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"JACK DAVIS"
"FRED MONROE"
"SHIRTLESS MAN ON 005"
"MISS C4 2015"



James Buchanan Barnes

[ text ★ voice ★ video ★ action ]

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[widowing]

so how about that drink?

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[lostsoldier]

wouldn't miss it.

think we can find a bar with any ice left?

text, backdated to 1/7 because I'm a scrub;

[2leftfeet]

Still alive?

[lostsoldier]

Mostly.

You?

[darkart]

[ 'The Winter Soldier is due for a brain scan' is, among other things, something Severus thinks of when he sets about contacting this one; not that muggles with anger issues are particularly concerning, but Merlin only knows how cooperative he's going to be.

Still. He's going to go through everyone. ]

I'd like to speak to you about the reconnaissance mission.

[ No introduction or context. If Jack Davis is as dangerous as all that, Severus assumes he'll have kept plenty of tabs on people operating in his general sphere of activity. ]

[lostsoldier]

[ He does, and on Charles's acquaintances in particular some few cycles ago. Xenogen. 'Wizard.' This number's place on Shepard's roster is the most immediately relevant detail, however, and all told, he's not one to make a point of it, nor complain about skipping the usual exchange of introductions.

There is a delay before his response, but not long. ]

what about it?

[debts]

I hate being sick. My name is Natasha Romanoff. Once, I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

Two truths and a lie. (I'm bored.)

[lostsoldier]

i didn't know you'd been to reno.

i hate being sick, too. i've slept 3 hours of the last 72. i know who killed jfk.

voice.

[adhesion]

Hey. Heeey.

[ --comes a groggy voice that is probably not anyone the soldier knows personally. It's muzzily friendly. ]

Hey do you, uhh. They're making soup, I think, I'll bring you soup. Or medication, you know, but chicken noodle soup sounds awesome to me.

text;

[lostsoldier]

[ ...??

...

...soup tho. ]


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019 >> 040

( misfire )

[mindtricks]

The missing word was chocolate.

[lostsoldier]

[ –? ]

is that the only one?

[alsohawkeye]

[ Kate's knock on his door is the side of her booted foot whacked against it twice in quick succession, and then she waits.

From the shoulders up she's more or less the same as ever, or at least the same as ever lately since it seems like it's been months since she wasn't pale and hollow-cheeked, eyes set in dark smudges. The t-shirt is a little less fitted than she prefers, but the sweatpants are definitely not her usual choice except for quick trips across the hall. They make more sense when you see her hands, hanging at her sides like zombie limbs. Not quite useless yet, since she's holding a pair of gloves clasped between thumb and palm, but one wonders how long ago she tied on those boots.

She's got two bags, small-ish duffles, straps criss-crossing her chest. ] Ready to go when you are, minus hand-things.

[lostsoldier]

[ There aren't many people who knock with their shoes, so that at least tells him who's knocking, and he opens the door quick enough. He looks like hell, but then they all do, and his is mostly visible in the hazy red of his eyes and the clamminess of his skin. Somewhere along the line he'd managed to get his jump suit on and just hadn't taken it off again. There are makeshift bandages wrapped around his right arm down to the fingers, which he holds close to his torso. None of it smells real great.

But then, he doesn't imagine she minds. The once-over he gives her is quick and composed, even if it lingers half a beat too long on her hands. That's not great, either. Not as bad as it could be, though. (Or as bad as it will be.) ]

Come on in. I've got some tape.

[ He takes a step back and aside. The room looks surprisingly lived-in, considering its resident — at least, unless you look close enough to notice the resident it reflects is not him. Somebody military-tidy but real and human lived here once, and the soldier has just taken up residence in the shell they left behind, stashed weapons in the vents and hung black jump suits in the closet. There's a jug of water and a pile of cans and a roll of duct tape on the table. ]

Which bag are the knives in? [ From Arima, he means. ]

[mindtricks]

[ she feels awful, but in comparison to a lot of the people aboard, she feels just fine. ( she can feel their sickness and pain pressing in on her, but forces herself not to focus on it. ) given that she feels comparatively fine, given that she's still functional, she's making rounds, checking up on people, that kind of thing.

no one's asked her to check up on him, the initiative for that's all her own. so she's knocking on his door and then settling against the wall next to it, because any moment that she doesn't have to carry the entire weight of her own body is a blessing. ]

[lostsoldier]

[ For a few bleary moments he's not sure where he is — or who he is, whether there was a sound or what the sound meant, how he's meant to respond, until like gear teeth the pattern of expected reactions slots into place. He's in there, but it takes a minute.

When the door finally does slide open, he doesn't look much clearer. Still red-eyed, unfocused, and with his hair sticking up on the left and some kind of red marks across that side of his cheek, an alternating hash-mark tread — not unlike the one on the floor at their feet, in fact. He plants a metal shoulder against the door frame like it's the only thing keeping him upright and squints at her in the light. ]

Hey.

[ It's dry-throated, somewhere between a croak and a whisper. ]

backdated to nov 6, and you're under no obligation to respond

[50000volts]

Hey, so. I just wanted to say that if I get shot out an airlock today, my biggest regret is that I'll never see your abs again.

[ That cannot possibly be her biggest regret. But it is probably up there. ]

what's that, easy spammy text rp while i procrastinate from real tags

[lostsoldier]

who's shooting you out an airlock?

Approx. Transcript: Charlotte Daniau, Jump 39

[lostsoldier]

Passenger: I know that we all saved you.
Charlotte Daniau: [ tense, afraid, pulls a butter knife defensively ] What are you going to do?
Passenger: Nothing. I just want answers.
Charlotte Daniau: I don’t have them. [ frustrated ] I don’t know how or why. I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want you to put me back. [ fearful ] I can’t go back.
Passenger: I don’t want to send you back. How would we do that? Why would we send you back?
Charlotte Daniau: He said only you could now. That they couldn’t.
Passenger: Davis? Did he say why?
Charlotte Daniau: That you’d gotten out of control. That the shadow had let it happen. Been distracted. [ seems distracted herself, shaking her head ] He said you were meant to be in already. I shouldn’t have happened at all.
Passenger: In where?
Charlotte Daniau: I don’t know. [ leans on counter, unsteady, drops knife ]
Passenger: Charlotte? [ moves closer ]
Charlotte Daniau: You’ve been there. You’ve seen it. [ pushes passenger away ] It’s seen you.
Passenger: The white room.
Charlotte Daniau: [ she pushes away and vomits ]

march 29 / in-between monster fighting

[mindtricks]

status report?

[ mostly, she's sent texts asking how people are; this boils down to the same thing ]

[technologist]

[ literally the only reason you aren't getting shit rn is because you're in a coma, ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS BUDDY ]

text;

[vdova]

natasha romanoff
you're fond of her?

text;

[lostsoldier]

[ "fond", eh. too bad there are countless people on this ship with prim english diction, intimate knowledge of his past, and a penchant for unrepentant meddling— oh wait. ]

xavier?

[alsohawkeye]

During the jump, I dreamed the shadow came to my pod. It has hands. It is incredibly angry. Did you see it, too?

[lostsoldier]

sure did

we must be doing something right

[text]

[ryuuzaki]

I've reached J?

[text]

[lostsoldier]

you have
ryuuzaki, right?
what can I do for you?