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Who: Bucky Barnes advanced and OPEN
What: Bucky returns from the dead, and maybe saves a few people from collapsing buildings
When: Early-mid April
Where: Around Deerington
Content Warnings: Talk of death, violence, brainwashing, torture, brief mentions touching on suicidal ideation, gross death flu sickness/symptoms. Anything further will be in the subject lines.
[i: got the sniffles, around Deerington, OPEN]
[He died.
He knows that he died, because he remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief in it, of knowing that he couldn't hurt anyone any more. He remembers seeing Steve right up until the blackness swallowed him, a strange echo of his first fall when he kept his eyes fixed on the other man the whole way down.
And now he's not dead.
The relief, the oddly comforting warmth, had lasted right through until he opened his eyes back in Deerington and felt the first shudders of fever run through his body, a stark reminder that he's alive. And he's furious about it. After what he did, what he's capable of, what he might do again... it would have been better for all involved if he had remained dead. He doesn't know what the hell Sodder is thinking in bringing him back, but he is not impressed. He's keeping a very tight hold on that anger, because it's the only barrier between him and the yawning chasm of terror if he lets himself contemplate for even a moment what happened.
Adrenaline drives him to keep moving despite the sickness weighing him down, a need to both make sure he hadn't actually hurt anyone, and keep away from anyone he might hurt in the future. A desire to lay eyes on Elias so he knows where the threat is, to take him out from a distance with a long range weapon every single damn time he revived, and to hide in the deepest bolt-hole he could find to keep from being controlled again.
It makes his movements erratic, not particularly coordinated in where he goes in the town. He just knows he needs to keep moving.
It's just a shame that his body betrays him in this, making him stumble and almost fall into whatever is closest - a building, the ground, another person...]
[ii: shaking all over, around Deerington, OPEN]
[In his desperation to forget what happened, to push it deep into a pit in his mind and refuse to acknowledge it, Bucky is taking ever more reckless risks with his own safety. He's climbing into the wreckage of unstable buildings in search of supplies, digging through rubble to try and help anyone trapped within, and scouring the newly desert landscape to look for anything that will help him bleed off some of this frightened adrenaline.
ooc: If you want your character to be saved from one of the tremors/bad things happening in town, or trapped in a building with Bucky after a quake, or save him from some falling masonry, or even just run into him recklessly digging through broken buildings, this is an open prompt for that. No OOC plotting required, I'll happily follow your lead on exact scenario. Alternatively, you can hit me up by PM or on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://www.plurk.com/favicon.ico)
bibbety for plotting if you prefer.]
advanced and OPENWhat: Bucky returns from the dead, and maybe saves a few people from collapsing buildings
When: Early-mid April
Where: Around Deerington
Content Warnings: Talk of death, violence, brainwashing, torture, brief mentions touching on suicidal ideation, gross death flu sickness/symptoms. Anything further will be in the subject lines.
[i: got the sniffles, around Deerington, OPEN]
[He died.
He knows that he died, because he remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief in it, of knowing that he couldn't hurt anyone any more. He remembers seeing Steve right up until the blackness swallowed him, a strange echo of his first fall when he kept his eyes fixed on the other man the whole way down.
And now he's not dead.
The relief, the oddly comforting warmth, had lasted right through until he opened his eyes back in Deerington and felt the first shudders of fever run through his body, a stark reminder that he's alive. And he's furious about it. After what he did, what he's capable of, what he might do again... it would have been better for all involved if he had remained dead. He doesn't know what the hell Sodder is thinking in bringing him back, but he is not impressed. He's keeping a very tight hold on that anger, because it's the only barrier between him and the yawning chasm of terror if he lets himself contemplate for even a moment what happened.
Adrenaline drives him to keep moving despite the sickness weighing him down, a need to both make sure he hadn't actually hurt anyone, and keep away from anyone he might hurt in the future. A desire to lay eyes on Elias so he knows where the threat is, to take him out from a distance with a long range weapon every single damn time he revived, and to hide in the deepest bolt-hole he could find to keep from being controlled again.
It makes his movements erratic, not particularly coordinated in where he goes in the town. He just knows he needs to keep moving.
It's just a shame that his body betrays him in this, making him stumble and almost fall into whatever is closest - a building, the ground, another person...]
[ii: shaking all over, around Deerington, OPEN]
[In his desperation to forget what happened, to push it deep into a pit in his mind and refuse to acknowledge it, Bucky is taking ever more reckless risks with his own safety. He's climbing into the wreckage of unstable buildings in search of supplies, digging through rubble to try and help anyone trapped within, and scouring the newly desert landscape to look for anything that will help him bleed off some of this frightened adrenaline.
ooc: If you want your character to be saved from one of the tremors/bad things happening in town, or trapped in a building with Bucky after a quake, or save him from some falling masonry, or even just run into him recklessly digging through broken buildings, this is an open prompt for that. No OOC plotting required, I'll happily follow your lead on exact scenario. Alternatively, you can hit me up by PM or on plurk at
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He had a reasonably good guess as to why he couldn't find either of them, but he did it anyways.
He's out on another of those trips when he finally finds Bucky, unsurprisingly looking like death warmed over. That just cements what he had been afraid of, though he doesn't know any of the details. He just runs on over when he sees Bucky collapse against the wall, refraining from grabbing him (that probably wouldn't end well).]
Dude, you're gonna get yourself killed again, and you don't wanna go through a second death here. Trust me.
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It's because of this dizziness that he doesn't even register Fern's approach until the kid speaks to him, and then he basically catapults back up to his feet and away.]
Stay back.
[Hoarse, wary.]
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Hey, hey, hey. You okay? [Her hand presses against his forehead, jerks away just as fast.] God, okay—do you have anyone I can call?
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M'fine.
[Honest.]
I'm sorry I hit you, are you-- did I hurt you?
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ii.
[it's unclear what's more alarming here: the fact James has appeared at all or the fact he's picking through unstable shit. this guy gives him a hard time about being reckless? really??
or is that still all over. that bit of closure was never gotten, so more's the frustration as Manabu hastens over to scold him. he's almost entirely convinced and ready to use his momentum jumping over one of the gaps to try and just clobber the guy, but another tremor hits with such comedic timing, that any swing he takes is moot: the both of these morons are going to wind up tumbling into the basement level of this ruined place and enjoy trying to avoid getting crushed in the process.]
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He's about to turn and try and run, or as close an approximation to a run as he can manage at the moment when his limbs are like jelly, when the ground trembles beneath them both again and sends him sprawling to his knees in an undignified and uncoordinated way.]
Shit.
[It's a quiet mumble as he tries to get back to his feet, eyes fixed on Manabu as if the other man were a viper. But at least there's recognition there now, a human fear that was missing before.]
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And so, he'd been digging through the rubble- because he was sure he heard someone calling for help - when another piece of building slid down blocking his way out of the corner he'd got himself into. He has a small shaft of sunlight from the rubble pile, which he's currently trying to pry apart with his skinny nerd hands. He hears the sound of movement and tries to catch a glimpse of who's out there. ]
Uh hey!! Little help!
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He heard the crumble of masonry and the crack of rubble falling, but it's not until he hears the sound of someone calling for help that he hurries over. Varian may get a glimpse of a very sweaty and pale face, and a set of glassy eyes looking in at him.]
Hey-- it's okay, I'm gonna get you out.
[His brain is thudding, thinking making him nauseous, but he forces himself to focus.]
Are you hurt under there?
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But it seems that she's managed to get lucky with the timing of this one. Because right as she's trying to make her way through town - or what's left of it, anyway - she manages to spot Bucky. The upside is that he definitely doesn't seem to be around Elias this time, but the downside is that she's watching him fall flat on his face onto the ground from a distance.
It makes Ange quickly run over in the direction of the other, squatting down next to the guy. ]
Hey..!
[ She doesn't know if he's still under the influence of Elias or not, but Ange really doesn't care. It's still Bucky, and there's no way he'd just fall over like that without a reason--
A reason that becomes very apparent very quickly as she reaches out try and shake his shoulder a little, but her fingers accidentally brush his cheek on the way there.
His skin is so hot. ]
Are you okay?!
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He knows that voice and he instinctively wants to flee from it, from the knowledge of how badly he had failed her, failed everyone. He can remember her standing in front of him, the way she looked hurt when Elias produced a different name than she had been given, the obvious way she tried to pretend that it didn't cut into her.
He doesn't want to face that.
But he can't seem to make himself move, his limbs feel heavier than lead, and the touch of her fingers is so blissfully cool on his face. He frowns, swallows hard, voice a quiet rasp.]
'm so sorry.
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cw: suicide
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But one thing that hasn't changed...his sense of smell. So when that kind of familiar scent gets to him--although lacking the gross smell of dirty river water--it brings him up short.]
Ben?
[He's nearby, Fox can tell, and he can feel the shape of someone who he assumes is Ben due to how close by they are. But something's wrong with him.]
You still didn't take care of those ribs, did you?
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He's given so many pseudonyms out here, and most of them were to people that he never expected to interact with again, that it's easy to lose track. Still, he might have been on the ball enough to recognise that he was the one being talked to, if it weren't for the fever raging through his system and making every thought feel as though he has to drag it through cement just to get it to form.
It's only when his ribs are mentioned that recognition swims dimly into view. This was-- that guy from the mountain, when they were small.]
My ribs are fine.
[He does his best to remove the hoarseness from his voice. Fox is blind, he remembers that now, so if he can just sound okay then he can probably get away with this. And he desperately wants to get away, being near others sets his teeth on edge now, even ones he didn't see when Elias---]
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i. You're welcome
From the rooftop where he had the benefit of long sight lines, he had seen the other soldier coming. Cue announcing himself by Hail to the Chief sounding off from his Fluid, loud enough that he was certain James could hear but soft enough to not draw attention to their location too much. And don't worry, this song was on full repeat mode, so it would play over and over if he didn't turn it off.
He hopped down from the rooftop and seemed to float a bit before losing a bit of control at the end and landed heavily on his booted feet. He wore a black hooded sweater, black combat fatigues with trendy rips in the knees but no mask so his scarred up face was bared.
"Good day, Mr. President. How may this soldier serve your command?" His tone reflected that he was not at all serious, keeping it extra uptight and sniveling. He dropped the act a moment later. "What or who caught you unawares, hmm?"
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He has no idea who this is at first, having never seen Reaper without his mask on. The smoke tendrils ought to give it away, but he's too feverish to really know whether he's seen them truly, or if they were just a product of the way his vision seems to be greying out at the edges. But then he speaks, and the voice is at least familiar, even if the words are fucking nonsense.
It takes him a long few seconds of blank staring before realisation of what's going on sinks through the fog that's laid over his brain at the moment.
"...guess you're feeling better then." It's a quiet sort of grumble, though he is actually pleased to see the other man whole again. Besides, griping about the dumb jab at his name is a hell of a lot easier than answering the other question.
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However, most of it happened before he was born, and the tremors are something he did not expect. The ground cracks beneath him and he has to scramble up what remains of a wall to the rooftop and then leap across to the next building as the other one falls into rubble. As horrifying as it all is, he moves naturally, and without fear.
Then as he catches his breath, he notices someone else who also managed to escape the destruction. He gives them a nod, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that they are strangers. But, in Lev's mind, all Sleepers are connected by the fact that they are sleepers.]
There might be people inside. We should help.
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The voice catches him by surprise, he hadn't realised anyone else was there. Sloppy. Unforgiveable, he ought to be much more in tune to his surroundings than that, and illness was no excuse.]
...yeah, you're probably right.
[He hadn't thought about it, most places are abandoned these days, but this stranger is right. Others could be caught within.]
I didn't hear anyone, but I guess that doesn't mean anything.
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ii. :)b
Holy shit, I'm alive!!
[HE IS UNKILLABLE.
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But also, his legs are very stuck.
We'll worry about this later.]
:D
He had thought he was the only one in that building when it fell, and so he's really not expecting a yelling idiot to pop up like a daisy only a few feet from him while he's catching his breath. It makes him visibly jump, and then have to hold very still for a few minutes to keep from losing what little he has in his stomach.]
Alive is good.
[It's a quiet rasp when he has hold of himself, picking closer over the debris.]
But are you hurt?
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i. and one spider-dude
Geez, Bucky; here I thought you were more graceful on your feet.
[Yes, there's a weirdo in a full-bodied red suit with a spider symbol on the chest, balancing what seems to be impossibly on the tippy top of a light post with his arms resting across his knees. He hasn't quite noticed the ill look, but he is... at least aware that Bucky had went home.
The question is — what does this one remember?]
you're spoiling me!
He does not like that. He feels something grasp him by the back of his jacket and haul him upright, and he's immediately spinning to prepare for an attack. Only... there's nobody there. And, added on top of that, spinning so fast has made his vision spin in a dizzying fashion, and he's really having to fight to keep the contents of his stomach down.
Which is why he might be forgiven for not noticing the garishly dressed superhero perched on a light post, at least until said superhero speaks to him. And knows his name. Fucking fantastic.]
You've got me confused with someone else.
[This is sure to work, right?]
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I ( finally i get to tag bucky )
but he knows that guy. not well. they haven't sat down and had coffee but scott knows who he is and he stares for a minute before he realizes that oh, he's not doing well.
frowning, scott starts over, reaching a hand out but not touching. )
Hey man, you okay? ( he'd almost gone headfirst into that bench there. ) Last I checked, you weren't a gymnast or anything and shouldn't go flipping over things like that.
yesssssss
Just lost my footing is all.
[No big deal, people trip all the time, he's not sick at all.]
But thanks.
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cw: vomit
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spying someone digging through the rubble and seemingly finding more rubble than ground, wanda wonders for a moment if she should walk away or help. she should walk away. her type of help is one that hurts people… but he's there, by himself, and the rubble is stronger than any man. it might help him get on his way if he's someone who's capable of helping those who are hurt. they need him more than the building's broken bits.
stepping a little closer to it until she's standing on a piece of debris that's stable, wanda steadies herself and holds her hands out. the rubble glows a bright red, the feeling of it gentle. she tries to help alleviate some of the strain and strength of it to help pull it up for him; it begins to float, gently pulling itself away from his hands and in front of him like a layer being peeled back. ]
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But then he sees her and the glow is surrounding her hands too, which makes it a pretty damn good bet that she has something to do with it. Thankfully he's seen enough magic here by now to not immediately jump to a possible attack, but he still tenses, wary and cautious.]
--thanks.
[He supposes she was trying to help, right?]
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"Luke."
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"...you're friendly with him."
He doesn't think he needs to state which 'him' he means, the one that she congenially chatted to about books while he trailed them blankly.
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from a certain someone with a metal arm, but that doesn't stop her from checking to see who might need help after the town messed things up.She slows to a stop when she spots Bucky in the distance, unsure if it's better to just turn around or acknowledge him. It's not the first time something like this has happened to her because of him, but she never blames him for it. Hell, she knows from first hand experience now what it's like to not be in control of yourself.]
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Oh.
He sees her, and for a moment he thinks he's fallen asleep again and he's seeing the images of the people he hurt, the people he could have killed. Guilt spasms across his expression, a bone deep sorrow in his eyes, but all he does is watch her. She should have the opportunity to walk away, to pretend she hasn't seen him, he owes her that much at least.]
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cw: slight suicidal ideation
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[Martin hears someone shifting rubble up above him, and he calls out in desperation. He's not sure how long he's been pinned in place by rocks fallen all around the door frame he'd managed to get himself to when the shaking started, but it's been a while, and there's one chunk of building over his lower half that's been there long enough that everything below his waist is going numb.]
I'm here! Please!
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He's no longer afraid of Martin, the last vestiges of that had drained away with his revival, with the surety that the other man really wasn't the spider-infested version of himself that Bucky had killed. But the price for that surety had come in the form of seeing Martin's visceral reaction to him being controlled, and he sure as hell doesn't want to face anyone who has seen him like that. Not now, not ever.]
...alright, I hear you.
[It's a low call back, because no matter his personal preferences, he's sure as hell not about to leave someone pinned under rubble. And Martin, for all that Bucky doesn't want to talk to him, is a good man. He doesn't deserve to be punished for what's happened.]
Are you hurt?
[He lifts a few more pieces of rubble to one side so that he can look down and see Martin, framed by the bright sunlight behind him.]
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Easy!
[ And then once she's sure he isn't going down to the ground face-first: ]
Simon, no offense, but you're heavier than you look.
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...sorry. You can let go now, I'm okay.
[He's not, but he will keep his feet if it damn well kills him.]
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ii - dated to 4/20
That's how he sees him again. Working through rubble on the outskirts of town, knowing nobody is in this particular building but maybe there's food or water or something when he spots him. Steve stares a moment, caught and breathless.
He moves before Bucky can flee, too scared of losing him again.
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Of all the people, Steve is the one he fears the most to see. Guilt over what happened wars viciously with the remaining embers of anger at what the idiot had done in the laboratory, and fear that the Soldier is much closer to the surface than he had ever thought. But Steve has obviously seen him, and he's not dumb enough to think that he can run at the moment, not when he's already made that mistake a few times and been punished for it with dizziness and vomiting.
So he just straightens up and watches Steve approach, visible wariness in his posture. He's aware that he looks a mess right now, face scraped to hell and back thanks to the marauders in town, and pale from the death flu. Not exactly the idea circumstances to be having this confrontation.
"...Steve."
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