out of one prison & into another

[reconstitution]

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

Comments

[curiositykilledthecats]

I mislike the sound of that.

[reconstitution]

I'm sorry.

[curiositykilledthecats]

Are you an assassin, or merely a zealot?

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The first.

[curiositykilledthecats]

Do you intend to carry on here?

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I-- negative. [Not unless the situation calls for it.. It's not as if his hands won't make suitable weapons themselves.]

[curiositykilledthecats]

[Normally, Miah could just trust her name to be enough to be a damper on any attempts at violence- No one wanted to risk pissing off a Warrior of Light. But now, it's not the same. She's more than a little unsettled, not knowing if she can trust this man- and every sign says not to, since he admits to killing.]

If you do not, then there is no need for us to become enemies.

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So long as the need doesn't arise.

[curiositykilledthecats]

What would you see as a need?

[reconstitution]

Intent.

[curiositykilledthecats]

Explain.

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I do not plan to let an attack happen.

[curiositykilledthecats]

... That explains nothing.

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That is all I have.

[curiositykilledthecats]

If you attack the defenseless, I will stop you.

[No point in mincing words, and frankly, she feels like this conversation was beating the same point for the past... well, half of it, really.]

[reconstitution]

You may try.