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victory_road2020-05-31 06:09 pm
worthallthis) wrote in victory_road2020-05-31 06:09 pm
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Confused Soldier Seeking Work (OTA Catch-all)
Who: Bucky Barnes AKA the Winter Soldier, and OPEN
Where: New Bark Town, Route 29, and Cherry Grove
When: May 31 through June 5 or so, first leg of the journey
Summary: A new breeder gets his bearings and is very confused by... everything
Rating: PG-13 at least, he kinda swears a lot
I. "Mom"? - Closed to Entrapta
It takes everything in him not to punch the woman who shoves things at him and pushes him out the door. While the whole "mom" thing and the house were all unfamiliar (Some kind of new handler? Some twisted way to try and win me back? Did they catch me again?), being outfitted and sent out on a mission isn't. And he doesn't want it.
The only things that keep him from doing it is the fact that there are no guns for this mission, and the white furry thing pressed to his leg. She's... comforting. He has no idea what she is, but he's pretty sure she's not going to hurt him, or let him be hurt. There aren't cute, white, furry animals in HYDRA.
So he's shooed out the front door, which closes and locks soundly behind him, and he has no idea what his mission is supposed to be, and-- there's a woman on the lawn in front of him tugging on her own long hair. He stares in consternation for a long moment, the plates of the arm shifting and buzzing.
II. The Tiniest Town
"Ma'am. You. I. Can't take that."
"Don't be silly, someone needs to take care of him, and you look perfect for the job."
"But I--"
"No buts! He's my last one, and I can't be toting him around all summer. Here, his name is Fuzzlebutt."
So the Winter Soldier can be seen prowling around New Bark Town with an Absol padding at his side, and a very tiny Skitty clinging to his shoulder with all four sets of claws and chewing on the collar of his tac vest. He's looking vaguely bewildered and a little nervous-- the Soldier, not the Skitty. The Skitty looks bitey.
He spends the whole day systematically mapping out the town, and then at a campfire just outside once the sun sets, reading through the shit in the two books he's been sent off with. The Skitty (Fuzzlebutt, Christ, what kind of a name even is that? ... Probably not much worse than Winter Soldier. Or. Fucking Bucky.) is curled up on his (black) backpack, and the Absol is sprawled against his leg while he tries to figure out how in the hell this place works.
And try to wrap his brain around the idea of no handlers.
III. On the Road
There's no work in New Bark Town. And there's a crazy lady claiming to be his mother. Got to get well away from that. (Even if the meal she made was pretty good.) The Soldier has no real idea what kind of work he could even do when he's not allowed any guns or knives or anything (Don't want to do that again. I'm done. I'm done. But. What else do I even know how to do?) but he knows there's none of it in that town. So, on the road it is. The map claims there's a bigger town to the west, and he knows how to make camp and scrounge for food, so off he goes.
With two animals who say a single word each-- pokemon, according to the device and the books, and everyone back in New Bark; weird name, but he's uses to just accepting things even if they're weird-- alternately bounding around him investigating things or begging for rides. He'll sigh and carry the pokemon in question whenever they do, though, so anyone passing by or lying in wait for new trainers and breeders will have a nice view of a big guy in tactical gear, carrying a furry pokemon in the crook of one arm.
IV. Capturing is Not Like Cryo
Running into wild pokemon is... an experience. He's read about catching them. That you're supposed to use the little red balls. That you're supposed to have plenty of them for battles (Hell no am I making these cute things fight if I don't have to. Even if Fuzzlebutt seems to want to.) and for breeding (Which is supposedly the mission, now.), so he's supposed to catch them.
He's not entirely sure what's supposed to happen, but the first time the Absol swats down a Starly that had been dive-bombing his head and he actually throws the little ball at it and it disappears inside-- well. Anybody with him, or just nearby, gets to enjoy watching him have a small panic attack while he tries to get the creature back out again.
"No no I'm sorry I'll get you out I'm sorry it's okay--"
He is never doing that again.
V. Too Cutesy to be Real
Cherry Grove is... pretty. Cute, even. Calm and quiet. And hopefully nobody deciding they need to fight his small furry friends, Jesus Christ. There's no way he's wasting money on the inn, either, so he'll just camp out on the beach. Eat at the cheapest restaurant he can find. Quietly and only somewhat guiltily "borrow" a steak knife that immediately makes him feel more at ease, hidden safely in a pocket where no one can see it, wrapped in a scrap of leather like a makeshift sheath. (Not gonna use it. It's just... just in case.)
Thus secretly armed and feeling a little less like every pair of eyes on him is a threat, it's time to explore the town and watch the people, see if there's work for an (ex-)assassin and a couple of furballs, and maybe move on if there isn't.
He even feels just barely safe enough to come up to someone and ask, haltingly and without any eye contact, "Excuse me. Is there. Work here?"
Where: New Bark Town, Route 29, and Cherry Grove
When: May 31 through June 5 or so, first leg of the journey
Summary: A new breeder gets his bearings and is very confused by... everything
Rating: PG-13 at least, he kinda swears a lot
I. "Mom"? - Closed to Entrapta
It takes everything in him not to punch the woman who shoves things at him and pushes him out the door. While the whole "mom" thing and the house were all unfamiliar (Some kind of new handler? Some twisted way to try and win me back? Did they catch me again?), being outfitted and sent out on a mission isn't. And he doesn't want it.
The only things that keep him from doing it is the fact that there are no guns for this mission, and the white furry thing pressed to his leg. She's... comforting. He has no idea what she is, but he's pretty sure she's not going to hurt him, or let him be hurt. There aren't cute, white, furry animals in HYDRA.
So he's shooed out the front door, which closes and locks soundly behind him, and he has no idea what his mission is supposed to be, and-- there's a woman on the lawn in front of him tugging on her own long hair. He stares in consternation for a long moment, the plates of the arm shifting and buzzing.
II. The Tiniest Town
"Ma'am. You. I. Can't take that."
"Don't be silly, someone needs to take care of him, and you look perfect for the job."
"But I--"
"No buts! He's my last one, and I can't be toting him around all summer. Here, his name is Fuzzlebutt."
So the Winter Soldier can be seen prowling around New Bark Town with an Absol padding at his side, and a very tiny Skitty clinging to his shoulder with all four sets of claws and chewing on the collar of his tac vest. He's looking vaguely bewildered and a little nervous-- the Soldier, not the Skitty. The Skitty looks bitey.
He spends the whole day systematically mapping out the town, and then at a campfire just outside once the sun sets, reading through the shit in the two books he's been sent off with. The Skitty (Fuzzlebutt, Christ, what kind of a name even is that? ... Probably not much worse than Winter Soldier. Or. Fucking Bucky.) is curled up on his (black) backpack, and the Absol is sprawled against his leg while he tries to figure out how in the hell this place works.
And try to wrap his brain around the idea of no handlers.
III. On the Road
There's no work in New Bark Town. And there's a crazy lady claiming to be his mother. Got to get well away from that. (Even if the meal she made was pretty good.) The Soldier has no real idea what kind of work he could even do when he's not allowed any guns or knives or anything (Don't want to do that again. I'm done. I'm done. But. What else do I even know how to do?) but he knows there's none of it in that town. So, on the road it is. The map claims there's a bigger town to the west, and he knows how to make camp and scrounge for food, so off he goes.
With two animals who say a single word each-- pokemon, according to the device and the books, and everyone back in New Bark; weird name, but he's uses to just accepting things even if they're weird-- alternately bounding around him investigating things or begging for rides. He'll sigh and carry the pokemon in question whenever they do, though, so anyone passing by or lying in wait for new trainers and breeders will have a nice view of a big guy in tactical gear, carrying a furry pokemon in the crook of one arm.
IV. Capturing is Not Like Cryo
Running into wild pokemon is... an experience. He's read about catching them. That you're supposed to use the little red balls. That you're supposed to have plenty of them for battles (Hell no am I making these cute things fight if I don't have to. Even if Fuzzlebutt seems to want to.) and for breeding (Which is supposedly the mission, now.), so he's supposed to catch them.
He's not entirely sure what's supposed to happen, but the first time the Absol swats down a Starly that had been dive-bombing his head and he actually throws the little ball at it and it disappears inside-- well. Anybody with him, or just nearby, gets to enjoy watching him have a small panic attack while he tries to get the creature back out again.
"No no I'm sorry I'll get you out I'm sorry it's okay--"
He is never doing that again.
V. Too Cutesy to be Real
Cherry Grove is... pretty. Cute, even. Calm and quiet. And hopefully nobody deciding they need to fight his small furry friends, Jesus Christ. There's no way he's wasting money on the inn, either, so he'll just camp out on the beach. Eat at the cheapest restaurant he can find. Quietly and only somewhat guiltily "borrow" a steak knife that immediately makes him feel more at ease, hidden safely in a pocket where no one can see it, wrapped in a scrap of leather like a makeshift sheath. (Not gonna use it. It's just... just in case.)
Thus secretly armed and feeling a little less like every pair of eyes on him is a threat, it's time to explore the town and watch the people, see if there's work for an (ex-)assassin and a couple of furballs, and maybe move on if there isn't.
He even feels just barely safe enough to come up to someone and ask, haltingly and without any eye contact, "Excuse me. Is there. Work here?"