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bucky with the good hair ([personal profile] deadthenred) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-09-27 06:16 pm

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Who: Annie Walker ([personal profile] smithsonian) & Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] deadthenred)
What: Rise of the Ryders quest.
When: Late September.
Where: Somewhere slummy in Wyver.
Warning(s): Possible violence?

[ The first time he was here, Bucky joined the Olympian Royal Guard, because it was the first place to ask. He'd been less skeptical of his orders, back in those days, more unblinkingly loyal. Less inclined to asking questions. This time around, he has more doubts. For one, the Natha were gone, the space station in shambles. And on the ground things weren't much better. Bucky wanted to get a better look at Wyver and he wanted to do what he could to help the people in the aftermath of the apparent disaster. So he took Heryn up on her quest to try and root out the old guard turned bad. And if he can get a better idea of what is really going on, well, so much the better.

He tracks down one of Rasyc’s old followers to an underground gambling house outside of the city proper, hidden in an abandoned warehouse. Bucky's there to scope out the scene— see who comes in and out, maybe get a few more leads before shutting the place down. But the first person he sees isn't one of Rasyc’s men. It's a vaguely familiar blonde. ]


Hey. [ He says, approaching her, not a little confused. ] You're… Annie, right?

[ The "what are you doing here?" question goes unsaid. At least for a moment. ]
smithsonian: (Oh... well)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-11-25 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Annie laughs and tries to explain.]

I know, he's asleep. But it's not that. [She takes a drink from her glass before going on.] I met him on a beach in Sri Lanka. I didn't know what he did for a living and I was there after doing a humanitarian trip in South Ossetia. We were together three weeks and then I woke up one morning and he was gone.

[Her smile widens.] I'd spent fifty bucks on a bar tab he'd said he pay back and then he just. Disappeared. [Eh.] Or so I thought.

I get what you're saying, though. Don't hold on to the little things.
smithsonian: (Grief - at a loss - pain)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-12-01 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[If the point can be verbalized, Annie's not any more certain of how to do it, but the lesson is there all the same.

The look she gives him isn't pitying, but something else. Understanding, maybe.]


I can't imagine what that was like. For you or for her. [A pause.] I'm sorry.
smithsonian: (Alcohol)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-12-02 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
He was kind of a dick. [She shrugs.] We are who we are, right?

[Taking another swallow from her drink, she nods at him.] What about here? How're things going for you here?
smithsonian: (Relaxing)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-12-06 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It makes you wonder what else they aren't telling us. [She looks at him over the top of her glass.] Have you done any exploring? Seen how far out we can go?
smithsonian: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-12-09 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
A long view. [Her curiosity shows and she leans forward.] How're you planning on doing that?
smithsonian: (Default)

[personal profile] smithsonian 2018-12-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Watching him, Annie has to wonder how many people have doubts about the Storm.]

I wonder... has anyone tried to see just how many pods are in the station? If we're talking worlds upon worlds, it'd be endless, right? It just doesn't seem that big.

Which would support the theory that the Storm isn't true.