tushanshu | Entries tagged with † james buchanan barnes

[Console, whatever. Sure she got the run down on the thing but Mai's pretty much been ignoring it for the past day. She hasn't even bothered to really look on the network itself even if she has no intention of making an entry to it.

Now she's bothering though, mainly because she just wants to ask:]

So explain this war business to me again. Or at least try to convince me why I should care. Because right now? I really can't find much inside to say I should.

definingfuture

Well someone here has completely dropped the ball. I know there are at least a few people around who are rich and Earth-savvy enough to get everyone presents for the month. Maybe celebrate the break from so much cold or the coming of good fortune or something like that. We could use a celebration right about now.

At the very least, I'll try to do my part. [Tony gives the network a winning smile and holds up a small, strange-looking flower playfully. It almost makes the next part sound more like a joke than any real offer.] I've got a few too many of these, so if anyone would like to take them off my hands, I'll be happy to give you a discount.

And if you're available, Miss Frost, I'd love to spend some quality time with you. If your schedule will allow it, of course.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm personally missing my chocolate.

[He even winks at the feed before disconnecting.]

( Private messages locked to Annabeth Chase, Arthur Curry, Shockwave, and Kyle Rayner )

definingfuture

[Tony starts out sitting in front of the console. He's a little slow to start up what he wants to say-there's an awkward pause beforehand like he's just sizing them up through the video itself.]

So, I've been busy lately. And I've gotten a little distracted by other things, but-

[Something catches in his throat and cuts him off. Tony clears his throat and tries to look casual and calm. He's distracted and maybe in need of some sleep, with his attention wandering from the feed, but he's not going to drop the flippant tone. Especially not now.]

But apparently there have been some strange disappearances lately, and those people might actually still be around.

[He seems to want to say more, but his heart isn't in it. Maybe he should be offering to try to help those semi-disappeared people. Probably. Unfortunately he can't make himself do that.]

That's not what I want to talk about. I need... [Don't finish that, Stark.]

I need someone who knows how to take care of flowers. Horticulture isn't my thing and I have some and I have to make sure they, they don't die, so if you have any advice, I could use it. That or animal counselors. I'm sure those exist out there somewhere.

[ooc: cw for mentions of child deaths and violent arguing.]

ifiwin

[Amusement is the best way to describe it, and perhaps that's because he's feeling a bit toned down after his arrival, something akin to jet-lag. The gears aren't turning as quickly as they usually are but in all honesty, they won't take too long to kickstart again. Lacking in rounded mental stability though, it's likely for the best that it's at the beginning of his arrival that he makes the choice to sit down in front of the console in one of the cafe's and do a little one-on-one with the rest of the populace. He's bruised on one side of his face and there is a bit of dried blood under his nose but he doesn't seem bothered.]

So this must be the social network of the lost and forgotten, the purgatory attendees, those once still living and those brought back to life like semi-intelligent zombies.

[Feet propped up on the table that the station was sat upon, he leaned back in the chair and gave a small role of his shoulders before crossing his arms, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he continued on, his voice calm and steady, because if anything for a kid, Gary is good at lying, good a putting on face--and this is one he wears often.] I guess we start with what really matters. Is it fight or flight? Individual people who feel that are the all knowing, self-important members of society spurring the group onwards or good old fashioned team work all around?

If you can't follow--the question is; what are the rules of the playing field around here? Are we split up into teams or is everyone going for the cliched one-big-happy family sort of deal? If it's the latter don't bother explaining, it'll just make this place immediately uninspiring.

definingfuture

Well, that was fun.

[Tony's actually in high spirits, although those who know him will notice that his smile has a slight edge to it. He sounds more pointed than he has before too, but that could just be enthusiasm. Someone with a really good read on Tony Stark will recognize it as something more pensive.]

So the lesson here is to remember the rules our mommies taught us and never say bad words. Good to know. While I'm on rules, I want to say hi to the newer kids. Hi. Remember your off-world emergency procedures and don't touch anything that looks like trouble. Good? Okay.

I'm sure most of you knew this was coming. If you didn't, I'm disappointed in you. We've got some business to discuss and I'm calling this a high priority. Sorry, but you'll have to cancel your dates. I'll make it up to you later.

Avengers, assemble.

[Those who recognize the call don't really need emphasis. He looks expectantly through the video feed and assumes they get the message. Otherwise, the less commotion that is made, the better off they are as a whole. Or, you know, everyone else can pipe in at any time. He's not even feigning a lock on his message at the moment. Public announcements are a competitive sport now.]

Metal Sector.

[That's all as he cuts out. He assumes that they'll figure out how to find him.]

agentx13

[ Sharon's voice cuts in, sounding calm but brisk. Yet underneath is a hint of worry, of concern. She doesn't waste time getting to the point. ]

This is Sharon Carter. I'm looking for Steve Rogers, the one from my universe. If anyone has seen him, could they get in touch and tell me where and when.

Thank you.

[ She ends the feed as abruptly as she began. If Steve heard that, he should be in touch soon. If he doesn't respond, she'll just... have to find him.

And hope that, if he isn't here, that he's alive again. She wouldn't be able to bear it if he were dead. Again. ]

witchnotwarlock

[A kid with black hair and a sheepish grin takes off a silver headband, running his fingers through disheveled hair.]

That ride... how about that ride? I’ve never ridden on a cart like that before. I hope that’s not the normal way to get around here? I never thought I’d miss the subway, I mean, I know we can’t have one here, and I think the turtle would agree.

[He laughs, looking around.] You know, this place is the perfect setting for a fantasy video game. You can have the good guys grow up in the poorer part of the city, and they have to fight off a great evil that threatens to kill the turtle, so they literally need to save the world. You could have your mage come from the richer district, and she defects from her family to help the hero out, and they gather friends along the way who fight in your party, and they discover new things, and...

I would play a game like that. I would read a comic book series that was like that, that would be awesome... please let there be comic books here. I hope there are comic books here.

purpledaggers

This is… interesting. It is not often that you see a home computer that is literally mounted into the wall. Are they afraid that someone is going to try to steal their technology? To reveal their secrets? If they are willing to go through such extreme lengths, it is doubtful that removing the technology from the wall will yield any worthwhile results. [He proceeds to rub his chin a little] Ah, excuse my manners. My name is T’Challa, a new arrival.

After looking briefly through the network, I see a few names that I recognize. Perhaps you have heard of me as well.

[Encryption; 20% Unhackable]
In Wakanda there is a saying that perseverance builds character.

[And under this one he is going to make another encryption. And so on and so forth.]

[Encryption; 50% Unhackable]
It is a virtue both men and women alike should share.

[Encryption; 60% Unhackable]
As a race that seeks to improve, it is what is needed to advance ourselves through hardships.

[Encryption; 70% Unhackable]
And it is said that sometimes those who endure even through the toughest of hardships will be remade a new like diamonds.

[Encryption; 80% Unhackable]
To reap the best rewards that life has to offer them.

[Encryption; 90% Unhackable]
And sometimes the rewards are few if none at all.

beganwithamask

[The video is coming from a console cafe in the Wood Sector, as is per usual with Bucky, who never posts from where he actually lives, and he's looking... well, a bit worse for the wear. He's pretty banged up, like he's gone several rounds in the boxing ring. Several small cuts are covered with band-aids, and his wrist is visible, clumsily self-set and wrapped up. Other than that, it's hard to see the actual extent of his injuries, as most of the bruising is under his shirt (the plain white t-shirt with his regular Army uniform, he's not in costume).]

So, powers are coming back, hurray for us. Now, turtle, let's play a game of 'recommend Bucky a good doctor because holy smokes, his ribs sure do hurt'. Feel like I went ten rounds with Master Man. [He starts to laugh, but it just turns into a grimace and a subtly mouthed 'ow', curling an arm protectively over said ribs.] No housecalls, I come to you.

[He takes a deep breath through his nose and fixes the slight, patented Bucky smile back on his face, shoving the pain his broken ribs aside for the moment (it's not the first time this has happened).] That said, people I know, lemme know how you're doin'. And folks I don't know, feel free to check in too for my curiosity's sake.

By the way, how'd all those investigations go? Did anyone find anything interesting they wanna share with the class? [Can't hurt, he figures. Worst case scenario is no one tells him anything.]

[Encrypted to Tony Stark (616), 45%]
Hey, mind if I swing by?

littlecousin

[Nita has been uncharacteristically absent from, well, everything lately, because she's been curled up on the couch having an identity crisis. But now she's on the network! She looks fine, if disgruntled. Unusually for her, she's posting from a console cafe, in Fire Sector if the view behind her is anything to go by.]

Uh. Can someone come get me? I can't navigate on the ground.

[Yeah, she managed to wander, on foot, as far from her apartment as it's possible to be and still be in Keeliai, and she's finally given up on finding her own way home because everything looks the same. Good job, Nita.]

hugmagnet

[Carol is seated calmly in front of the console in her suite, long hair braided and pulled over her shoulder, dressed casually in a t-shirt, her chin resting in her hand]

So no powers. Kinda sucks, I guess, but what're you gonna do? At least there's not a dinosaur chasing me this time. [She shrugs, casually, as if she's not at all bothered by the loss of her powers. She is bothered, of course, but she has other skills to defend herself with. Military and martial arts training can't be taken away from you like superpowers can be]

Anyway, the real point of this is that I'm curious. How many of our previously powered population [Alliteration!] actually know how to fight without their powers? Because apparently we're here to fight something and we have no idea how long this no powers thing is gonna last. Just, you know, for reference. And if you don't know how to fight powerless, would you be willing to learn? Actually, how many of our always unpowered population know how to fight? That's probably important. [She just kind of assumes a lot of people without powers would know how to defend themselves. That's how it works in her experience] I know someone else offered to teach and I probably could too.

Just a thought.

urbanmagic

[Magic being flooey? Not a problem. Okay, it is, but she figures it'll right itself sooner or later, preferably sooner. The problem was it was draining her fast, and when she can't control her own magic, well...]

I don't suppose anyone knows where I can find an army of rabbits? [Because her room? Is kind of having a carrot bonanza behind her. Probably enough to last her a long time if she ate nothing but the darned things. Not that she can normally conjure then, but side-effects were a pain if they happened without her consent. At least it's stopped now, and she's thinking trying anything else that's magical is a big n o until this resolves itself.]

Alternatively, anyone needs more vitamin orange in their diet? I mean, I'm all for a healthy living, but I rather like being more flesh than yellow. I can trade them for whatever, it's cool. [And yes, she will be nibbling one of those carrots as if this was normal.] I bet they'd go well in your dinner plans.

I'll figure out how to transport it later.

agentx13

[ Sharon takes a breath as she studies the feed before speaking. ] My name is Sharon Carter. SHIELD Agent 13.

They've explained to me that it's pointless to try and return home. [ Her brow furrows at that. Time may have stopped back home, but that doesn't mean anything to her. She hasn't stopped working since she brought Steve back from the dead. To think that she might now be cooling her jets as a part of some in-between near-death experience... Damn train. It must have blown up or something. But she should bitch about it to herself later. Back to the matter at hand. ]

I suppose I might as well get to know some of you, seeing as I don't know how long I'll be here.

Not every day I ride a giant turtle in the sunset.

[ She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. Her tone turns wry. ]

And I thought today was going to be weird.

subject223

[ The video turns on to a view of a man’s face, and those observant enough to notice nitpicky details might realize that this is a man who’s familiar with and comfortable using strange bits of technology. There’s no fear in his eyes, no outward confusion or panic. He looks calm and in control, and when he speaks, he sounds like it, too. ]

Hello. My name’s Steve Rogers and I just recently arrived from a city called New York. I was debriefed about the situation and I wanted to offer my help to anyone who needs it.

[ He pauses for a moment as he collects his thoughts. These days, it’s not often that he goes somewhere that people aren’t at least slightly familiar with who he is. Providing a brief resume is a somewhat novel experience. ]

I’ve been a soldier for a long time, but I’m also good with my hands. Construction, farming, hunting, good old-fashioned heavy lifting, I can help with that. I can speak a number of languages, too, if anyone needs translations done. I know I’m new, but I want to pull my weight. So if you know anyone who might need a hand with something, let me know.

[ Offering a faint smile, he gives the camera a short nod. ]

Thanks for your time.

definingfuture

[So here's a guy smiling more than he should be. He looks downright cheerful about the whole alternate world between life and death bit, but looking cheerful is easier than people say it is. His expression is giving off the best "let's be friends" message that he's got.]

I think I hit my head. Which is kind of bad, because I can't afford to have hit my head right now. I was working on things.

Hey, anybody want to play a game? It's called "the last thing I remember". Anyone? I'll go first.

I was just about to finish a late night coffee and watching a fuzzy video with a fuzzy memory that probably means things are not going to end well very soon. The thing about that? If things were going to go bad this soon I would know about it. So that means I didn't just have an aneurysm that dropped my, uh, soul into this period fantasy. Is there a door? There has to be a door. Or maybe not. I admit soul transference isn't really my area.

[He pauses to let all of that settle before he seems to come to a conclusion.]

This can't be good for space-time.

doesthemath

[Wanda learned years ago how to hide her true feelings behind a calm, almost bored expression. She knew how to control her body language to seem relaxed when she wasn't, and how to rely on subtle nuances of tone to get her point across. So it's not difficult to hide the anxiousness and tension she feels in her Water sector suite. She's separated from her brother, really separated, for the first time in her life, and also from the team she's come to trust and rely on. In some ways, she even considered them her friends.

Lips pursed, she flips on the console in her suite and leans back in her chair, by all appearances entirely unruffled by her current circumstances. Dressed in her Ultimates uniform, she crosses one leg over the other and periodically takes sips from the glass of water in her hand.

Those familiar with her alternate universe counterpart might notice a striking resemblance to the Scarlet Witch they know. Though she's at least ten years younger, her hair darker and straighter, and her uniform entirely different, her face and bearing are remarkably similar.]

As it seems highly unlikely that our hosts have provided full and completely honest details about our situation here, I'd appreciate any insight you all may have, or information they may have neglected to to give me during their orientation.

[After a brief pause she continues, though the words are completely foreign to Wanda.]

It also appears to be required that I find work as well. Unless anyone's spoken to a man by the name of Fury recently, recommendations as to where I might begin looking would also be welcome.

[She ends the transmission without offering her name or listing any of her affiliations save that of Nick Fury. Those who know her will contact her, she's certain, and perhaps those familiar with Fury will as well. Anyone else she has no intention of enlightening any more than is absolutely necessary. Not until she gets a better impression of the climate of the city and the other foreigners living in it.]

hugmagnet

[Carol is seated in front of her console, in civvies. Actually, sitting might be the wrong term. She's more floating a few inches above her chair, legs crossed. She does this sometimes without thinking when she's sitting. She looks mostly unbothered by this whole thing. A little frustrated maybe but at most it seems to be a minor inconvenience]

So. Alternate universes are a bitch, huh? Or whatever you'd classify this as. You would think whatever bigger power it is you believe in would have decided by now that this has happened to me enough but I guess not. Oh well, what can you do? [Said oh so casually like she has just seen way too much of of this shit. Which she has. Weird happenings are sort of a thing in her life ]

Anyway, alternate universe craziness aside, my name's Carol. Nice to meet you guys. Under the circumstances and all. I'm sure you hear stuff like this a lot but let's just get this out of the way first: What's the progress on not being here anymore?

And while I'm asking things, how many people here are from Earth? Better yet, who here has heard of the Avengers, the X Men or Captain America? Or who knows anything about superheroes at all, even if it's not any of the things I just mentioned? Let's just say I want to know for my own reference.

[She'd also like to see just how many people ended up here from her world. Or a world similar to hers. Having more superheroes around never hurt. She pauses and glances off to the side, looking at something intensely for a minute as if considering something very important before turning back to the console]

Unrelated but can the fires around here actually burn things? Just, you know, curious.

faceofthe4

[There's a pause before Johnny's face appears on the screen, bent over to press the buttons. Once he confirms that the screen is on, he straightens and makes sure he's in frame, wearing very basic clothes.]

Aw, Reed. You shouldn't have! It's a little small, but I admit, I like what you've done with the place.

[He waits a beat, as if Reed might actually respond.]

There are two obvious possibilities for why I'm here. One, the Emperor is a crazed fan who abducted me to find out if The Torch is really as hot as they say he is – I am, by the way – or, two, I'm actually dead, they're lying to me, and I have a motorcycle and a pile of women waiting for me somewhere.

[A split-second pause.] I'll tell you what. If it's the first option? You can come find me. If it's the second, let me know and I'll come find you. Until then? This Fire Sector is like home, sweet home.

Johnny out.

flamingshortshorts

[He knows that he maybe shouldn't do this, but he can't help it. There's been so much tension and stress from the way the kedan have been acting and Bucky's stone apartment getting cracks and mold that Bucky was freaking out over--not to mention the fact that finding jobs was a lot harder now...

So Toro had taken a day and gone onto the mainland. It had been...maybe he could call it fun. And the awesome thing he found there had definitely been worth it. And Bucky wouldn't be home for a few more hours, and he had to share it with somebody. So here he is, grinning like a fool on the computer-radio-thing in his own little suite in Wood Sector.]

Phew, I was thinking a trip to the city would be a bust, but they have some pretty cool stuff there if you know where to look. And at least there the people aren't a step away from throwing stones at you...probably. [A little awkward laugh there.] Seems like a lot of people have some rough patches they're going through, but there's gotta be something good going on to think about, right?

Like how flaming hot the souvenirs can be off the mainland! See? [He holds up what looks to be a rather nondescript sword, sharp, sturdy, dark handle. Just a double-edge sword with a longer hilt.] I actually found a sword that look pretty cool to stick on the wall. Like they put up above the fireplaces in old castles and stuff. Not the kind of thing that you can just pick up in a China shop back home. Almost felt like I should have been pulling it from a stone. [He holds it easily in hand, then swings it around on his wrist to switch his grip. He's not that great with a blade, but he's pretty good at juggling--

--that is until the sword catches fire and he almost drops the thing in surprise.] When I said flaming I didn't mean that. And I swear it wasn't my--uh--criminy--now how do you turn this thing off?

[And he'll have to get off of there, sorry, he has to make sure the flaming sword doesn't set his tree house on fire. Bucky is going to kill him.]

liugan

[ clink ]

[ clink ]

[ clink-- POP ]

... there we are.

[ /ahem. ]

While I understand completely the feeling of inherent laziness that no doubt consumes those of shofter life spans, ironically enough, it simply boggles the mind that so much time and effort goes into the process of skinning, slicing, and preserving simple fruits far more easily obtained from a tree.

I doubt this is even a real peach.

[ there's something to be said about all the added sugar, though. It's like peach soup. ]

Of course, the obvious lack of bountiful orchards in the immediate vicinity is to be blamed currently, but one wonders where the fruits come from if not a garden or orchard nearby.

[ clink-- POP. Sigh. ]

Hm. Money that would've been far better spent on a book.

-- should anyone suffer from a sudden brain injury as a result of an errant can of carrots, you've my most sincere apologies.

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