Agent Phil Coulson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-12 11:25 am
somethingtoavenge) wrote2012-12-12 11:25 am
Debrief 003 | Action (Locked)/ Written | Operation Swooning Maiden is Go
[Phil knew he was sick. There really was no getting around it, not with all the coughing he was doing. While he had felt off since he'd come back to Luceti it was during the scavenger event and his unplanned trip to the Ice Age area that he'd really started to notice the coughing. And the shortness of breath.
Some of it he attributed to his recently healed chest wound. After all, no matter how mysteriously well healed it was, it was still a change from his previous state of health. That means it takes getting used to.
As the days passed however he hadn't really been getting better. The coughing had been mild in the beginning, a cough here and there when the cold air tickled his lungs. But lately it had gotten worse, harsh and heavy from deep in his lungs. While trying not to worry anyone he'd been focusing on suppressing the coughs as much as possible, or simply avoiding his friends when he felt the thick feeling building inside his lungs.
Nighttime was the worst though. Coulson had been coughing into his pillows as to not disturb either Clint or Natasha so late, curled up on his bed to ease the pressure and pain in his chest. It was exhausting, leaving him tired and weak the next day, almost listless first thing in the morning.
Phil had been brushing off other's concerns saying it was just a cold, he was only a bit under the weather, yes he was taking medicine he'd be fine. Phil hadn't made it to the clinic yet though, even as the coughing had gotten worse and the nausea started. But when he woke up today, tired, aching, nauseous and the phlegm from his cough tinged with blood, well, he decided to make visiting the clinic his first priority.
Before things got worse.]
[The Action | Locked to Loki]
[After dodging one concerned-but-unsure-what-to-do archer and another too-observational-for-Phil's-comfort assassin Phil heads out to the nearest clinic. Even with three layers of clothing on (thermal undershirt, sweater, jacket) plus thick jeans, scarf and gloves the cold still seeps into Phil's skin and lungs.
Phil follows the lesser traveled paths and shortcuts and he heads to the clinic. They allow him the privacy to stop and cough at irregular intervals, and trees to rest briefly against when the chest pain and weakness get too much.
While usually quite aware of his surroundings the growing nausea, shortness of breath, and pain in his chest means he's a bit distracted at the moment. It is such distraction which does not make him aware of the other person until he bumps into the other man.]
Oh. Sorry I didn't see you... [Phil's hoarse voice trails off as the person who he bumped into finally registers in his brain.
Loki.
Well, hell.]
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[Post-Action Response | Written | Filtered to Clint, Natasha, Pepper, Steve, and Jane]
[After depositing Coulson at the infirmary, Loki retrieves the man's journal from the pocket in space in which he placed it.
...there are possibilities for this to become very amusing, depending upon how he plays it.
He opens Coulson's journal and sets up a written message to go to Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers and Jane Foster. He keeps it simple and with ample room for misinterpretation.]
I have delivered the Son of Coul to the clinic at the Battle Dome if you wish to retrieve him.
--Loki
[He closes the journal and leaves it sitting on the counter of the clinic for someone else to find. That ought to stir up a nice little nest of hornets. Feeling quite cheery, Loki departs to go for a ride. No need to make it easy on anyone if they decide to try to murder him.]
((ooc note for Katsu: If you want to have anintervention talk with Loki because he's a giant troll of his actions in this post let Katsu know on Plurk or something and a post may be forthcoming!
Coulson may or may not reply to people replying to Loki's note.I haven't decided yet.))
Some of it he attributed to his recently healed chest wound. After all, no matter how mysteriously well healed it was, it was still a change from his previous state of health. That means it takes getting used to.
As the days passed however he hadn't really been getting better. The coughing had been mild in the beginning, a cough here and there when the cold air tickled his lungs. But lately it had gotten worse, harsh and heavy from deep in his lungs. While trying not to worry anyone he'd been focusing on suppressing the coughs as much as possible, or simply avoiding his friends when he felt the thick feeling building inside his lungs.
Nighttime was the worst though. Coulson had been coughing into his pillows as to not disturb either Clint or Natasha so late, curled up on his bed to ease the pressure and pain in his chest. It was exhausting, leaving him tired and weak the next day, almost listless first thing in the morning.
Phil had been brushing off other's concerns saying it was just a cold, he was only a bit under the weather, yes he was taking medicine he'd be fine. Phil hadn't made it to the clinic yet though, even as the coughing had gotten worse and the nausea started. But when he woke up today, tired, aching, nauseous and the phlegm from his cough tinged with blood, well, he decided to make visiting the clinic his first priority.
Before things got worse.]
[The Action | Locked to Loki]
[After dodging one concerned-but-unsure-what-to-do archer and another too-observational-for-Phil's-comfort assassin Phil heads out to the nearest clinic. Even with three layers of clothing on (thermal undershirt, sweater, jacket) plus thick jeans, scarf and gloves the cold still seeps into Phil's skin and lungs.
Phil follows the lesser traveled paths and shortcuts and he heads to the clinic. They allow him the privacy to stop and cough at irregular intervals, and trees to rest briefly against when the chest pain and weakness get too much.
While usually quite aware of his surroundings the growing nausea, shortness of breath, and pain in his chest means he's a bit distracted at the moment. It is such distraction which does not make him aware of the other person until he bumps into the other man.]
Oh. Sorry I didn't see you... [Phil's hoarse voice trails off as the person who he bumped into finally registers in his brain.
Loki.
Well, hell.]
---------------
[Post-Action Response | Written | Filtered to Clint, Natasha, Pepper, Steve, and Jane]
[After depositing Coulson at the infirmary, Loki retrieves the man's journal from the pocket in space in which he placed it.
...there are possibilities for this to become very amusing, depending upon how he plays it.
He opens Coulson's journal and sets up a written message to go to Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers and Jane Foster. He keeps it simple and with ample room for misinterpretation.]
I have delivered the Son of Coul to the clinic at the Battle Dome if you wish to retrieve him.
--Loki
[He closes the journal and leaves it sitting on the counter of the clinic for someone else to find. That ought to stir up a nice little nest of hornets. Feeling quite cheery, Loki departs to go for a ride. No need to make it easy on anyone if they decide to try to murder him.]
((ooc note for Katsu: If you want to have an
Coulson may or may not reply to people replying to Loki's note.
[Da Action]
[Da Action]
But his legs still aren't really steady and after awhile keeping up with Loki's longer stride is hard.]
Can you slow down please?
[Da Action]
Frailty, thy name is man...]
[Da Action]
[It's easier to keep going now. At least for a short while.
However soon enough his legs buckle again and he instinctively tightens his grasp on Loki.]
Damn. [And now he's practically hanging off Loki. His life could not get much more embarrassing at the moment.] ...Sorry.
[Da Action]
This would be much simpler if I carried you.
[Da Action]
Then looks back down at his legs, which mutinously do not suddenly regain enough strength for him to walk on his own.
He lets out a sigh.]
Probably.
[That is basically an invitation at this point.]
[Da Action]
[Da Action]
There is a faint thud as his Journal falls out of his pocket onto the ground.]
Really?
[Phil's voice is perfectly deadpan even as he is held like a damn maiden from any cliche film.
This is one thing he is not telling anyone.]
[Da Action]
[Da Action]
It'd be faster, and he could cough in Loki's face and hope the guy caught whatever he had. Okay, not that last one because that was juvenile and Phil doubted he could work past the manners drilled into his head to actually do that.
Instead he sighs.]
No thank you. Lets just get this over with.
[Da Action]
[Loki is very, very amused by all of this. And proceeds to carry the Son of Coul on toward the Battle Dome.]
[Da Action]
[There is something unerringly true about that statement, yet somehow sad.
A tickle at the back of his throat makes him turn his head away from Loki and bring up a free hand. More coughing racks his frame and he curses breathlessly once it's done.
Being carried like this by Loki does actually ease the pain in his chest though, which is giving him more mixed feelings about the whole thing.]
[Da Action]
[He continues to walk along.]
[Da Action]
I worked for SHIELD. Unusual is the usual.
[And he's not going to say anymore about it. His past is none of your business, God of Lies.
Small talk with Loki was both unhelpful and weird.
Idly he rubs at his chest, easing more of the ache away.]
Can you even get sick?
[Question out of left field is go. It mostly tied in with the still there desire to cough on Loki and hope whatever Phil has is catching. He blames Clint for that little idea.]
[Da Action]
[He smiles thinly.]
If you were to cough on me, I might become startled and drop you, however.
[Da Action]
[No matter how tempting it was.]
[Da Action]
[Da Action]
[Phil's expression is carefully bland.]
[Da Action]
[Da Action]
[Da Action]
[He smirks.] Not in the way you do.
[Da Action]
[You lucky bastard.]
Must be nice.
[And he's going to be quiet for now because talking is starting to hurt his throat.]
[Da Action]