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[The communicator's video function seems to have turned on as the device fell to the floor, as the angle is a bit skewed and the camera is slightly obscured by what appears to be a mixture of sand and straw. A growled breath is heard as Clay, in jeans but no shirt, his hands wrapped but un-gloved, grunts with the effort of hanging a large punching bag from the ceiling in what looks like one of the sparring rooms in Sand Gym.

And then he starts at the new bag. One punch, another, another, the strength of his blows rising has his face twists in a snarl of something like rage. He cries out, or maybe it's more of a roar, as his thundering punches reach a crescendo, and the air around his pounding fists seems to waver like hot asphalt after a rain. The new punching bag is torn open, ripped from its ceiling mount, and flies across the room to explode into it's packing against the wall.

He exhales through clenched teeth and moves to the side wall to get a new bag. He doesn't seem to have noticed the communicator.]

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[Clay is destroying punching bags in a sparring room at Sand Gym anywhere from 6:30pm until closing time. Anyone is free to join him, but he's not the best of company right now...]

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[Airy blinks a few times at her screen before finally replying.]

Hey, Clay? Are you... okay?

[It feels like a stupid question but she has no idea what else to say. He'd been fine the other day when he'd been at work.]

[ savir has visited the gym a few times since his arrival a month ago, and he goes late enough that normally no one is in there to distract him. tonight, however, seems to be different — as he's met with a semi-familiar face wailing on one of the punching bags.

a man he's seen around at tony's before — another member of security, yet one he has never had the chance to speak to. he doesn't even know his name, he realizes as he watches him from the sidelines; his own shirt off and long since tossed aside in the changing room. a jagged scar that looks almost like a hand print mars the left side of his chest. ]

You seem upset. [ THANKS, SAVIR. ]

[Toby watches a sandbag sail past him and slam into the wall.]

Glad that isn't me.

[He looks over at Clay.]

This is about the text... want someone who will punch back?

[He'd been in the midst of hanging a new punching bag when he heard her voice and he looks around for a moment before finding the source of it.]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[The question was posed to himself, or maybe the room at large, before he tromps over to retrieve his device.]

What do you think?

I'm going to go with no...

[She bites her lower lip and wonders if she should just leave it at that.]

What's wrong?

[Clay's latest punch ends without much force, and he freezes, fist against the newly hung bag as he turns to look at the newcomer. His eyes narrow as he takes in the man, rage giving way after a moment to recognition. Well, that cinched it. The universe, hell the multiverse, seemed to have it in for him. Of all the people to show up here, now. It had to be him.

He licks his lips and turns all of his 6'4" frame to face the man.]

Yeah? What was your first clue?

You're not furry enough.

[He moves to the side wall to get another bag, noting off-handedly that he's starting to run low, not that he cares.]

I don't...know what I want, brother.

[Except he does.]

[He flexes his jaw rather than responding immediately. There is no way in hell he's going to explain to Airy of all people what's wrong.]

Nothing, Airy. [It would be more believable if it wasn't spoken through clenched teeth.] Don't worry about it.

[ savir knows a look of anger when he sees one, though he cannot fathom why it would be aimed at him. he cocks his head to the side, confused. for once, the 6'7" savir won't have to look too far down to meet someone's gaze. amazing. ]

The array of destroyed punching bags, if I had to fathom a guess. [ he frowns. ] As well as your glowering. Might I ask what troubles you so that you would aim your aggression in my direction?

Okay, we'll not talk about it...

[She's trying to think how to calm him down.]

Want me to bring you french fries? [That always cheers her up.]

[There's a logical part of Clay's mind that always idles just under the surface, sprouted there during years of training to be present even in high tension circumstances. He was trained to ignore his feelings, to work through a mark, a mission, without question or waver.

But this emotion was one he wasn't prepared for, one he hadn't even asked for, and he didn't even know how to explain, or really have the capacity to wrap his mind around it himself. He didn't have a right to be angry, he had no claim on Crystal, she was free do to whatever with whomever she wished, and yet there was a very large part of Clay who hated that, and that hatred right now had a face. Savir's.

He took a step closer the taller man, cat or otherwise, and narrowed his eyes, his breathing harsh but controlled. His voice was quiet when he spoke, and he did his best not to clench his teeth as he did so.]

You know Crystal.

[He narrows his eyes at the video feed, this time more in confusion than anger.]

French fries? Seriously?

[ savir's ears twitch to further accent his confusion, not fully understanding the correlation between his question and the other man's response. he folds his arms over his chest, on guard, but clearly not planning to fight. ]

I do. What of it?

[Clay shakes his head, clenching his jaw. He shouldn't take his frustration, sexual or otherwise, out on this guy. He doesn't know the situation, he doesn't know him, he doesn't...fuck, why couldn't the world just make sense again?

It used to be simple. He was a monster. All he could do was hurt things, and then there'd been Paris, and that light in Crystal's eyes, and for a brief, shining moment, Clay had thought that maybe he could do more than hurt people in terrible ways.

He'd been wrong. He felt his anger ebbing and he took a long, slow breath, letting it out slowly.]

Nothing. Nothing at all.

It certainly does not seem like nothing. [ he offers with a roll of his shoulders, still clearly baffled by what just happened. ] But I will take your word for it, and pray for the safety of the local punching bags. Unless you prefer a more lively partner. [ so the dude totally looked like he was going to kill him five seconds ago. whatever. ]

[Karla decides to pay a visit to the gym as well to get some practice strokes in with her sword. She spots the man already there, punching a poor bag, and then glances at the ones he's already destroyed.]

Well. Did I come at a bad time?

[Airy looks a little bit nervous.]

Yeah, crispy potatoy goodness. They always cheer me up but since I don't know what's wrong... I might be really off.

[She's going to keep trying though she has a feeling she's going to get Clay annoyed at her in the process.]

Really?

[He looks at the damaged bags on the floor.]

If you didn't know what you wanted then why are you here beating up sand?

[Toby knows his friend better than that. Clay has always kept his cool and never stayed with a single girl. Somethings different and it's clear that his friend can't handle it.]

The hell's up with you?

[ There's only so many things you can say after witnessing what he had with absolutely no context to put to it. All he knew was Clay looked almost mad enough to hulk out.

Also, what was up with his security guys making spectacles of themselves on the network within the last few days? ]

[He shakes his head, gritting his teeth again.]

That'd be great if I needed to be cheered up.

[He takes a slow breath before saying anything else.]

Look. Nobody was supposed to see this, okay?

It doesn't concern you.

[At least not directly. He runs a hand back through his hair, then begins to strip the bindings from his hands. To spite wrapping his knuckles, it's clear they took a beating. He might be able to temporarily enhance his strength with telekinesis, but that doesn't protect him from the force of the blows.]

Look. We have to work together, right?

Because the dick who started this doesn't have anything to do with it.

[He breathes a sigh, taking a seat on one of the as-yet unharmed punching bags currently laying on it's side.]

I hate being confused.

[He looks over to the newcomer. Normally, his idling telepathy would have alerted him to another's presence. Now he's berating himself for not paying closer attention.]

Nobody's usually hear this late. At least...not in here.

[Oh, good. His boss saw, too. This night couldn't get better.]

Just blowin' off steam, Stark.

I know but... I did and I care about you Clay.

[She pauses.]

And not just because you work with me but we're friends.

[You have no say in this Clay]

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