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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1
  ❧ let's do this.
❧ optional scenario. As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly. Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear. Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly. Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them. Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game!  navigation. |
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The question catches him off guard. And he stutters out an answer. ]
They were- are. Uh. Good. [ Steve doesn’t really know. By the time he came out of the ice they were dead and everything else hurt too much to look into. ]
What’s the last thing you remember, Buck?
/gets the tissues
were.
were.
he wants to stop and shake steve, make him tell him what he means.
but can he take it?
so instead, he carefully stores it away, another rumpled piece shoved into the box in the back of his mind. it's already overflowing, when it cracks open, all hell will break loose. but for now, he answers the question. ]
Don't tell me falling off of moving trains becomes old hat.
[ it was pretty damn memorable to him, though he is frankly shocked he's around to remember it. steve went home. logically, that should mean steve is from the future, yet that's not a leap his mind is any condition to make, despite his acceptance of the reality that steve went home ]
This is killing me so good
He stops walking, turning to face his friend.
How does he even start?
With a deep breath at least. ]
Okay. This is all going to sound impossible, but I promise it’s true.
When I say home...well. Currently it’s the year 2023, for me.
I'm right there with you
2023. god. how is that even possible? that would make steve - 105. does the serum make you immortal? seems like walking around with a bright head skull face is the better deal.
2023. he's been dead, then, for close to 80 years, hasn't he. and that's why things feel off. what is he, in steve's eyes? a ghost?
it all hits him at once; the pain, the loss, the anger - everything he hasn't allowed himself to feel because there was no way to feel it and keep his composure. there's no pressing need demanding his composure, no one shooting at them, trying to catch them, the scene around them is almost obscenely serene when nothing seems right with the world anymore. he grieves for his own life, but that's not too bad - he's here now, after all, living on. does this happen for everyone? he has no way of knowing. but either way, it's a life. his grief for steve, on the other hand, that is overpowering.
he's going to be sick.
his reflexes seem to have remained unaffected; he turns his head to keep steve out of the splash zone as he heaves and hurls what feels like his heart - but in truth isn't very much at all - out onto the ground. ]
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He moves, putting his hand on Bucky’s back and to steady him. Comfort him.
There’s more he needs to say. So much more. And so much worse. But he waits until Bucky gets his bearings back. ]
You didn’t die.
[ Not that that’s any consolation considering what else he’s going to tell him. He wonders if Bucky- the Bucky he just left- ever wishes he did. It’s not something Steve thinks about- he doesn’t let himself. Not usually, but right now it’s a thought that bubbles up when faced with telling his friend about his future. ]
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but then steve keeps talking, and it feels like the ground opens up under his feet again.
you didn't die.
it feels impossible but - hell, he's alive now, isn't he? getting sick should definitely not be a part of the afterlife deal. okay. so he survives the train. and - god he must be so old, but at least steve isn't alone and that's a comfort. he wipes his mouth on his sleeve and straightens up, trying to get himself together. ]
Still got my hair?
[ he could make a hundred jokes, but they all hit too close to home, and his gut feels well and truly punched to a knock out. the one he goes with skirts the line, but still leaves him the space to breathe in. ]
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It’s longer now, down to your shoulders.
[ He wishes he could just leave it there. He’s alive with Steve in the future that’s all he needs to know.
But he can’t and he knows it. ]
There’s more. It’s not...good. If you want to hear it. You don’t have to.
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and then steve keeps talking.
there's more and it's not good. well, that's not particularly surprising. bucky's tempted to choose not to hear it, but he's gotten very good at ignoring temptations. if he didn't, he'd have been home a long time ago. ]
How many times do I gotta tell you you don't have to carry the world on your shoulders alone?
[ he offers his friend a soft, resigned smile. it's not good? well he'll just have to change it, wouldn't he. for all his coming down on steve, he's just as stubborn. ]
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It hits him again how glad he is to see his friend here. ]
Probably at least two or three more times.
[ He clasps Bucky’s shoulder and squeezes. It’s more for Steve’s own benefit, he needs the weight of his friend under his hand to tell this story. ]
We thought you were dead, after you fell. We had no idea how anyone could have survived that. But I didn’t think- Zola’s experiments. That’s what we figured later.
But right after that- we captured Zola and we found the last Hydra base and we went in. Red Skull was escaping and I managed to jump on his plane. We fought, he. Well he picked up the tesseract and vaporized? [ That’s still really unclear. ] but the plane was heading to New York with bombs and the navigation system was shot and the only choice I had was to put in the water. In the Arctic. Everyone assumed I was dead, hell I assumed I was as good as dead.
[ He takes a breath because this is still not easy to talk about. ]
They found me in 2011. Frozen but still alive.
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what to focus on first? zola's experiments are definitely out of the running, there's an ever-present fear that if he allows himself to go back there he'll never find his way back again. he can't imagine his body surviving not just the fall - but the endless trek back to safety through hostile territory in terrible weather conditions. what is he? no, he can't afford to focus on that, either.
what he can focus on, however, is steve. steve making the ultimate sacrifice. sure, it didn't stick, but it doesn't change the years that thought shaves off his life (hell, if he's still kicking in 2023, he can afford them). ]
Jesus, Steve.
[ he pulls steve into a tight hug. nevermind that it was years ago, it's about all he can manage. they really shouldn't be doing this outside, his legs feel like they're about to keel over under him, and he was just as likely to punch steve as he was to hug him. he's proud of him, he always is, always was, but there's always going to be a part of him now that wonders if maybe there was another way - but steve was too lonely, too lost in grief to see it; the man is right in front of him, and he's feeling overrun by the emotion.
how long did it take him to get back? how long did he live, not knowing that steve was gone? how long did he live, knowing it despite it being untrue?
in the back of his mind, a piece of steve's phrasing bugs him we figured, but it's shoved back and never quite crosses through to the conscious mind. ]
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They definitely probably should not have this conversation outside but Steve hadn’t really thought that far ahead. But it’s occurring to him now that sitting is probably how he should deliver the rest of the story. ]
We should probably find some place to sit for the rest of this.
[ Because that was the easy part of the story, the part about himself he could handle. The part he wanted to tell first so Bucky would know why Steve hadn’t looked for him for the 70 years he was under Hydra’s thumb. Why hadn’t come to save him. It was maybe a little selfish, but it also spoke of the guilt he still carried around about it. ]
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he nods. ]
I heard something about living spaces. I'm at Heimdall, whatever the hell that means. [ he didn't pay too much attention, granted, he was dazed and pretty sure he was dead and just picking the soldier's afterlife because that's what he died as. ] You? [ my place or yours? ]
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Let’s head there. [ Put a pause on this conversation until they have more privacy. ]
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Me neither, sounds like we've some work to do.
[ he puts on a smile; it's not quite all there, but he's glad to put a pin in this conversation for a few moments and just enjoy the fact that they're both alive and side by side. ]