there's clearly a strange feeling; closed

[bracchium]

WHO: Bucky Barnes and Scott Summers
WHEN: Early in the mission
WHERE: Near the base
WHAT: Bucky realizes there's other augmented folks like himself
NOTES\WARNINGS: Possible mentions of violence.



[Bucky doesn't particularly care that he wasn't assigned a team. After the last mission, after months and months of talking to people, he's almost grateful to be allowed to remain at the base. There's a handful of others present as he stands near the door. He's marked himself as a guard and that serves him just fine. He can handle most threats and if it takes another fight, that won't be anything new.

He's scanning the crowd when he realizes he sees someone else with metal. Bucky isn't hiding his metal arm and it seems that this other person isn't hiding either. Maybe he's also someone touched by HYDRA, someone who might have a past similar to his.

He watches from a distance for a bit, before he leans up from the wall and makes his way over.]

Bucky.

[That's his version of an introduction, built up from months on Pollux.]

Comments

[redvisor]

( he'd opted for the visor this time, though made sure to bring the glasses as well given if one ends up damaged, at least he has the other. he's in black. not the suit the team wears back home, but something he'd thrown together that would both serve as blending in and a little more on the protective side. he's not invulnerable after all. his eyes just do a hell of a lot of damage.

he's checking a few things in his pack — scrolling through the few usernames he has on his network device to keep tabs on them when he hears someone speaking to him and he looks over, a raised brow before he gives a nod. )

Scott.

( looking back to his pack, he rummages through it a bit. )

You waiting to join your team or planning to stick around here?

[bracchium]

[Bucky keeps his distance, a few feet away, not wanting to crowd Scott in any way. He tries not to peek into the bag, but instinct has him catching a quick glance. The question is expected and he gives a one-armed shrug.]

Don't have a team. The base could use some defense.

[Which is why he's here. He turns the question back on Scott.]

Waiting for your team?

[redvisor]

Going to be staying here from the looks of it. Keep an eye on things. Make sure people get what they need.

( he gives a bit of a shrug himself. the camp needs people to keep an eye on it and be here should others come back needing supplies, food, or medical attention and while he's not exactly the field medic on his team back home, he knows a thing or two if it comes down to it. )

Can't all be out there leaving this place unattended.

( especially what with the whole light source being important thing. )

[bracchium]

[Bucky nods in agreement as he glances back to the main door in and out of the base. Not everyone can be out in the field saving the world, literally. And Bucky is more than happy with choosing who he talks with.

Like Scott.

Bucky crosses his arms and nods again before looking out at those bustling about the base.]

That a uniform?

[Bucky asks of Scott's all-black ensemble. Bucky himself is similarly dressed in black, sans a sleeve on his left arm.]

[redvisor]

Just something I threw together. The uniform didn't come with me to Etraya. Probably because I wasn't in it at the time.

( too bad his bike didn't come with him, since he'd been on that and all.

but he's swinging his pack over his shoulder then and eyes the man there with his arm. if he seems unfazed by it, it's because he's used to being around others who are different in every way possible back home. )

Want me to see if they've got one for this place? Could be hideous.

[bracchium]

[Bucky's 'uniform' is of a similar status. It's nothing official, just what he prefers to wear in situations such as these. He's also quietly impressed that there are no questions about his arm. It's not as if he's hiding it.

He nods in answer to Scott's question.]

Probably something to go along with the flora.

[redvisor]

So that's a yes.

( slight shake of his head with a faint smile on his lips, he he shrugs his pack up on his shoulder a little more and makes his way over to the other side of their current area. )

Well let's just be glad fashion show isn't any sort of requirement for the mission. ( a beat. ) This time anyways.

[bracchium]

[Bucky uncrosses his arms and follows Scott. The uniforms really could be something hideous, nothing Bucky would be caught dead in. He wears a lot of black and muted colors and that's kept him alive and free from HYDRA thus far.]

Has it ever been a requirement?

[He hasn't been on Etraya that long and prior mission experience with multiple worlds comes from Pollux.]

[redvisor]

You new to all this?

( he asks with a glance back over his shoulder, making his way through the camp where most of the supplies seem to be gathered. )

I've sort of been in and out of it a few times.

( why? hell if he knows. )

[bracchium]

A few months. [Bucky admits as he continues to follow Scott over to the supplies. He takes a quick mental inventory and hopes that what they have here will be enough for the teams out in the field.]

A few times?

[Bucky's experience on Pollux has told him that people do leave, but many times?]

[redvisor]

( a few months sounds about right for the sort of reaction he has to all this. the question— or, the curiosity with his earlier statement has him give a bit of a sigh. not because of the curiosity itself, but more because of the facts surrounding it. never mind the confusion. frustration. )

This is my third time here. ( a beat. ) On Etraya. First time was a few months, second was maybe a day or two, and now I'm here again. Maybe third time's the charm, huh?

( a shrug of his shoulder there, he looks back to what they have to work with and... doesn't really see much in the way of uniforms. maybe that's a good thing. )

Before you ask, don't know why I've been brought here and sent back the number of times I've had. Makes me think there's either a glitch in their system or I'm the glitch. ( a huff then, he shakes his head. ) Or maybe they end up missing me for whatever reason. Who's to say.

[bracchium]

Maybe you've been in other worlds. [Bucky adds to the explanation.] I was here for twenty-four hours before being taken to Pollux. We had our own missions like Etraya.

[And then he was left behind, which is never a good feeling, but he had enough people pulling him back to Etraya that he's made the transition back.]

[redvisor]

( well that gets him to look over a little concerned. )

I'm not familiar with it. ( pollux. ) How long were you there for?

[bracchium]

Apparently we're like Etraya. Like cousins.

[Bucky pauses to calculate the time at Pollux.]

Nine months total.

[Hence the longer hair partially tied back over one shoulder.]

[redvisor]

( both eyebrows raise at that. )

I didn't know there were other worlds that could be considered cousins to Etraya.

( seems he's missed out on a few things since his last couple times here. )

How'd you end up back here?

( on etraya. )

[bracchium]

Steve gave me a handkerchief. Think it was some kind of token.

[Some kind of magic that Bucky frankly doesn't understand.]

[redvisor]

A ticket back to Etraya maybe. From the sounds of it anyways.

( if he had to take a guess. granted, that's all any of them ever seem to do here. guess. )

And you've been back here ever since?

[bracchium]

[Bucky nods in reply before looking back up to Scott.]

So far.

[He wouldn't be surprised if something ported him out, but for now he's in Etraya.]

Where were you before all this?

[redvisor]

Before Etraya? Home. Every time. Didn't get to move so much as a couple feet every time before I found myself back here. I mean, I've heard people come and go here — sometimes moving ahead in time back home for them before finding themselves back here, but. Not me. Couldn't tell you why.

( one of the more frustrating parts of the times he's been here on etraya and it's not like he's going to get any real answers about it. )

[bracchium]

[Bucky tilts his head ever so slightly before nodding again.]

Home is Earth?

[redvisor]

Yeah.

( to which he gives him a bit of a smile. )

Guessing a version of it is home to you, too, huh?

[bracchium]

Yeah.

[Bucky looks over the supplies again, even as his mind thinks back to what had been home to him: a studio apartment in Bucharest with newspapers covering the windows. He looks back up at Scott and the visor and questions about HYDRA fill his mind again.]

Someone hurt you?

[redvisor]

( doing the same, more or less, he blinks — though it's impossible to see behind the visor — and looks over when he's asked that seemingly out of the blue until... right. )

You mean the visor?

[bracchium]

[Bucky nods firmly before he flexes his fingers on his metal arm.]

Lost mine.

[redvisor]

( that explains it then. he'd been unfazed by the arm — didn't really think to question it much, but. knowing it was more a result of something likely heinous if he had to take his guess with the question of whether or not his visor was due to being hurt by someone... mutant experimentation is a thing back home. illegal and disgusting and wrong on so many levels. but that doesn't mean others don't suffer something similar. )

I'm sorry.

( it's genuine in the way he gives it. )

Where I'm from, I was born this way. I'm a mutant. A mutant's abilities typically don't show up until they hit puberty, sometimes a little before, but. Suffice to say, I can't exactly not have something covering my eyes at all times. Ends up being a bad time for everyone otherwise.

( a beat. )

But sometimes that's a good thing.

[bracchium]

[Bucky doesn't say it for sympathy. Instead to try and build a bridge with Scott. He listens as Scott explains his own situation and Bucky does his best to understand it. Mutants. He's read comics and sci-fi stories about those sorts of things before the war.]

Your eyes have to be covered?

[redvisor]

Because of my mutation, yeah.

( he grabs a couple bottles of water — tosses one to bucky there. )

Not a beer, but. ( a nod, he's twisting the cap off the water and helps himself to a sip of it before he continues. ) My visor is made up of a special quartz that contains the energy behind my eyes. Without them, I end up blasting anything and everything in my line of sight until I shut my eyes.

( another swig of his water, he shrugs a shoulder. )

Let's just say I had a hell of a time when it first kicked in.