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[color=3CB371]Location:[/color]Angel Grove Community Center → [url=https://i.imgur.com/r6lzt3x.png?1]Command Center[/url] 
[color=3CB371]Interacting w/: Everybody, to an extent![/color][/center]

Vallory. A smile crossed Clint's face, comforted by her introduction. Short and sweet was more his style anyways, it suited him fine. Clint had tried to keep his spirits up, until around when Jordan decided to start being herself and sassing the tall girl he was chatting with. The cowboy's face scrunched up, considering her sass unnecessary as people had to deal with this kind of shock in their own ways. His attempt at being positive thwarted, he simply let out a complaint towards Jordan: [color=3CB371]"C'mon, lay off a little. I know you're mad at me, but..."[/color] He responded in an attempt to push Jordan's sass off the person next to him. Telling her to stop did not make her stop, but it at least diverted the bull's attention like a red cape--

[color=red]“I get why I have one, but why does Ryan over here get the honor. Or are they participation crystals?”[/color]

[color=3CB371][i][sub]"Christ..."[/sub][/i][/color] Clint muttered. His eyes slowly drifted between the men holding the Black and Red Power Crystals... Recognizing the latter as the guy that tried to save him earlier. Clint wished he could save him in return, but Jordan huffed over to him and smacked him without remorse, causing Clint to flinch. Ahah, Jordan was just as good at chewing people out as ever, her ruthless words and lack of filter on full display as he stared at the scene, unsure if he even had the guts to intervene. 

... Not that he had too, as Karma was swift to bite him in the ass. His eyes widened as Jordan turned on him instead, recoiling slightly as she got closer showing that not only were her words stinging, but for one reason or another these rookies could see he was very clearly afraid of her to an extent, if the attitude wasn't enough reason for him to be. He attempted multiple times to get a word in, but she just kept bashing him over and over, until eventually he fell into a surrendering silence, accepting it with a deep sigh. She wasn't wrong of course, he had fucked up, and he knew it. The repeatedly beating it into his skull thing was helping with that, though he felt angry... Or felt angry that he SHOULD have felt angry. Instead, all he had was guilt. Guilt that caused him to easily be shoved aside, the man thinking about her words. Damn, what had he caused? 

Well, one thing he caused was becoming the team driver, apparently. Not that he was exactly going to reject it and not give anyone a ride, but she really had to put him on the spot like that? He just nodded along, crossing his arms and trying to ignore the rest of the situation at hand. Which was hard, with Charlie also joining in on the shouting. There was [i]one[/i] person flipping out, and making more of a scene here wasn't helping anybody.

Not that he'd mention that. Right now, Clint was really at a loss for words. Jordan had not only left him reeling from the fit she just threw, but hit him hard enough with her words to leave him dead silent. Hell, he knew the extent of what he needed to, but at the same time he realized they needed to get these new people more situated. He'd need to prepare himself, because he'd be a big part of that, at least he assumed. This was a dangerous road ahead, and he had to make sure to protect--

He looked towards Jordan... Feeling a glint in his own eye. No, not just protect. Ensure they could protect themselves, and he'd assist as needed. He couldn't just throw himself around, not after what Jordan said. She hurt him, but, he could feel the intent behind it. He knew she cared, and that just made him feel worse. So when a distraction was brought up, that being to transport the gang to the Command Center, he nodded. 

[color=3CB371]"Yup,"[/color] He spoke, pain shooting through him as he hobbled off towards his truck, trying to smile through his injuries. [color=3CB371]"Just the big chauffeur, let's get everyone that's going and git!"[/color] He added, trying to include some enthusiasm, though was a little saddened that Vallory had her own transportation. Good for her, sure, but she was like, the only person not stressing her out aside from maybe the shorter guy that Clint hadn't had the chance to harass with his hospitality yet. Injured or not, Clint was very insistent on driving, not intending for anyone else here to be behind the wheel of his baby... Especially not Jordan, though she'd take it in a heartbeat. 

At least he'd have some good tunes... If Jordan stopped fucking with his radio for five seconds.

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To say Clint was surprised was an understatement. It didn't take super long for Clint to figure out the situation of where they were going, yet his eyes still didn't believe it. GENESIS headquarters... There were a lot of memories with that name, not many, if any, were positive. Guess in retrospect that's what being a ranger felt like. after the charm wore off? Yet here he was, embracing the power again. In a strange way, he was excited. Maybe it was to strike back in vengeance against Druidon, or just to kick that Basilisk-looking jackass in the face and show him who was boss. Maybe Clint was just needing some violence to supply a bit of therapy for his emotions? He was just reaching at straws, no point in continuing down that path of thinking, instead parking with Charlie's directions as to conceal the vehicle properly.

Following Charlie inside, this place looked like an old barn in the back of his field back home. It needed work, repairs... But they could do something with it, he imagined. And Charlie seemed pretty proud, so he didn't want to squash little sis's thunder on the whole ordeal. [color=3CB371]"Make due with what you're given, right?"[/color] He commented, figuring the space to bit a of a work in progress, yeah, but if they turned it into something cool, then who'd be laughing? ... Who owned this building, now, anyways? Did Charlie? He had a few basic questions, but found himself pretty quiet on the elevator, standing in the corner as if to try and take up the least amount of room he could.

The Control Room was astounding, the basement proving to house a lot of hard work on Charlie's end. As everyone shuffled out, Clint slowly wandered behind the group, poking and pressing things as he passed out of curiosity, as this place looked like the inside of a spaceship, like the damn Enterprise! He mostly controlled himself, trying to not accidentally push a button that'd fire some nuclear warheads Charlie was neglecting to tell them about, or something. Girl had a ton of secrets, and he found himself getting tired either from being hurt, or from just trying to follow everything going on.

As Charlie introduced him and Jordan to the others, he almost lost his composure as she called Jordan lovely. Yeah, in what fucking universe, right? If there was a reality where Jordan was nice, she probably cured goddamn cancer or solved world hunger, or something like that. He held his tongue, however, not wanting to cause more trouble at the moment and instead speaking to the rookies momentarily. [color=3CB371]"Yup, cowboy, that's me. Sorry for bein' short, but... Think I've gotta sit down."[/color] He fell into one of the chairs, that only causing him to ache more. Son of a bitch, it hurt pretty bad, but he ignored it momentarily.

Clint didn't bother speaking up again until Charlie said they could fire questions her way, his simple mind shining through again. "All I gotta know is that Druidon is back. The rest is just backburner stuff until we get those hostages back." He spoke from his seat, an arm across his torso as he flinched from the pain he was feeling. Shit, Jordan wasn't going to let him live this down, but he had no choice but to bring it up. "Actually, I got one. We have any first-aid here? I haven't felt this bad since one of the horses back at the ranch bucked me off my feet." He'd rather be doing that a hundred times than having to cope with the return of their menace... Unfortunately, it seemed like he was all out of bucks and instead was going to be worrying about Druidon until further notice...

As Vallory spoke, he actually decided to speak a little from personal experience. [color=3CB371]"I actually worried about that too, I was a bit smaller the last time I put on mine! They seem to come equipped to fit, part of their weird Powers, I guess. But it works out for us, doesn't it?"[/color]