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october plot: open unless otherwise stated
Who: steve rogers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
starspangle) & anyone, with some open prompts and some closed starters
What: october plot + everything in between
When: october
Where: around town
Warning(s): any necessary warnings will be clearly marked in-thread.
❚❚❚❚❚ part one.
[ It all starts in the residential district. The video pops up on the screen of his phone a little before he's about to head out on his shift with the Guard. While he's putting on his boots, the woman on-screen begins to list names, some of them he recognizes, some of them he considers friends or at the very least, well-liked allies. He shakes his head, unsure just what to believe, but determined nevertheless to get to the bottom of it. Something strange is afoot; something doesn't feel right.
This is just the beginning, assholes.
The video feed cuts off and his screen goes dark. He slides the device into his pocket, bends down far enough to swipe his shield from its spot by the foot of his bed, and heads out.
His first stop is the scene of the crime, the Market District. It's quiet in town, quieter than he's ever seen it despite how new everything still feels to him. People have either gone home or left the district to safer grounds. As he gets closer to the blast-zone, however, there are confused crowds of people, many in need of direction or guidance, someone to lead them towards the Sanctuary. Steve will stick around for a while, gather groups of the infected together and appoint someone - maybe you - to lead said group to the Sanctuary.
Look for Claire Fraser, he'll say, because she's the best medic he knows.
Steve is easily noticeable by the big circular shield on his back, red stripes framing a silver star against a blue backdrop. It's kind of beautiful the way it glints against the stubborn sun trying to pierce through the dissipating fog. It also looks heavy and just a little bit intimidating.
At some point Steve will easily be found sitting by himself, phone in front of him. He furiously types into it, sending off inbox messages to anyone he knows, just to check in on them, just to be sure that they are all okay and uninfected. He can only hope not too many people had been hurt by the explosion.
When it seems as though most of the crowd has cleared and been tended to, either by himself or a fellow Guard, Steve will take it upon himself to look for the people the mysterious red-headed woman had mentioned earlier. He flicks through the video message again, and then once more, and makes his way out of the Market and into the next sector of town. Find him milling around, gathering clues and looking for his friends and allies. Maybe you have a lead and could use a team-up - Steve's your guy. At this point, Steve could use a bit of good news too.
By late afternoon, Steve will have made it towards the Outpost. He's a little tired by this point, and probably pretty hungry too. He hasn't eaten since the morning but determination's a funny thing, and Steve has the kind of tenacity that could build Rome in a day. He continues to scout the quiet, almost desolate area, heart sinking. He hadn't expected it to be easy, of course, but the longer the names go un-found, the guiltier they look. He would know; back home, he's in something of a similar situation and he would rather believe that every one of those names are innocent until proven guilty. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ part two.
[ p e n d i n g . ]
❚❚❚❚❚ wildcard.
[ if the above prompts aren't working for you or if we've planned something outside of said prompts, pop in a starter of your own and we can get that started! if you'd like to do something else with steve, feel free to hit me up over plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
thwip) and/or discord (spidey#2716)! ]
starspangle) & anyone, with some open prompts and some closed startersWhat: october plot + everything in between
When: october
Where: around town
Warning(s): any necessary warnings will be clearly marked in-thread.
❚❚❚❚❚ part one.
[ It all starts in the residential district. The video pops up on the screen of his phone a little before he's about to head out on his shift with the Guard. While he's putting on his boots, the woman on-screen begins to list names, some of them he recognizes, some of them he considers friends or at the very least, well-liked allies. He shakes his head, unsure just what to believe, but determined nevertheless to get to the bottom of it. Something strange is afoot; something doesn't feel right.
This is just the beginning, assholes.
The video feed cuts off and his screen goes dark. He slides the device into his pocket, bends down far enough to swipe his shield from its spot by the foot of his bed, and heads out.
His first stop is the scene of the crime, the Market District. It's quiet in town, quieter than he's ever seen it despite how new everything still feels to him. People have either gone home or left the district to safer grounds. As he gets closer to the blast-zone, however, there are confused crowds of people, many in need of direction or guidance, someone to lead them towards the Sanctuary. Steve will stick around for a while, gather groups of the infected together and appoint someone - maybe you - to lead said group to the Sanctuary.
Look for Claire Fraser, he'll say, because she's the best medic he knows.
Steve is easily noticeable by the big circular shield on his back, red stripes framing a silver star against a blue backdrop. It's kind of beautiful the way it glints against the stubborn sun trying to pierce through the dissipating fog. It also looks heavy and just a little bit intimidating.
At some point Steve will easily be found sitting by himself, phone in front of him. He furiously types into it, sending off inbox messages to anyone he knows, just to check in on them, just to be sure that they are all okay and uninfected. He can only hope not too many people had been hurt by the explosion.
When it seems as though most of the crowd has cleared and been tended to, either by himself or a fellow Guard, Steve will take it upon himself to look for the people the mysterious red-headed woman had mentioned earlier. He flicks through the video message again, and then once more, and makes his way out of the Market and into the next sector of town. Find him milling around, gathering clues and looking for his friends and allies. Maybe you have a lead and could use a team-up - Steve's your guy. At this point, Steve could use a bit of good news too.
By late afternoon, Steve will have made it towards the Outpost. He's a little tired by this point, and probably pretty hungry too. He hasn't eaten since the morning but determination's a funny thing, and Steve has the kind of tenacity that could build Rome in a day. He continues to scout the quiet, almost desolate area, heart sinking. He hadn't expected it to be easy, of course, but the longer the names go un-found, the guiltier they look. He would know; back home, he's in something of a similar situation and he would rather believe that every one of those names are innocent until proven guilty. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ part two.
[ p e n d i n g . ]
❚❚❚❚❚ wildcard.
[ if the above prompts aren't working for you or if we've planned something outside of said prompts, pop in a starter of your own and we can get that started! if you'd like to do something else with steve, feel free to hit me up over plurk (
part one - outpost
Ana hasn't killed anyone. In fact, she never even spoke to the man in the red light district. She had simply taken word from Jack that their mission was a decent one, and she had helped him complete the job and split the silver. That doesn't mean that she doesn't blame herself for what happened, or that she hasn't considered turning herself in. She just doesn't see what good it would do to become a scapegoat all over again.
She's near the outpost late that afternoon partly to avoid the city, and partly to assess the situation there. She may need to use it to escape, after all.
Ana is currently setup in a tree, a notebook open in her lap. She's disguised, of course, but the fact that she's pointing a rifle at the outpost is likely enough to warrant suspicion. A keen observer might realize that she's not trying to shoot anyone. What she is doing isn't that much better: she's timing the rotation of any visible guards.
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He comes up by a cluster of trees to take a moment to catch his breath and re-hydrate, pulling out a battered looking water-canteen, something he picked up from a nearby thrift shop.
He catches the briefest glint of something when he looks up, noticing the slightly unnatural rustling of leaves when Ana shifts, but it isn't until he really concentrates that he can make out a figure huddled and well-hidden amongst the foliage. It really is owed to his superpowers that he can make it all out without too much difficulty; the mysterious tree-dweller seems to know what he or she is doing.
Steve caps the top of his canteen, making no attempt to move into any kind of defensive position. He looks downright calm when he slowly puts said canteen away, hooking it back in place along his belt.
"You watching for something in particular?"
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She looks down at him through the leaves when he finally speaks. Intelligence and tact are two compelling reasons to be weary, more so than the guard uniform he wears or the unusual shield he carries, though those are concerns as well.
"The same thing everyone else is watching for," she says, equally calm. She lifts a branch out of the way with the muzzle of her rifle, keeping it pointed at the sky. While she wears a mask, it's cobbled together with scavenged parts, like most of her outfit. Her other hand rests on her notebook, blocking her sidearm from view.
"Can I help you with something, soldier?"
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He takes a breath, tilting his gaze back out towards the open scenery around them.
"You seen anything a little out of the ordinary out here on your watch?"
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It's a bit of a gamble considering how vastly different some worlds are, but the man is nearly a splitting image of Jack when she first met him. Something about the way they stand. She hopes she can talk her way out of this with some careful misdirection - it would be a shame to waste a sleep dart on him.
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"That's kind of the point of it," he responds. Captain America isn't Captain America without the ever-recognizable symbol and shield. He believes that anyone could fill his shoes if they wanted to, but they wouldn't be filling in for Steve Rogers. No, they'd be filling it for this superhero he becomes, for Captain America, when he dons the cowl and picks up the shield.
"Makes me recognizable. And here's proof that it works." He shrugs again. "But I'm sure you know that's not exactly what I meant."
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Ana thinks about playing this out a little further. As much as her nest puts her out of reach, it's only real protection when she's going unseen.
"Let's stop being coy then," She says. She releases her grip on the rifle, catching it again by the barrel so she can lay it across her lap. Better to get ahead of this before he makes up his mind about what to do. "You don't strike me as the 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of person, so why don't you ask your questions?"
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She's got him pegged on that point - at least this time around.
There are times when his temper and emotions get the best of him, making fist-fighting a priority before any of the talking could happen. Steve tends to get himself into trouble without thinking it through.
This, though. This is different. It's important. And he's here to gather intel, not start a fight.
"You think you might want to come down from there? It'll make it easier to speak without any other ears overhearing us."
He has his hands up in front of him, weaponless, as a sign of good faith.
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Getting down from the tree serves the practical purpose of not breaking her neck if Jack Jr. decides he'd like to try knocking her down, but it's a cautious show of good faith on her part, too.
She eases down a couple of branches, then lands in a crouch that still jars her knees. She doesn't let it show. When she stands again, she gestures for her rifle back. "It's my word against their's, and mine isn't weighted with silver. Why are you interested in what I have to say?"