6993/Magic Isn't a Thing

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Magic Isn't a Thing
Date of Scene: 19 July 2021
Location: Angelo's Carriage House
Synopsis: Sara and Cael talk about the Witchblade, the shit that is Cael's life lately, and the possibility of joining SHIELD. Clint makes a cameo.
Cast of Characters: Sara Pezzini, Cael Becker, Clint Barton




Sara Pezzini has posed:
After the initial job was done, Sara had to return to her car for clothing. Another suit, one of thousands she's own in her life thanks to Witchblade. Once clothed again, she stuck around to offer any assistance she could, after all she is a New York City Detective, and that allows some leeway for hanging around a crime scene.

When it was all done, Sara invited Becker to her house in Brooklyn for after police work drinks, whether that be alcohol or some of Angelo's Arabian coffee, it didn't matter. She figured Cael has questions, and if they were going to be working together, she needed answers.

"So what would you like? Coffee, tea, something stronger? I have rum and whiskey around here, as well as beer."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Mop-up at a crime scene always takes longer than anyone would like - especially when you're trying to convince people that 'no, really, there were bodies (real, living bodies) in the tubes that got disolved and drained away, I swear.' She even overhead one of the officers calling her 'Agent CooCoo' which, honestly, didn't really surprise her, even if it did aggrevate her a little. Hopefully there would be enough residual DNA in the tubes to prove some of what she'd been saying, but somehow she didn't hold her breath.
    "Beer's fine. We better not pull out the whiskey unless you want me passed out on your couch for the night," Cael remarks with blunt honesty - amusement pulling at her lips. "And I'm not convinced we know each other at all well enough for that sort of awkwardness."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Into the kitchen to grab two bottles of beer, Sara comes back out and offers one to Cael before dropping into a comfortable position on the couch. "My couch is always open," she offers with a smile. "You're FBI, that's all I need to know to offer it to you. I mean sure, your people tend to swoop in and try to oust my people from crime scenes, but that's all water under the bridge when you look at the bigger picture... like tonight."

Twisting the lid off of her beer she takes a swig, "So, how did you get involved with the Avengers?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well, I used to be NYPD, so I know how it is when the Bureau sweeps and steps all over your toes," Cael offers with sympathy as she drops onto the couch, taking a swig from the beer. "I really prefer to work //with// the local authorities, rather than - you know. Play some sort of pointless power-play that doesn't serve the greater good." She takes another swig before she'll answer the question.
    "I actually met Barnes - several years ago. He sort of... inadvertantly got me interested in pursuing criminal justice. When I ran into him recently, he brought in Cap and Falcon to vouch for him - and convince me that turning him in might not be the best idea. It's... well. The whole situation was rather complicated, really. But here we are."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nods a few times, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair before taking another drink of her beer. "I met Sam and James through SHIELD, I'm sure you know by now they aren't what Hydra ended up making them out to be. I've always been part of the NYPD, even as a kid, my father was a cop as well. I never thought I'd be anything else, and then it happened."

She holds up her right hand and wiggles it, the silver and gold bracelet with ruby and sapphire just dangling there. "I was chosen."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I mean - they haven't been able to tell me much. I'm technically not cleared for any of this shit, I think," Cael remarks in a dry tone. "But they did insist that SHIELD was set up by Hydra, and I've seen a little of what Hydra is like..." A deep frown pulls at her features as the memory of all those cherry-red faces rises in her mind again - and that one poor sod convulsing on the floor, as his dose of cyanide as a little inadequate to pull of the job of dispatching him instantly.
    Her eyes shift next to the bracelet on the woman's arm studying it with an uncertain expression. "'Chosen'?" she repeats. "That's the thing that let you go all..." She lifts her hand, gesturing to her own body as she adds, "armored up?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nods, "Yep, that would be Witchblade. He is an ancient magical device created by two gods. Many have been chosen to wield his power over the years, and I mean /many/ and many, many years. I dream I'm some of them at times, kind of really messes with your head, but that's nothing new really."

She takes another swig of her beer then sets it down on the coffee table. Rolling up her sleeve, she reveals to Cael how the Witchblade works. Metal tenrdils of silver and gold erupt from the thing bracelet, wrapping around her hand and arm to form a seriously intricate looking gauntlet with a large ruby and sapphire right on the back of the hand. "This is the true form, from it I can form the armor, weapons, and... I'm learning new tricks every day."

Cael Becker has posed:
    The skepticism on Cael's features was easy to read as she watches the bracelet transform. She's seen a lot of weird shit lately. But magic? //Magic//? She just watched a dozen men dissolved in goo. But that hadn't been //magic//, had it?
    "Two Gods?" she asks. "Sure, but like... in the same way Thor's a 'God' right?" Just an //advanced being//. Clearly! "I mean, space ships jumping through... worm holes or whatever. That might as well be 'magic' for all I understand it, but it's not magic." Magic isn't a thing.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara smirks, seeing that skepticism on Cael's face. She was there once, even when Witchblade just decided to be on her wrist and 'claim' her his wielder. "Brace yourself for this," she warns, the continues. "The Witchblade is the offspring of the universe's primal forces, the Angelus and the Darkness. To avert mutual destruction, a truce was struck. The Angelus and the Darkness consummated and in so doing conceived the Witchblade, creating peace and balance between them. Witchblade is older than any other magical item on this planet, older than the planet itself. You can doubt all you want, look for scientific and logical explanations, but you won't find them."

She picks her beer back up and takes a swig, with the gauntleted hand even. "Angelus and The Darkness are gods, not like a Christian God, but still gods."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Older than the planet, sure," Cael agrees, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, the Earth's... a few billion years old? The galaxy is much older. I'm sure there were intelligent, advanced life forms out there before the Earth existed. They could make some sort of... intelligent, protective..." she gestures to Sara's arm, "...technology... //thing//. I don't know how this shit works." But she clearly draws the line and magic. "And, sure, why not have it record the lives of past users and project them for the current user? Though - I'm sure that does get pretty confusing..."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara starts laughing, "Christ Becker, you're worse than I was!" She sits forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she looks at Cael. "You can't science and logic away magic, you can't call it all technology of advanced races, or assume that because you don't understand or accept it, that these advanced lifeforms, as you prefer to call them, aren't Gods. Understand, I don't worship Gods... but I believe in them, somewhere, out there." She gestures above herself toward the ceiling, clearly meaning the universe and not the upstairs of the house.

"I'm not asking you to believe based on my words alone, I'm more then willing to arrange examples, but in this universe there is technology, science /and/ magic. Better you start realizing that now, or when you do get hit by something you can't explain away as technology and science, you aren't let with your pants down."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I'm pretty God damned stubborn," Cael agrees - not seeming in the least insulted. "Though, honestly, I don't see how me calling it 'magic I can't understand or control' versus 'science I can't understand or control' is going to make any difference. Either way, I have to find an expert who knows how to deal with it - let them deal with it. And whether or not I believe their interpretation of what they're doing? Won't make a lick of difference."
    She pulls out her cellphone, holds it up, and says, "If I time traveled back to - say - 1943 with this thing," to name a year at random, "or hell, 1843, it'd seem pretty magical. I could teach someone how to use it. And what difference would it make if I told them it was advanced technology, or if I told them it was magic and that by manipulating the arcane 'app' symbols they could weild it's power? How do you //know// that thing is magic, and that it's not advanced tech whispering in your head that it's magic because it thinks you'll understand that better? And really, honestly, what difference does it make which truth you, or I, believe?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara ahs, "Yes, you could teach someone how to use that because it's technology, but magic you wouldn't teach them. Magic is innate to a person. Sure, you can teach them magic items and how to use them, but actual magic... nope, you can't learn it." She sits back with the beer in hand. "Captain America is the result of science. James is a the result of science. Sam's armor the result of science. This..." she holds up the gauntlet. "It magic, and with it I can do magical things that can't be explained in science. You don't have to believe, but christ I hope you never get hit by a magical ritual or attack."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Right - but if I believed you. If I took your word for it," Cael points out logically, "Would that make any difference when I get hit by a 'magical ritual or attack'?" she counters, giving a shrug of her shoulders. "Because I honestly don't see how it does. Can I just //believe// it away?" She shakes her head, and takes a long swig from her beer. "That sounds an awful lot like faith and religion to me. And I don't have time for that shit."
    She gives the woman a wry smile before adding, "I honestly don't mean any offense. I just- I don't know. I've seen some weird shit lately, but I don't see how you prove 'magic.' I need scientific evidence, and by it's very nature - magic, and faith, and Gods, can't be proven scientifically."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shrugs, "Your belief may not change the effect, but your belief would allow others to aid you by getting talisman's and artifacts to protect you against those things. I could walk you through the steps of a ritual, from the components needed to the words spoken, but there is no science in the world that can prove magic because magic isn't something you prove, it's something you believe."

A soft sigh, a light shake of her head, "You should also remember that just because something can't be proven by science, doesn't mean it isn't real, but that is the very foundation of the argument between faith and atheisms, and I'd rather not go down that road. I've seen technology and magic working in harmony, but I've also seen things you wouldn't believe were possible until you saw it... but proving it? Another matter entirely."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Look - just because you think magic's real, and I think you might have been hoodwinked by some really advanced form of technology - you really think I'm gonna stand there and go 'there's obviously something wrong with me - but I don't need your help, because magic isn't real'?" Cael asks with dry amusement. "I don't care why a thing works - so long as it works. And if it's real - whether it's magic, or technology, it shouldn't need my //belief// to work. Yeah?" She shrugs her shoulders. "So, ultimately, again - why does it matter what I believe? I mean, I am so deep in over my head right now - I'm not entirely sure which way is up. There's this whole... crazy world out there," she complains, gesture with her half-empty bottle of beer. "...it's all nuts. All of it."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara rolls her eyes, "Right there, you just answered your own question. You think I'm hoodwinked, how exactly do you trust someone to have your back when they think your hoodwinked... seriously, who uses that word any more?" She actually laughs and finishes off her beer. Standing up she gestures with the bottle, "Want another?"

She heads to the kitchen, still able to hear the response if she gives it. "I realize over all, probably doesn't matter if you believe or not, just makes it difficult to trust, you know? I mean my identity right now is secret, no one at the NYPD have any idea about Witchblade, but that's likely to change soon. I'm just trying to figure out who I can trust."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Definitely another," Cael agrees. "And really - there's a plethora of wonderful words I think should make a comeback. Like 'doff.' Or scurrilous. How about blithering?" she suggests. "At least I didn't call you 'blithering.'" She finishes off her first beer - setting the empty bottle aside - and waits for Sara to return with a fresh bottle before she'll continue.
    "Look - you obviously have abilities - the armor that thing made was impressive. You seem competant. All in all, I have no specific reason not to trust you to have my back, plus it seemed like Cap, Sam, and Barnes trusted you well enough."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Grabbing two new beers, she comes back to the couch and sits down, offering one up to Cael. "I've worked with the three of them only a few times, but they know my entire history because SHIELD does. I trust them, and since they trust you, I trust you... scurrilous? Is that even a word?" Yep, her brain just shifted gear midsentence.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "It's absolutely a word. It's..." There's a brief pause as Cael tries to think of how to define it, "Being insulting without any basis, basically. You'd probably consider me calling you 'hoodwinked' to be a 'scurrilous' claim," she offers as an example, before taking a sip of her beer, a faint, somehow sad smile on her features for a moment as her fingers touch a plain silver chain she wears tucked in under her shirt.
    "Anyways. I just go where 'the boys' tell me, and watch their backs. Probably not my wisest decision, as it seems like I'm in over my head pretty consistently, but... if they have need of me," then how can she say no?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The gauntlet turns into tendrils again and returns to being just a bracelet even as Sara takes another drink of her beer. "You ever considered other career options? I mean, you've got the chops, so why not step it up? SHIELD could use someone like you." She offers a grin, letting go of the odd words because she still doesn't get it

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I mean - I had, sorta, assumed that FBI was pretty high up on the list as far as careers go," Cael remarks in a dry, amused voice. "Cap - Steve, whatever," she's not always consistent about what she calls the guy, "said something about possibly being the Avenger's FBI liaison? Which is... a pretty insane notion, but I suppose I wouldn't turn it down. As for SHIELD - I don't know. How does a government organization that everyone believes has gone criminal hire, or pay it's people?" she asks. "That seems like a logistical nightmare."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shrugs, "They do, does it matter how? I mean, the fight is still out there, more so now than before. Hydra is picking up the pace and winning, due to getting SHEILD shoved into the underground status. I'm still with the NYPD, I just answer the call when SHIELD needs me, just as I intend to answer the call when the Avengers need me. Think on it, that's all I'm asking. We could use you."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well... like I said. When 'the boys' ask for my help, I help. If I can get paid for it, and get access to actual intel on the shit I'm getting myself into? I'd say that would be better deal than just putting my ass on the line, for free, in the dark." Was there perhaps a hint of frustration in Cael's voice there? .... probably. "I mean, some of the shit - I don't even think I can talk about it to anyone who wasn't there. How do you classify-" ...time travel. Or fish people?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nods slowly, "Yeah, I get that more than you realize. I've spend the last what, five years... unable to talk to anyone about Witchblade, and yet I know I have to use him, I have to do the right thing with him, serve for justice. So yeah, it's difficult."

She takes a large drink of her beer, sitting forward again. "I'll talk to a few people, see about getting you an interview or meeting or however they want to do it. You have a right to know about this shit you're getting involved in, the 'boys' should have done that for you... but we women warriors, we need to stick together, right?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Apparently," Cael agrees in a dry voice. "And honestly, as much as people complain about reports, and debriefs, and all of that? I think I can officially vouch for the fact that it's infinitely worse to be dropped off after a job and be told 'Thanks for the help. Now, remember not to talk to anyone about any of this - ever." The frustration shows on her features - even if none of them ever used those exact words, she knew the deal going in. "...how the hell do you process any of this shit? People in glass tubes getting flushed down the sewer? Fanatics popping cyanide to avoid answering questions? It's insane."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara reaches over and lays her hand on Cael's arm, a comforting gesture or so she hopes. "I get that. You got thrown into the deep end of the shark tank without any protective gear. So I'll throw you a life time," she mocks throwing an inner tube toward Cael. "I'll give you my private cell, my work number, my house number, and you call me any time, day or night, and talk about all the shit you can't talk to anyone else about... in return, I get to do the same, even if you think I'm hoodwinked."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Surely a scurrilous accusation," Cael agrees - amusement quirking the corners of her lips. Her expression goes more serious before she adds, "But honestly, without knowing how clearances and classifications work within the organization... I wouldn't feel comfortable talking details," she admits. "I mean, I'll happily exchange numbers, but..."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shakes her head, "I'm an Avenger Cael, there is no clearance issue."

Another drink taken she sets the beer down and sits back. "Yes, I serve in SHIELD as well, but I'm part of the Avenger team, so you have no need to worry about what I can or can't know... I can know it all."

Cael Becker has posed:
    A dubious look crosses her features as she studies Sara, taking a sip from her beer once more. "And all Avengers just have... blanket clearance to know all SHIELD stuff?" she asks uncertainly. "I mean, I think you'll have to forgive me if I need to hear that from more than just... you. Ya know?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara smirks, "Yeah, they do, and you can ask Captain Rogers or Clint Barton, in fact would you like me to call Clint? Get him to come over and clear it up for you?" She finishes off her second beer and places the bottle beside the other.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael seems to be sipping her way through the second bottle at a slower rate than the first - but at the offer to call in Clint, she offers a nod of confirmation. "Sure. I mean, assuming the guy ain't up to other stuff, already." Or hasn't accidentally slipped through time again. Surely that was just a one time thing, yeah? "I only met him the once - but we did end up spending a couple days together on that, umm... job." Yeah. Sure. 'A job.'
    Just thinking about 1943 makes her take a deeper swig from the bottle. Time travel sucks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara pulls out her phone, unlocks it and hits the autodial, "Hey Clint, it's Sara.... can I get you to come over to my place, if you got time? I got beer and FBI Agent Becker here.... yeah, need some proof spoken about my being an Avenger now... I'll explain the rest when you get here... thanks."

Hanging up she looks over to Cael, "He's on his way."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "HI, CLINT," Cael chimes in from the background.
    Oh, God. She's one of //those// people?
    The two continue to chat - Cael talking about some of her experiences while she was on the NYPD, and what it's like working in the FBI's Organized Crime division. They're on their third beer apiece now. Because, hell - it's New York. There's public transit - and Uber. Who needs to stay sober?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Another beer for Cael and herself, and then she's up to let Clint in, locking the door behind him. This is Brooklyn after all.

"I assume you two know each other already," she comments, gesturing from one to the other, then offering Clint a beer.

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint is in normal street clothes, boot, jeans and a t shirt. He comes in when Sara opens the door, raising a hand in greeting. "Hi guys, how's it going?"

He takes the offered beer and pops it open, looking for a place to sit down, "So, need a little confirmation, do you?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well. Sara here suggested that I'm welcome to, you know, //decompress// a little and share any of the crazy shit I've been through with her. But, not to call her a liar or anything, but I can't just take her word that she has clearance here about... //that little trip// we went on. Or the stuff in Maine. Or... well, any of it. There's been weird shit!" Cael remarks with some frustration in her voice. "And I'm pretty sure it's all classified."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara gestures to a chair for Clint, even as she sits herself back on the couch.

"I'm SHIELD, I'm an Avenger, I was in Maine for one of the things that happened there, I've seen the same shit she had, but she doesn't know me well enough to take my word for it. She doesn't know that I've seen all the same shit, and some shit she hasn't and hopefully never will, so... I figured I'd call you in to explain, or at least help prove I'm not full of myself, she can talk to me, because we all need someone to talk to about the aliens, magic, technology, science, Hydra, fish people, etc."

Clint Barton has posed:
With a chuckle, Clint takes a drink from his beer, leaning against the back of the couch. "Honestly Cael, I'm not sure _you're_ cleared for all that stuff. But Sara definitely is, so I wouldn't worry about that. Basically anything you're cleared for, Sara's about two levels above you."

He shrugs a little, "I mean granted, her SHIELD clearance doesn't mean much in the US right now, but we're gonna be working on that mess soon enough." Glancing over to Sara, he asks, "As for the Avengers, why didn't you show her the card? Although I guess it's a little hard to prove it's real without dragging her to the mansion and swiping in."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I'm absolutely //not// cleared!" Cael confirms in a frustrated voice. "That's... part of the problem, honestly." She takes a large drink from her bottle before agreeing emphatically with, "Fucking //fish// people! Did you //see// that thing?" she asks Sara. "Are //fish people// a bigger problem than - well. Than I'd ever realized? Because once was enough with the fish people."
    Then she adds with a shrug, "Look, it's not that I didn't believe she has Avengers access. I just didn't buy that 'I'm an Avenger' means 'you can tell me anything SHIELD does.' That logic doesn't track."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara snorts, "I saw what was leading /up/ to fish people... or maybe that was the zombies?" She glances to Clint for a moment, then back to Cael, "I think that was the zombies, flesh eating variety, but still... yes, I've seen the shit out there. James left SHIELD, Sam is a consultant to SHIELD, not even an agent, and Cap is given high clearance because he's an Avenger and well, shit, cause he's Captain America. My clearance in SHIELD is technically higher than Sam's, but at the end of the day... Avenger, seen the shit, can't hide it, so we talk about it."

Clint Barton has posed:
Clint raises his bottle in mock salute, "To weird shit." and takes another drink. "Don't sweat it Cael. Trust me when I say the between SHIELD and the Avengers, there's nothing you could tell her that would be past her level. I mean, the one problem you've got is that as an FBI agent, you actually should be arresting her, not hanging with her. We evil SHIELD types are trying to overthrow the government, haven't you heard?"

Another drink from the bottle and he continues, "Now, I don't think you're going to do that, but keep in mind that you could actually get in trouble if your superiors find out you're hanging out with SHIELD personnel."

He tilts his head, "Unless you want to be one, of course. You handled yourself fairly well on our little jaunt to 1943, even if going out to a bar was a damn foolish thing to do."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...zombies are not a thing. Oh, God, tell me zombies are not a thing," Cael groans. "The dead don't walk!" She's not prepared to live in a world where they do.
    "I'll take fish people before zombies. //Hell//."
    Her eyes seek on Clint's. "Is this some sort of... haze the probie, thing? Convince her that magic is real and zombies walk the Earth? Because, you know, I can deal with hazing..." Even if she isn't //even// a 'probie' yet. But not zombies. Nope. We all got to draw the line somewhere, right?
    Pointing at Clint she adds, "That's what got me into this mess! I asked Barnes why I shouldn't arrest him on the spot, and he brought in Cap and Falcon to vouch for him, and ever since my life has been... a mess. Do you know how hard it is juggling my work with the FBI, with getting called in to help with stuff I have no clearance to be dealing in?"
    With a smirk she adds, "That jaunt to the bar was the only good part of that shit show. I mean, yeah, it wasn't smart. But I //needed// that brawl."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara looks between the two of them for a moment, taking a swig from her bottle... third beer, still no real effect save for mellow.

"Sure, we'll go with zombies aren't real if it will make you feel better," she comments then to Clint says, "She showed an interest in joining SHIELD earlier, two beers ago, but I don't know who to talk to about it. If you want to take that lead, be my guest. Set up the meeting, whatever the process is, if she is still interested, two beers later."

Clint Barton has posed:
Finishing off the beer, Clint pushes off the couch and drops it in the recycling. "Sure, I can put out a few feelers. I have a feeling this kind of thing might fall under my new responsibilities, who knows?"

"For now though, I got to run, got an appointment to keep nearby, so this was just a quick drive-by." He waves and heads out the door.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael gives Sara a dubious look. "...that was less than reassuring. Clint. Clint, zombies aren't real, right? ... Clint?"
    She lets out a groan, as she lets her head fall back against the headrest of the couch. "I have got to be insane even thinking about getting deeper into this shit. //Hell//. It's all insane."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Closing the door behind Clint, Sara once again locks the door.

"Would you rather know about it, or go to bed still wondering if its real or not?" She walks back toward the couch but pauses. "You ready for the hard shit yet, or just another beer?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...there are zombies?" Cael asks in an unhappy voice. "Are you sure you should be telling me about it even if there are?" It's hazing. It //has// to be hazing. Right? Shit. "I mean, not like... Night of the Living Dead zombies? The dead don't rise from their graves and walk the earth. That //can't// be a thing," she insists.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Resting her face in the palm of her hand for a moment, Sara has to reflect on her mistake... and it was a huge mistake. Cael doesn't believe in magic, but zombies... sure, she believes in those.

Sitting up she finishes off her third beer and that bottle joins the other two on the coffee table. "These were a special case, small batch, all taken care of, no one's rising out of their graves. No Night of the Living Dead or Walking Dead apocalyptic zombie invasion. Alright?" She stands up now and heads for the whiskey, cause she's gonna need it. "We handled the situation like professionals, except for perhaps one doctor who will remain nameless that might still need help."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...but they weren't walking corpses. I mean, they're people, with pulses, with something... seriously, seriously wrong with them. Right? You need a pulse to walk," Cael insists.
    Because, no. She doesn't believe in 'zombies.' Not in the way that The Walking Dead would explain them. Because that just //isn't// possible.
    But if there's fish people? Sure. There can be something... zombie-ish. Possibly even contagious.
    "One of SHIELD's people got affected? Or some doctor on the ground who alerted you to the problem?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The whiskey, two glasses, and a bottle of coke, and Sara returns to the living room. "No, some were were definitely dead," she comments as she sits Opening the coke she pours some into both glasses, then whiskey. "The doctor is a SHIELD doctor, and she's still alive, and it's effected her differently, but I don't know all the details regarding her situation. I /just/ got a promotion that would allow me to access it, and I have only been an Avenger for a week."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...the dead don't walk," Cael insists. "See, this is the sort of bat shit crazy we could prove. Catch one, strap it down, put it through a... CAT scan, and MRI machine, hook it up to an EKG and pulse oximeter and... and all that stuff. You actually had data on dead people walking?" Because that's something she would want to see.
    Except that she really, really doesn't want to see it. It //has// to be a hazing, right?
    "SHIELD has science types to look into this sort of stuff, right?" she asks before draining her beer - and picking up the whiskey and coke instead.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara finishes the drink mixing and offers one to Cael, taking the other for herself and sitting back. "Vampires have no heart beat, are cold to the touch, but they exist. Necromancers raise the dead to do their bidding all the time. The dead walk."

A large drink is taken before she continues, "If you'd like, I can speak to a necromancer I know, see about getting one of his minions into a cat scan or MRI machine."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael just stares at Sara for a moment, taking a sip of her drink as she tries to logic it out. Because it //can't// be possible. There has to be an explination. Telekinesis was a common ability among mutants, right? It wasn't a force she understood, but it wasn't //magic// - no one said it was. They could make a corpse move with telekinesis. Right?
    "...sure," she agrees. "I mean, assuming there aren't scientific studies out there on the subject already. But if it's a thing - I mean, someone would have tried to study it and explain it already. Yeah?"
    Hazing is still the easiest explination. Otherwise why would she be telling her what's probably classified information. Right?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara closes her eyes, laying her head back against the couch. "Let's see," she mutters. "I don't personally know of any research on it given that most people who might be interested in such things already know they walk because of magic, that said, I will ask around and see if there is any research being done. I can still arrange you a, what should I call them... ghouls? Yes, we'll call them that... I will arrange a ghoul for you to put through every test you can dream of."

Opening her eyes she turns her head to look at Cael. "Should we use an NYPD lab, or an FBI lab? Might be best to wait until you're part of SHIELD, then we can use one of their labs."

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    "...I really don't want to use an FBI lab to test a walking corpse," Cael mutters under her breath. "I've only been with the Bureau six months. They'd put me in for a psych eval." Though, perhaps, not without good cause, given everything she's been through lately. "SHIELD's lab would be preferable. I wouldn't know how to run any of it, though. I'm //not// a science-type," she insists, before taking a drink from her glass. Just because she believes in science doesn't mean she understand it entirely.

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A little gesture of her hand as Sara says, "I figured, I'll get us a scientist as well, or a doctor, someone from SHIELD that you can background check to ensure their legit. In the mean time, other than fish people, cyanide induced seizures, and AIM melting men in tanks, how are you?"

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    "And traveling back to 1943," Cael points. "And the rest of the team seemingly being okay with leaving Barnes and Rogers //behind// in the past when we came forward. Clint may disparge my decision to go drinking in a bar with Sam - and, let me tell you, pretty, young, white woman drinking in a bar with a black man in 1943? Best worst idea ever - but leaving those two-" ahem, "-...gentlemen behind in their original time to fiddle with things as they saw fit? Hell. Who knows what they did back there?" She shakes her head. "And I didn't even get to file a report to rail against the idiocy of that decision."

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Sara sits up a little and stares at Cael for a moment, "White woman drinking with a... okay, that was a mistake, but leaving them behind was a bigger mistake. I mean, clearly nothing horrible happened, but the truth is, we wouldn't know if it did and that's why we don't go fucking around with time. There's only one time magician I know of, and he guards that shit hard core. You don't mess with time."

She adds a little more whiskey to her glass, though mostly she's been just sipping the mix. "Only six months with the FBI huh? Which force were you with before that?"

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    Leaning in towards Sara she adds, "When some biggots started giving us a hard time - I leaned in towards Wilson, and kissed him right on the mouth," Cael remarks with mischief in her eyes. "But the damnedest thing about the whole thing? Barnes was there. Not our Barnes. //Their// Barnes. 1943 Barnes. Standing up for Sam and me and throwing punches right alongside us, without having the first clue who we were - just... what the fuck, right?" She takes a drink from whiskey before adding, "Time travel is //awful//. Going to the bar was a stupid move. But holy shit - it was great. It was the one great moment in all of the madness." And she doesn't regret it.
    "I was with the 113th, in Queens," she adds, "before the FBI took up my application. And then, you know, had to go through their training. Guess I'll have to do that all over again if SHIELD thinks I'm worth their time." Great.

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"Nah," Sara replies, adding a touch more whiskey to Cael's glass as well. "When SHIELD went dark, that sort of thing got left by the way side. I've never had any official training, because there's no where to train, the SHIELD training facility was shut down. Your training with the NYPD and the FBI is all you will need, and more then enough in the end. You'll learn as you go."

Setting the whiskey back on the coffee table, she kicks off her shoes so she can curl her legs up under herself. "Right on the lips... man, Sam had to have gone a new shade of black over that, right before throwing punches that is."

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    "It sure shocked the hell out of him," Cael agrees with a wicked smile. She has the decency to look a little contrite as she adds, "I apologized to him afterwards, for it. We're cool, thankfully. I mean... Could've gone pear-shaped, you know? But he knew I was just... you know. Making a point. Showing my //support//." By a certain definition of 'support.'
    "God I'm glad it's not 1943 anymore, though. Sure, we've still got problems. But- hell, we went to this Expo, and there was this exhibit with all the new fangled inventions home makers need to take proper care of their hard working husbands - I wanted to set the place on fire."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Going through the motion of fake vomiting, Sara rolls her eyes at the whole idea. "I've seen those," she states with a shudder. "I mean I get it, it was right for the time. Watch the progression of women's rights through history, clear back to Queen Elizabeth. We've been fighting for equality for so long, and while we did it we birthed the children, raised them, and all the other tasks that were expected of us."

Another drink is taking, slightly larger then before. "We're still fighting, and the feminist movement is not helping matters at all. Men aren't lesser than us, they aren't puppets or tools. There are some things they do better, some we do better and if you look at the big picture, we compliment each other, we need each other, but we will continue to struggle until everyone sees that."

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    "Feminism isn't about being better," Cael counters. "It's about being //equal//. Look, if you buy that whole feminism-is-the-problem line - no, no. That's counter propaganda. That's a line of bull they're feeding to you to try to derail the fight. Don't accept their false prem- oh, God, I sound like I'm back in college," she groans abruptly.
    "Anyways. Feminism isn't the problem. It's the same problem it's ever been asshole white men who don't want to give up their power." She takes a drink from her glass before adding, "I wish I'd set it on fire. You think we can travel back in time - just to set it on fire?" she muses.
    She knows the answer - but a girl can dream, right?

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Sara actually seems to be considering that last part, the first part she'd heard a million times, but she'd actually heard women spewing out crap about men needing to placed under them and claiming to be feminist's while saying it. "You know," she finally says. "I might know a time mage who would be willing to..." she stops then shakes her head.

"Next time, and I'm sure they're will be a next time, burn it down when you can."

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    "We didn't want anything to interfere with finding the bit of tech we needed to get back to our own time," Cael points out. "So there were reasons that we didn't burn it down. That and - well. I didn't know enough about the past to say if there was meant to be a fire then or not. What if it wasn't meant to burn, and I start a fire and people get trapped and I accidentally kill - I don't know, the grandmother of the woman who curse cancer, you know? It was too much risk.
    "Even if I'd reeeeeally like to burn it."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara finishes off the last of her drink before setting the glass down. "Crash in the guest room if you'd like," she says as she stands, indicating the door to the guest room with a gesture of her hand. "I need to get some sleep because I have to work tomorrow."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael studies the drink in her hand, then finishes off the contents abruptly. Not like she has any pets at home to feed, or even plants that need watering. "I've got some stuff tomorrow afternoon," she remarks. "Gotta make sure the Corvette's ready for the next race." She rises to her feet, stretching, then letting out an exagerate yawn. "...and we both better drink some water," she adds. She keeps her empty glass with her for the moment. She'll force down several cups of water before she finally falls into bed.
    Racing with a hangover wouldn't be a new experience for her - but it wouldn't be any fun. At all.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Oh there will be water drank, and a few trips to the to the bathroom, but Sara will make sure there's no hang over... even if she has to 'borrow' Witchblades abilities in the morning to do it. Cheating isn't something she does often, but being late again would be worse.