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[deadthenred]

Who: Bucky Barnes(deadthenred) & various
What: Bucky catches up with old friends and acquaintances.
When: During the month of September, after the new kids get into town.
Where: Various.
Warning(s): Mentions of mind control, torture, violence, probably.



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[deadthenred]

I am.

[ It isn't a defiant statement, or defensive. He's got different ideas about what it means to be a patriot than he did when he was twenty, sure, but he still wants things. For him and for his country.

But then, pitched a little lower, he adds: ]

It wasn't my idea.

[shashka]

I see.

[ he's looking at the other man's face, searching for a hidden story in what he isn't saying. still, when he talks, Ocelot knows exactly what he is referring to.

after all, manipulating the minds of others had always been his specialty. ]

Doesn't surprise me. We can be very persuasive when we want to be.

[ and truthfully, it sounds like he was "lucky", in a certain sense of the word. he still had his mind, his original personality. not everyone was so fortunate. and he'll say as much. ]

Looks like it didn't take.

[deadthenred]

Not for a while, no.

[ It's been years, at this point, since he got out. As out as you can get, anyway— not many spies ever really leave the cold. Sometimes the cold won't leave them. ]

I had a good friend.

[shashka]

[ his lips quirk into a smile. ]

Must've been some friend.

[ really, the fact his mind was completely intact was something else entirely. not that it was impossible with the right conditioning, but in his experience, near total destruction was what it really took for a new personality to take.

(it was almost a shame he couldn't outright ask about which methods were used.) ]

What was it that got you out?

[ a bold question, but he's curious, all right? ]

[deadthenred]

[ Bucky raises an eyebrow, just one. He wonders if this was a bad idea, talking here, asking these questions, and what good'll come of answering. But he's never folded easy, so what the hell. ]

The Cosmic Cube. It's a reality warping device. [ A simplification, but it'll have to do. What the Cube really is, is a curse. ] The Nazis were obsessed with it.

It could've made me forget, too. [ He thinks of Kobik, but that's a story he won't be telling. ]