[Video]

[beltbucklerebel]

[the camera, at first, is only focused on a wall. In the background, off screen, there are the sounds of fabric rustling as Booth struggles with his suit jacket...followed by a mild curse as he gives up and slings it over a chair. He hasn't brought himself to cut holes in it, yet, but it just isn't comfortable without them.

Frustrated, he drops down on the couch, lounging irritably...and notices the open journal.

In his irritation, he doesn't bother to close it, instead taking the opportunity to complain.]

Okay...cute as someone probably thinks this is, I've had just about enough of wing-world. Talking animals? A bunch of kids running around with super powers? I've had hallucinations that made more sense than this place. [huh...come to think of it, that sounds worse out loud than it did in his head. Moving on]

And how're you supposed to do anything with these wings getting in the way all the time? I haven't had a good night's rest in a month.

Has anyone put in a firing range around here? Because I could really go for shooting something, right about now.

Player Name: Kyra
Are You New?: N
Character Name: Seeley Booth
Character Fandom: Bones

Comments

[written]

[notquiteheartless]

The flat walls seem rather impervious to long-lasting damage.

[voice]

[beltbucklerebel]

[Sherlock.

It's not that he stalks Brennan's communications (okay, fine. So he does), but he's seen that handwriting often enough to recognize it. He doesn't really have a reason to make a face, but he does it anyway before responding. Verbally. He doesn't want to break his complaining stride by reaching for a pen.]

Yeah...not really looking to blow my apartment to bits.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

You want a shooting range. Draw it on the wall. Even fixes itself.

[voice]

[beltbucklerebel]

See? That. Right there.

That's not supposed to be possible. When you shoot something, it's supposed to stay shot. End of story.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

It isn't possible, but it happens. Bolt every door, secure every window. The damage is still fixed.

There is an explanation. We just haven't found it. Yet.

[consultsdetective]

[ My god, people who make real sense. ]

There's as much of a firing range as you put in for yourself, from what I know. Fair point of notice, though, avoid getting at the trees.

[beltbucklerebel]

[he gives a small groan] Please tell me they don't talk or fight back.

[consultsdetective]

Not as such. [ And thank god, he wouldn't have made it his first day in with talking trees. ] It's just that we've apparently got our forest under protection by a giant magical wolf, and I wouldn't imagine she's keen on the idea.

[beltbucklerebel]

....I'm sorry I asked.

[give him a second as he rubs his temples]

You know what? Forget a shooting range. I need a drink.

[consultsdetective]

I can safely testify that the bar's not guarded by any vicious animals, if it helps. Of course, I wouldn't recommend starting any trouble in there. Crowd control's about as bad as the crowds. [ Half-grin. Such is life. ]

[ video ]

[herotypical]

[ a wide-eyed blonde merely stares back at him. staring. some more staring. dear lord... ]

Sh-shooting?

[ video ]

[beltbucklerebel]

[misunderstanding that look, he quickly makes his tone less caustic]

Targets. Not people. I might as well keep my edge if I'm going to be stuck here.

[ video ]

[herotypical]

I didn't realize you...and -- [ gulp ] -- there's an edge? You're keeping it?

[ and because buffy's been through this wringer too many times in luceti proper, aly takes advantage of training wings to have her legit mistake booth's identity. ]

[ video ]

[beltbucklerebel]

[he's not sure what's happened, but he can tell something is off. Grumpy or not, the last thing he wanted was to have someone afraid of him. He hasn't had the best of luck with introducing himself--too many people here had never even heard of the FBI--but he gives it a shot all the same]

It's alright. I'm with the FBI. Special Agent Seeley Booth.

[he gave her a lopsided smile, trying to put her at ease] The edge is for bad guys only.

/aly-valanche.

[greenjacketed]

Ain't proper but I put together a target or two out beyond the barracks.

The best kind!

[beltbucklerebel]

[that gets an actual grin] That's proper enough for me. You mind company coming around?

[greenjacketed]

Does company have a name?

[beltbucklerebel]

It does. Special Agent Seeley Booth, at your service.

[voice]

[truthin_bones]

I've found it more agreeable to sleep either on my side or stomach. As much as I do not particularly like this alteration to my body, I admit, they have not been too difficult to adjust to.

Have you considered cutting holes in your jackets yet, Booth?

[voice]

[beltbucklerebel]

That's not the point, Bones.

[well, it is, but he's grumpy. Which means he's not particularly keen about making compromises]

And....I've considered it.

[he doesn't sound pleased] But it's not natural. FBI agents don't have cherub wings. It's not- [manly] professional.

[voice]

[truthin_bones]

I never said it was natural. You are well aware of my own opinions on the subject. I do not appreciate modifications being made to my structure especially without my approval.

I believe professionalism is the least of our worries.

[vor]

There's hunting, if you don't mind your prey begging for its life.

[beltbucklerebel]

Begging for-

[his voice is suddenly incredulous...and possibly a little disgusted. He's got nothing against hunting, but he draws the line at it being able to talk back]

Look, I'm as sick of being in a real-life Disney movie as the next guy, but I'm not a monster.

[vor]

Vegetarian? Or vat-created only?

[beltbucklerebel]

Woah, hey! I don't know what you mean with that....vat...thing, but I'm no vegetarian.

But I don't kill things that can argue back.

[......]

Usually.