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farsickness2020-04-01 09:35 pm
ostavil) wrote in farsickness2020-04-01 09:35 pm
001. Longing
WHO: Bucky Barnes & You
WHEN: 1 April
WHAT: Arriving
WHERE: Edge of the forest, Gazin
WARNINGS: An Intro thread, which is its own warning.
the forest
Plenty of things have prepared Bucky for situations like this. Both in the war and later, as HYDRA's asset, he'd been dropped into the middle of the woods and given little more than his own innate sense of direction and the stars overhead to guide him to his target or back to civilization, whichever the case may be. These woods, though, shouldn't be here.
He's been running. He's good at running. He's been running for a year, maybe more, but the land beneath his boots now isn't the land he's used to. He'd been weaving his way through city streets the last time and now he's here with a chunk of memory blank in between. Had he been conditioned? He tries to remember if he'd been activated, racks his brain to see if there's any target he'd taken out or any mission he'd accomplished, and he comes up with nothing. It's disconcerting. At least when he's under, he remembers everything even if he wishes he hadn't. The not knowing sometimes is worse the bloody memories he carries along with him of murders he'd committed as a hostage in his own mind.
He picks a direction and starts walking, deciding to stick with it until he comes out into some sort of field. Forests end, eventually, and he's good enough in the woods to survive a long hike. He keeps his tread soft and when a branch snaps, he goes stock still and slowly turns his head to see if he's been spotted.
gazin
It's a long walk until civilization but Bucky eventually finds it in the form of a small village that seems like it's been lifted from some sort of fairy tale. There's no internet, no phones, no electricity but there's what seems like a bar that has food and drink. He's aware he has literally nothing to trade with and nothing of value but he goes to the bar anyway and asks the barkeep if he can trade labor for food; he's got the strength to do anything the man wants but he's going to need food if he's going to be capable of doing it. It's a good enough prospect, apparently, because a few minutes later Bucky has dark beer and some sort of meat pie in front of him.
He's picked a table sort of in the back and while he can't hide in the shadows completely, he's far enough back that no one is behind him and he can see the door and the rest of the room from where he is. He doesn't have a knife and the food had only come with a stubby one. Bucky pockets it anyway, choosing a weapon over no weapon.
He doesn't have a glove to cover his left hand and he tries to obscure it, tries to keep candlelight from glinting on the bright metal.
WHEN: 1 April
WHAT: Arriving
WHERE: Edge of the forest, Gazin
WARNINGS: An Intro thread, which is its own warning.
the forest
Plenty of things have prepared Bucky for situations like this. Both in the war and later, as HYDRA's asset, he'd been dropped into the middle of the woods and given little more than his own innate sense of direction and the stars overhead to guide him to his target or back to civilization, whichever the case may be. These woods, though, shouldn't be here.
He's been running. He's good at running. He's been running for a year, maybe more, but the land beneath his boots now isn't the land he's used to. He'd been weaving his way through city streets the last time and now he's here with a chunk of memory blank in between. Had he been conditioned? He tries to remember if he'd been activated, racks his brain to see if there's any target he'd taken out or any mission he'd accomplished, and he comes up with nothing. It's disconcerting. At least when he's under, he remembers everything even if he wishes he hadn't. The not knowing sometimes is worse the bloody memories he carries along with him of murders he'd committed as a hostage in his own mind.
He picks a direction and starts walking, deciding to stick with it until he comes out into some sort of field. Forests end, eventually, and he's good enough in the woods to survive a long hike. He keeps his tread soft and when a branch snaps, he goes stock still and slowly turns his head to see if he's been spotted.
gazin
It's a long walk until civilization but Bucky eventually finds it in the form of a small village that seems like it's been lifted from some sort of fairy tale. There's no internet, no phones, no electricity but there's what seems like a bar that has food and drink. He's aware he has literally nothing to trade with and nothing of value but he goes to the bar anyway and asks the barkeep if he can trade labor for food; he's got the strength to do anything the man wants but he's going to need food if he's going to be capable of doing it. It's a good enough prospect, apparently, because a few minutes later Bucky has dark beer and some sort of meat pie in front of him.
He's picked a table sort of in the back and while he can't hide in the shadows completely, he's far enough back that no one is behind him and he can see the door and the rest of the room from where he is. He doesn't have a knife and the food had only come with a stubby one. Bucky pockets it anyway, choosing a weapon over no weapon.
He doesn't have a glove to cover his left hand and he tries to obscure it, tries to keep candlelight from glinting on the bright metal.
Gazin.
It would be hard to miss how the stranger tries to keep his left hand out of the light, and just as hard to miss the glint of metal when he doesn’t quite manage it. Some sort of prosthetic? Not that it matters, it would stand out just a touch no matter what it was, here. In a world more like her home than she suspects his is. It’s an easy enough fix, however, and she ducks out as quickly as she came in.
Returning a few minutes later, she wends her way over to his table and tosses a pair of gloves on it. “I had to guess at the fit,” she warns. “But I think I managed to get it close enough.” She’s always been able to guess at what would fit someone at not much more than a glance.
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"Thank you," he says, mouth flashing a ghost of a smile before falling back into a much more serious line. "I get too much attention when people can see it and my shirtsleeve wouldn't have hidden it forever.
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So the gloves are the least she can do. “We’re all a bit... behind the curve when it comes to the ins and outs of this world. Undue attention on top of learning the lay of the land is rarely conducive to anything good.”
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Bucky isn't normally much of a talker but it's unfortunately necessary in this situation. He needs to know what kind of people are here, who are threats and who are bystanders, and he really needs to get a chance to survey this place and make a map of his own.
I am SO SORRY for the lateness on this.
She indicates the seat across from him with a tilt of her head. “May I?”
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"Where I come from isn't anything like this. This is...what my world was like centuries ago."
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“It isn’t?” She asks curiously, beginning to sketch out the beginnings of a map for him. “It’s closer to my world that I’ve seen in... a while. Mine has more magic, I think. And more dragons, potentially, although I’m not necessarily counting them out after what I’ve heard tell about being in the forest.” And what she’s seen, for that matter. “But very similar in technology and atmosphere.”
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Bucky's still trying to learn about the modern world too, more or less. He hasn't had a chance to catch up with the times since he's been in and out of cryo and he's been through a crash course the last few years.
"Less dragons there too. I've never seen a dragon in my world."