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thisavrou2016-10-21 08:27 pm
readytocomply) wrote in thisavrou2016-10-21 08:27 pm
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[It's not the same as before where he'd woken up with a light breeze on his skin causing his too-long hair to dance across his forehead, and the sweet, dry smell of fruit trees. No, it's blue light and too much wind. There's nothing normal about that. The communication device strapped to his hand is cold. Bucky's used to not remembering things, but the long hall and unfamiliar faces tell him something's off. There's a million explanations going through his mind and none of them make any sense except one and he doesn't want to think about that.
Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]
I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.
[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]
His name's Steve.
[There's a brief pause.]
If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.
[The feed cuts off.]
[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]
Bucky goes through the motions. Steels himself while he's checked out. Signs the contract. Lets someone take him to his room and then walks the halls. Now back in his room, he clicks on the MID. His face is half-hidden and voice low. He wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't necessary. He's combed every inch of this goddamn ship and he can't find Steve anywhere.]
I'm looking for someone. Tall. Blond. Loves America.
[It's risky to put it out there. He doesn't know these people and trust isn't something he gives easily. But he needs to find someone he remembers. Someone from Wonderland. Someone from back home. Everything is muddled and this place looks like something his mind has made up.]
His name's Steve.
[There's a brief pause.]
If someone could tell me what the hell's going on here, I'd appreciate it.
[The feed cuts off.]
[ooc: this bucky is a crau from another game. he thinks that he never left his previous game world and that it is during an 'event'. i'm so sorry if he confuses anyone.]
locked;
[ he believes that steve believes what he's said is the given truth. he also believes steve trusts too easily. andyr's also certain that either bucky have the answers he wants, especially if they're the clones he believes they are right now - they're just vessels, with memories programmed in. and if they were sent to him, they're sure as hell not going to have anything in their heads that would be useful to him. anything whatever new company they're dealing with doesn't already want him to know. ]
I don't want answers. I just wanna leave. [ take his people, and go. load them up and put them somewhere safe, somewhere out of reach, until they can figure out how to get back. and god, for all he knows, they're plugged into a VR system somewhere, and this is just the best means to keep them under control while they bleed them out. he doesn't know. that's the point - he doesn't know. ]
The Tonys? [ Yes, he's met them. One of them is okay, the other he just hates. But he's seen them, knows where they came from, had the whole explanation from Tall Stark. Andyr shakes his head, brow furrowing as he answers distractedly. ] Different genetics, different memories. Could be implanted, but that's not cloning, or engineering.