thecapitol | Twenty five, don't recall a time I felt this alive (open)

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Twenty five, don't recall a time I felt this alive (open)

Who| MCU!Bucky Barnes and YOU
What| Bucky's back in the Capitol and dealing with things
Where| Anywhere around the Tribute Center, specify the location of your choice
When| After arena 12 goes boom
Warnings/Notes| The usual with this guy

Waking up was easier this time.

Maybe it's because he'd accepted and waited for death to come rather than fighting against it as he had before, with the same resignation and understanding of what was going to happen that had made it easier to go into the ice when his missions were done. He can count it as a bonus that waking up in a warm bed was far more pleasant than from the cryostasis tank.

Bucky gets up calmly but still with the feeling something is wrong, more than just how weak his limbs feel again after living a month with his full strength back. A feeling that persists as he heads for the shower first, then irritably shaves off the beard he always wakes up with and is coming to loathe, discovering at the same time that the brand has now gone from his cheek. Venturing into the kitchen area yields leftover casserole from the fridge which he wolfs down quickly before heading out of District 1 with Toro the tribble safely in his pocket. He needs to see his friends, check for himself that they're still here and make sure no more of them have vanished like the first Widow did.

He goes down to District 9 first, then down to the common area to start working his way upwards, choosing to take the stairs rather than the elevator as he moves through the training and district levels before finally emerging up onto the roof. There he habitually heads for his favourite spot to try and let the cold winter air blow out the still persistent cobwebs in his head.

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"Kicked shit early! TOOK MY HORNS OFF THE CAPITOL UP AND DID WHAT GOT ME AT FOR A SPLITTING NUGBONE," He laughs at his own joke. "Fastest I ever died is what."

He watches Bucky get on through that round of contemplation, and he nods along to the answer. Easier. He doesn't ask how Bucky died. No one hardly ever asks how anyone else died. It was on the screens, and when it wasn't, motherfuckers just opted to keep that shit to themselves, seemed like. Even as it was all accepted they would die and have all done so.

An easier death sounds nice. "SHIT, BRO, THAT'S AS GOOD NEWS AS TO THE HEARDUCTS MINE. If death ain't even come carnival bound, nice to hear as there still be some peace what to be had, yeah?" He thinks could be possible, if he stopped dying so messily or by whatever ill feelings was to be about. Maybe next time. "GUESSING AS SOMEONE GOT BEING WITH?"

"That's unfortunate." his eyes go higher to Initate's horns, stood tall on his head. Initiate might be the tallest being that Bucky's ever met, come to think of it. "Did it hurt when they did that?"

They would have had to cut them off to get Initate inside the spacesuit, he realises. Of course they would do that rather than adapt a helmet to his needs, that's the Gamemaker's all over.

Bucky nods, "I knew what was coming this time." as soon as the countdown started he'd known it. "I had a--" there's just a brief pause over the word this time, "friend with me."

He reaches up, way up, to the narrow bits. He taps it with his fingers and claws. "Here's all hardened keratin, where it gets being yellow. WOULDN'T GROW BACK IF IT GOT BROKE, SO STILL A SORT MOTHERFUCKING UNPLEASENT, BUT NOT PAINFUL NONE."

His hand goes down, touching the hornbeds around the tines. Where the horns are yellow at the ends, they get brighter orange down closer to his skull. "Bases got being softer. IT'S FRESH. And up ins be the motherfucking nerves and bloodflow. ALL GET RECEPTION PSYCHIC BY IT. Can feel if as they's getting touched too. KINDA MAKES LIKE YOUR WHOLE WORLD GETS HAND TINTED IF YOU COVER IT. You snap that shit, you be lucky not to bleed the fuck out. WORSE THAN BONE BREAK, IF YOU ASK ME." Horns don't grow back like teeth do or bones heal. He can't lie; he's grateful for this. Especially since he's actually being real fond of his horns. Just like his shitty Da's was being.

"They knocked this brother out firstlike. DIDN'T FEEL WHAT GOT DONE. Only felt the after. GUESS AS IT MAKES SENSE. If motherfuckers got dying out in space, horns getting an exposing on would've gone to freeze or burn this brother right the fuck up in the nugbone as where they get connecting to." Another small and merciful miracle, he supposes. They could have left him concious. They'd done so before...

"BUT SHIT, BRO, YOUR BIT SOUNDS ALL SORTS OF GOOD AS TO HEAR. I mean, it ain't no fun dying on someone or having someone die up on you, but if it got being of peace, that shit's legit. CLOSE FRIEND, I'M GUESSING AT?"

"I'm sorry." he says, with genuine sympathy to what Initiate had suffered at the Capitols hands. Bucky knows something about being knocked and waking up to find your body modified without your consent. At least in Initiate's case he got back what was taken in the end.

That probably counts as some comfort, he thinks, though the crime remains in memory. At least Bucky would like to think that it does.

The last question bears some thinking before Bucky gives confirmation, "I think he is... I met him before the arena, properly." Trying to kill someone didn't count as a proper introduction. "He's been trying to help me since we met."

"At for the motherfucking plus, now you know how all to stop a troll what's meaning to cull you," He says, half joking. While he never went for horns his ownself, he wasn't all against taking the low blow to survive. He knew well what gill tasted like afterall.

But he takes the expression of symapthy. Especially when it's being coming at from Bucky, what ain't got the luck he's had.

There's a cord of familiarity what gets struck there. Especially on the words been trying to help. "YEAH? What's his name?"

Bucky is going to remember that, the way he remembers all things, especially on how to take down an enemy. Not that he's met a troll yet who he'd consider so, not even the one he'd killed in the mall arena harboured any ill will towards him (actually that was the troll he'd discovered had won this time around).

He sticks his right hand in his pocket to stroke his thumb over the soft fur of the tribble nestled there.

"Sam Wilson. Do you know him?" Sam was good at talking to people and making friends, Bucky wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

There weren't many trolls here he would say required it, no. A strange thing in itself. His kind was made up of killers, betrayers, those what would stop for motherfucking nothing as all to create the most destruction possible. He'd know. He was the best of trolls, once. Now they were all traitors to the empire, cullbait, or both.

"HAD A FEELING AT YOU'D SAY IT WAS HIM," He says, a fond note in his voice. "Yeah, I know him." He laughs and shakes his head at his ownself. He wonders if they're from the same world. So many humans come from different places, different times. Not impossible but certainly not the most likely.

"MOTHERFUCKER'S BEEN MAKING SAMELIKE ON AT TO ME. Guessing as he knows our type." Soldiers. "GOOD NINJA WHAT TO GET TALK AT TO."

"He's good at that." Bucky agrees, with a small spark of amusement at the thought. Sam had gotten him to talk within weeks of knowing each other, inserting himself into Bucky's life so easily that now he knew he wouldn't want to be without the man as a friend.

Sam helped, the same as any of them, all the people he knew here helped. Reminding him that he wasn't just someone's weapon anymore. That included Initiate.

"Have you seen him yet?"

Not just soldiers by similarity, the two of them. Harsh things what got broken and twisted up. Beyond repair, but apparently not so- not when all what was a change in time and world and people.

"Ain't seen him out yet, naw. BUT HE'S HERE. They'd have cleared out his room. JUST MISSED HIM IS ALL FOR ME. We share district."

Not as though that would've kept him from looking through the other districts for empty rooms. He's lost so many that way, with nothing but empty to let him know they're gone, giving way to being emptier. Districts were hardly with heed by him otherwise.

"I'm glad to hear that."

Bucky remembers that Sam had been afraid, he'd been facing death for the first time and Bucky had tried to reassure him he would wake up again. He wouldn't want to have been made out to be a liar by the Capitol.

He's glad that he hasn't lost another friend. Which reminds him...

"Do you know Thor?"

The first time was always hard. He'd gone out of his way reassuring Sam his ownself. Not all unlike giving into rest.

He'd run into Thor too, giving less reassurance so much as a faint plea. One he knew couldn't truly be heeded by will and choice alone. They needed luck, and Thor, apparently, hadn't had it.

His brow furrows and his eyes close. "I DO," He answers. Thor was a soldier, like he and Bucky. This was a war. Natural courses being... "He helped me when at I was tongue cut. MADE ASSISTING DONE BY THIS MOTHERFUCKER TIMES SEVERAL. He's my friend."

No past tense. Thor could've been Avoxed. That wasn't meaning dead. They didn't know yet.

"Have you seen him since the end of the arena?" Bucky asks after nodding to the response. "I've been told he's missing."

Bruce had asked him to try and look for Thor, Darcy had been in tears over it. His own alarm would have been incentive enough without those people also being disturbed by the news.

Thor could be gone or he could be being tortured, Avox'd, anything.

He sighs, eyes closing. He gives a shake of his head.

Nothing. There'd been no sign of Thor up at all. It was worrying. He half hoped Capitol might just come out with it already, terrible or not, so that he can stop wondering. But that thought passes and everytime it leaves him feeling ill.

"THEY'D TAKE HIS THINGS IF HE WAS GONE OR..." He frowns, not quite able to get the word out in that phrasing. Quieter, he adds, "I know the way down at to Avox quarters, but I ain't yet made myself to check."

Bucky thinks about that for a moment before hissing under his breath, "Shit."

He needs to go and check Thor's quarters if he can. It shouldn't be too hard to get into District 2, Jet lives there as well, it's not amiss for Bucky to be visiting even if Thor is gone. He could also ask his friend there if he knew anything as well.

Initiate has his interest at the Avox quarters. If Thor is still here but being punished then that's a natural place for him to end up. Bucky speaks quietly in reply, "Tributes aren't supposed to go there, are they?" not that it would stop him entirely but it would prompt more caution in his approach. He also would prefer Initiate not get himself into a dangerous position either.

He shakes his head. "NO. They ain't." Though... He wasn't all Tribute. Not anymore. In any case, they could sneak down, he's certain. Two laughsassins? They could do it.

"THERE'S A DOOR ON DOWNWAYS. Big enough at for their vehicular storage machines. MOTHERFUCKERS ONLY GET UP IN THAT BY DELIVERY OR RETRIEVAL. Deliverance on of goods and new motherfucking servants. RETRIEVAL UP ON THEM WHAT NEED RECONDITIONING OR RELOCATION." That would be an issue. Lot of Avoxes got being rented. He was conditioned to serve multiple masters. If Thor elsewhere, or even just not finished his conditioning, they'd still be left up in the dark.

"There be risk without sure knowing, but no one what's there otherwise will be about disclosures done by our presence."

"I should check his room first, to see if his things have been taken."

He's memorising this information though, filing it away to be used, or not used, later on. Bucky's confident in himself and in Initiate as well if the troll believes they could sneak down into the Avox quarters. They would certainly need to move quickly to avoid any trouble.

"Depending on what I find I may ask for your help." Avoxes were hired out, he hadn't exactly been aware of that and now he is it adds a new tangled problem to the issue. He's irritated by it, at the Capitol, at Thor for doing whatever it was he had attempted to do. Bucky knew all about cages and how to live in them but that wasn't true for everyone, it hadn't been true for Thor, evidently.

He'd check the room first, then decide if it was worth the risk going down depending on what he found. Just being able to report back that Thor wasn't gone in entirety would be something though.

"AIGHT," He says, with another nod. Best to check the room first. See if as he's still alive, then what could be of and off that. People came back from Avoxing, even if they didn't come back the same none.

He prays that Thor's things are all still there.

The weight doesn't lift. It holds him down and grinds his bones. Someone should know. He owes that to him, when all they was friends, right? "I, um..." He rubs at his arm, looking down. "WHEN WE WAS IN THE ARENA, I HAD MY POWER. Chucklevoodoo, all my knowing of fear. IT LETS AT ME TO FEEL WHAT OTHERS BE FEELING AT, SEE UPON THEIR WOES MOST DIRE." He's seen a lot of fear, been exposed to it in oceans worth. But he still worries for saying what he does.

"I saw and felt what things as he was hiding. DIDN'T KNOW CERTAIN. But I didn't think to..." He didn't stop him. He didn't try, not like he had with Signless, and Courfeyrac. And now this. "I'M SORRY."

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Bucky is ready to take his leave and go investigate Thor's room when the Initiate speaks up again. The troll's tone immediately gives him pause, as does the uncomfortable body language that he is displaying. Whatever he's about to say he's nervous, but why?

He tries to understand the explanation and he does, for the most part. A power that allows him to know fear, the things that people are afraid of, he thinks that's what he means. Almost instantly a wave of foreboding rises up inside Bucky as he focuses his gaze up at Initiate's face.

"I don't understand..." he says, voicing dropping lower, "Thor, you could tell what he was going to do?"

His teeth poke holes in the black of his bottom lip. His eyes close and he nods. "I couldn't tell no detail. NOT A TELEPATH FULL. But I knew he was doing on something." He looks, awaiting reprimand.

"SAW FIRE. Saw what all would happen if at it went wrong. DON'T THINK IT'D HAVE BEEN QUITE SO CLEAN AS IT BEING WAS." He's a troll, not exactly sensitive to the descriptors of death and how dying in explosion wouldn't be seen as 'clean' by others. That, and he's died similarly before, making him more casual about in relativity.

"Made him promise a return, I all did." Promises what couldn't necessarily be kept, but it had seemed right at the time.

Bucky is silent, not out of meaning to make the Initiate wait but because he's wrapped in his head as he thinks over this information. The troll is expecting Bucky to be angry with him over the fact and he... he is, but he doesn't think it's directed at Initiate.

"It's not your fault. He did what he did." he says, the anger at Thor for not cluing the rest of them into the plan is there. Did he think they would try to stop him? Bucky wouldn't but perhaps Steve or Bruce or someone else might have. "He made the choice."

To what end that choice led had yet to be seen.

He wants to ask; Did we motherfucking get anything of this choice? Did anything good come of it? So at fucking least if the worst is to be t ain't for nothing? Each little question is kept quiet. None of it is being shit what all he can speak here.

Some part snaps that he could've stopped him. He could've tried to convince otherwise. But he knows that's not true. Not if his mind was already made. He couldn't have stopped him no more than he could've stopped Signless from walking to the jut and burning for it.

He nods, dropping his eyes down.

It's after a pause, he says, "JUST NEEDS TO COME BACK. So long as he does, we can deal with different." They would know.

Bucky questions the same thing, he's not sure anything came of the attempt to destroy the arena except failure and, probably, punishment. It shouldn't have happened at all.

"I'll see you soon." he steps away from the friends side, heading for the elevator to go and face the truth of Thor's fate.

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