Voices from Heaven (
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- ahsoka tano,
- coil lenn,
- margaret "peggy" carter,
- nami,
- natasha romanoff,
- nelkeila tarid,
- nyssa al ghul,
- octavia blake,
- one,
- phèdre nó delaunay de montrève,
- r. daneel olivaw,
- rapunzel,
- remy lebeau,
- riku,
- robin redbreast,
- rogue,
- santanico pandemonium,
- shawn hunter,
- sokka,
- stefan salvatore,
- steve rogers (ou),
- steven quartz universe,
- stiles stilinski,
- syeira,
- tadashi hamada,
- tekhetsio,
- the vision,
- vash the stampede,
- vima sunrider,
- wanda maximoff,
- wrath,
- yamanaka ino
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Peggy Carter
the other half of the room fades into softer lines: floral wallpaper, and a well-made bed that stands next to an antique vanity. its surface is occupied by a whole standing army of cosmetics: rich lipsticks and dark polishes; powders; pluckers; pins. everything a 'modern' woman needs to keep her uniform in order. tightly tied and sitting beneath a silver-backed hairbrush is a thick army file. red ink declares it to be rather top secret. beyond that, each of vanity's drawers houses additional sundries and trinkets.
at last, caught somewhere between the two halves, something is where it shouldn't be. a complex radio system has been left abandoned on the floor, without any tidiness or table to speak of. while anyone wanders this space, it blasts a fractured rotation of sounds: a few odd clips from the captain america adventure program, the staticy sounds of war and music fit to dance to. ]
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So, if she can, she'll be turning that radio off. ]
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which 'station' does she choose: the music, the gunfire, or the radio show? ]
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And once that's settled, time to properly explore.
The file, at least, seems like it might be the most simple way to learn more about where she is, if nothing else. It's as good a place to start as any. ]
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Agent Carter? Peggy?
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Sergeant. [ she greets him with a bright smile and his old rank, as though her subconscious never stopped seeing him as such. ] I can't seem to get the music to stick...
[ and as if on cue, gunfire rat-a-tats its way between clarinet notes. ]
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Ma'am.
[ His old rank doesn't bother him, neither does the fact that he seems to be dressed in his old fatigues, and his sergeant's dog tags clink as he shifts his weight. If this is the role she sees him in — well he has a knack for fitting into people's expectations. ]
Neither can I. We might want to turn it off.
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[She eyes the radio, as she walks around it. The program playing from it... it was giving her goose-bumps. And every time the name "Captain America" comes up, she gives a little start, as if being shocked by some static electricity. Wherever she was... she was starting to like it less and less.]
[As she nears the vanity, she spies the various cosmetics. She stops in front of the large bit of furniture, slowing running her fingers across the top of it. She feels the smoothness of the texture, but her fingers stop at the army file. She touches it tentatively... getting the very clear feeling she shouldn't open it... yet, she can't seem to help herself.]
[She looks up and around once, checking to see if someone was in the room. Despite knowing that she was the only one who appeared to be here, she couldn't completely shake this feeling as if she were being watched. She then directs her attention back towards the file, slowly flipping it open to view its contents.]
[The photograph inside causes a sharp intake of breath, as she picks it up to give it a closer look. The frail looking body was unfamiliar, but the face... the young man pictured... she knew him well. It was Steve Rogers. The Captain America she knew from back home. Why was his picture here?]
[She lowers the photo, looks over the rest of the file's contents. All of it, all of the documents inside... they appeared to be about Steve. Why? Why was this all here?]
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she doesn't appear at all uneasy about her unfinished appearance, choosing instead to focus upon the file: ] Quite a change in him, hmm?
[ spoken with deep, resounding affection. ]
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Steve- Captain Rogers, he... when was this taken?
[A million questions were flying through her mind, but that was the first one she could get out.]
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Unfortunately, Bing is cut off by a man declaring someone to be "Nazi scum!" Running her hands over the dials and knobs, Beverly wonders if there's a way to get it to stay fixed on the music station.]
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she doesn't yet see beverly, but falls back against a shut locker with a sigh. she's trying to catch her breath. ]
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Hello? I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be in here, but I got lost.
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with a huff: ] It boggles the mind that anyone bothers to listen to this...tripe.
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... Keeps the people's spirits up.
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So she wanders the room, true, but Natasha keeps her hands to herself, only finally stopping to listen to the radio, as a ridiculous narrative unfolds. Her eyes catch the file, but she only stands and listens, smiling bemusedly at the show on the air. What she can hear of it.]
Well. They didn't get your voice right at all, did they, Steve?
[Soft words, murmured to herself.]
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instead, with her arms crossed, she comes to stand next to natasha. ] The list of things they did get right is awfully short.
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[Not really surprising to see Peggy in here, only a little surprising to see her in this state of undress. Maybe her mental self was unprepared for visitors. Maybe she just doesn't have as much to hide as someone like Natasha. But whatever the reason, Peggy herself isn't specifically what Natasha's here for--at least, not her personally.]
It bothers you, all the things they got wrong? Making him a character instead of a man?
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Nami's drawn first to the vast array of cosmetics out of sheer feminine curiosity. But it's not the powders and polishes she moves to pick up; it's the army file. The former is girlish fun, but this? Anything marked top secret is bound to be of interest.
...assuming she can make out what it's all about. Everyone comes from a world vastly alien to her own, after all.]
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it yearns to be picked up. ]
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She picks it up before she can think better of it, flipping it open. Sorry, Peggy.]
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james is drawn to it immediately, eyeing it for a long moment before the radio snaps his attention, and just before he moves to pick it up, a burst of gun fire seems to burst from the radio, causing the teenager to jolt and stare at it with a frown. ]
Come on, now --
[ and so he leaves the file where it is, straying toward the radio to stoop down, picking it up. he knows nothing about how muggle radios work, but he's certain they're not supposed to do that. ]
Bloody thing --
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footsteps punctuate the broadcast, and peggy (in tactical gear and with her hair tied back in a demure plait) appears from 'round the corner of a bank of lockers. she appears to be a little out of breath, and there's a smudge of soil on her cheek. she has a large gun in her hands, but it's pointed downwards. ] Quick, [ she commands (despite the lack of enemies nearby) ] Take cover!
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What in the hell is that?
[ a bit sharply, pointing at the gun -- and idly, he wishes he had his wand, because this would be a hell of a lot easier with that. ]
And who are we taking cover from?
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