed to be there. Or anywhere else for that matter. It's been months and months since then but it still feels like only yesterday... Radar coming into the OR. Spun in. No survivors.
It takes him a few more seconds to regain his composure but soon enough he cracks up into the trademark Hawkeye grin.]
Since when do I ever listen to anything you say?
[And with that he trudges through the snow to close the distance between them, pulling his former CO and long lost friend into an incredibly manly hug. Sorry Henry, a handshake won't be enough here.]
[It's certainly not an immediate reaction, but he manages to drop his suitcase and return that hug.
He has a feeling it's been a lot longer for Hawkeye than it has been for him - since they last saw each other, he means. For that, he's willing to let the other man hug him as long as he needs to.]
[And that is very appreciated - it's not every day you get a second chance to see someone who should be long since dead and buried. He pulls away after a moment with a sniffle. It's cold out, isn't it? Gives everyone a runny nose. Right.]
Alright... let's get you inside. We can go through the tourist manual then.
[A pat on the shoulder and a smile before he makes a start to head back to the hospital. ]
(He can't help feeling uneasy, though. It isn't that anything is out of the ordinary, either... or that Hawkeye is acting any different than he'd expect him to. It's just that it seems like something is being left unsaid - tucked away under the surface - and Henry isn't so sure he can figure out what it is on his own.)
He picks his suitcase back up off the ground and shakes it of the snow still clinging to it. He tucks it under his arm before following after Hawkeye, falling into step beside him.]
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You're the last person I thought I'd hear from out here.
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[Hang on, he's... really trying to wrap his head around this.]
You-- [Died. But he can't say that, can he? Not with the way Discedo works.] You were supposed to go home! We all were.
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[...] Look, let's wonder more about this while we're huddled around a heater. 'Kay?
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Right. (...) Where are you anyway? I'm not much of a guide in these parts yet but I make a mean welcome wagon.
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That mean anything to you?
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[And he's on his way because he really needs to see this with his own eyes - right now it's more likely that he's back at the Laughing Academy in Tokyo hugging himself in a straight jacket than that any of this is actually real. ]
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[And he's just stepped out of the Commercial District via Brebo Avenue. He waits on the corner of the street.]
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Sure enough, there he is. Their late fearless commander, looking exactly like he did on that fateful day on the chopper pad. Talking on the communicator is one thing but now that Henry is actually standing a few yards infront of him, alive and in the flesh... there's no clever witticisms here.
Hawk comes to a halt, looking very much like he's just seen a ghost.]
Henry... it really is you.
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Finally:]
I said it was, didn't I?
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It takes him a few more seconds to regain his composure but soon enough he cracks up into the trademark Hawkeye grin.]
Since when do I ever listen to anything you say?
[And with that he trudges through the snow to close the distance between them, pulling his former CO and long lost friend into an incredibly manly hug. Sorry Henry, a handshake won't be enough here.]
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He has a feeling it's been a lot longer for Hawkeye than it has been for him - since they last saw each other, he means. For that, he's willing to let the other man hug him as long as he needs to.]
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Alright... let's get you inside. We can go through the tourist manual then.
[A pat on the shoulder and a smile before he makes a start to head back to the hospital. ]
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(He can't help feeling uneasy, though. It isn't that anything is out of the ordinary, either... or that Hawkeye is acting any different than he'd expect him to. It's just that it seems like something is being left unsaid - tucked away under the surface - and Henry isn't so sure he can figure out what it is on his own.)
He picks his suitcase back up off the ground and shakes it of the snow still clinging to it. He tucks it under his arm before following after Hawkeye, falling into step beside him.]
I'd like to know where we're headed.
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