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Video;
[ The video begins with a dark-haired man centered in the middle of the frame. He’s got dark eyes, a precisely cut goatee, and hair that’s a little too styled to be naturally that neat. There isn’t a lot to see beyond his chin, he’s sitting too close to the camera, but what can be seen looks vaguely like a shirt of shiny red metal.
His brow knits almost immediately after the feed starts recording, his expression edging toward disbelief as his lips twist into a mild frown. ]
Look. I get it. In a time of crisis, rationing’s necessary to keep resources moving in the right direction. Perfectly understandable. You guys needed to save your turtle. What responsible citizen wouldn’t do their part for that noble cause?
[ There’s a slight hint f sarcasm creeping into his voice, as though he’s heard the whole turtle spiel already and not only hasn’t been impressed, but also doesn’t really buy it either. Not even after having spent half a day scouring the network for information about what’s really going on here before making this video. ]
But really? Twenty bucks?
[ The low, indistinct murmur of another voice can be heard, though what it’s saying and who it belongs to is anyone’s guess. Whatever it says, it’s enough to make the man roll his eyes. ]
Juulan. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. The point — [ Whether he’s talking to the camera or the unidentified voice is unclear. ] — is that it isn’t enough for a day, let alone the entire bogus adventure.
[ It isn’t so much the way he looks at the camera – his eyes have never left it – but the change of his tone, less querulous and more curious, that indicates that he’s talking to whoever’s on the other end of the console. ]
So really. Turtle propaganda aside. What’s a guy gotta do to get some decent money around here? Sell his organs? Hit the street corners? Scrub barnacles off the bottom of the turtle? What?
His brow knits almost immediately after the feed starts recording, his expression edging toward disbelief as his lips twist into a mild frown. ]
Look. I get it. In a time of crisis, rationing’s necessary to keep resources moving in the right direction. Perfectly understandable. You guys needed to save your turtle. What responsible citizen wouldn’t do their part for that noble cause?
[ There’s a slight hint f sarcasm creeping into his voice, as though he’s heard the whole turtle spiel already and not only hasn’t been impressed, but also doesn’t really buy it either. Not even after having spent half a day scouring the network for information about what’s really going on here before making this video. ]
But really? Twenty bucks?
[ The low, indistinct murmur of another voice can be heard, though what it’s saying and who it belongs to is anyone’s guess. Whatever it says, it’s enough to make the man roll his eyes. ]
Juulan. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. The point — [ Whether he’s talking to the camera or the unidentified voice is unclear. ] — is that it isn’t enough for a day, let alone the entire bogus adventure.
[ It isn’t so much the way he looks at the camera – his eyes have never left it – but the change of his tone, less querulous and more curious, that indicates that he’s talking to whoever’s on the other end of the console. ]
So really. Turtle propaganda aside. What’s a guy gotta do to get some decent money around here? Sell his organs? Hit the street corners? Scrub barnacles off the bottom of the turtle? What?
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Pre-war huh? I know a guy back home I'd introduce you to if I could. Tall, blond, built like Abercrombie and Fitch's dream model. Has a tendency to run around wearing the flag a lot — [ He rolls his eyes. ] — but he's all right once you get past that. You two could reminisce about Spam and... whatever else happened back then.
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Sorry, you're many decades late for that. Though 'tall' wasn't it, back then.
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[He's known Steve here way past long enough to know what kind of information the Avengers were given about each other.]
Known Steve Rogers since he was twelve.
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Bucky. Best friend and partner during the war to the famous Captain America. Am I right?
30% encrypted, because it's gotten to be a habit, by now.
... okay, yeah, not one and only, there's another one here, and potentially a lot more, but yeah. That's me.
Though Steve'n'I go back to way before the war.
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But hey, don't worry. I'm in the Not So One And Only club too.
Is that the status quo around here? Everyone bumping into their alternate dimension selves? Because I gotta tell you, it's getting a little tiring and I've only been here for a day.
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[Quick shrug.]
Some people do. Some people don't. I just don't wanna think just how many versions of me there are. That's all.
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Yeah, okay, I think the world might be in trouble with a dozen of you.
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Though I guess there's not all that much you can about there being a dozen of you. Just hope you don't wind up in the same place at the same time.
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Trust you? Are you even close to serious?
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No. Not at all.
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Well, good. We're on the same page, then.
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[ Not that Bucky doubts which one. But his statement stands. ]