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revivalproject2021-10-27 09:29 pm
thestaremaster) wrote in revivalproject2021-10-27 09:29 pm
It Means I Remember
WHO: Bucky Barnes (Entity: The Vast), OTA
WHERE: The Hellscape of the Vast, and the Hellscape of the Stranger
WHAT: Hunting, Being Hunted, taking shelter together?
WHEN: Apocalypse Event
WARNINGS: TBD
The Vast
Bucky felt weaker than he had in decades. And hungry. A sort of hunger he'd seen in the faces of those who joined HYDRA for the thrill, who yearned for that power and took pleasure in inflicting pain and fear. The Winter Soldier took no pleasure in his work. He was tool. But in this moment? Bucky wanted that fear like it was oxygen. And it spurred him on despite how heavy his arm felt, searching this vast space for someone, anyone- to feed on.
Far, far overhead the lights flickers and grew brighter as he searched. Gravity seemed to stop exerting it's will over him as he fell sideways through the aisles in his search.
The Stranger
This place made Bucky's chest feel tight, on guard as he tried to make his way through the house. His jaw was tight as he tried to ignore figures that looked far too familiar. Figures he'd loved. Figures he'd hurt. Figures he'd killed. There had to be a way out of here. Or someone else made of flesh and blood.
WHERE: The Hellscape of the Vast, and the Hellscape of the Stranger
WHAT: Hunting, Being Hunted, taking shelter together?
WHEN: Apocalypse Event
WARNINGS: TBD
The Vast
Bucky felt weaker than he had in decades. And hungry. A sort of hunger he'd seen in the faces of those who joined HYDRA for the thrill, who yearned for that power and took pleasure in inflicting pain and fear. The Winter Soldier took no pleasure in his work. He was tool. But in this moment? Bucky wanted that fear like it was oxygen. And it spurred him on despite how heavy his arm felt, searching this vast space for someone, anyone- to feed on.
Far, far overhead the lights flickers and grew brighter as he searched. Gravity seemed to stop exerting it's will over him as he fell sideways through the aisles in his search.
The Stranger
This place made Bucky's chest feel tight, on guard as he tried to make his way through the house. His jaw was tight as he tried to ignore figures that looked far too familiar. Figures he'd loved. Figures he'd hurt. Figures he'd killed. There had to be a way out of here. Or someone else made of flesh and blood.