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kyouyasangels_inc2014-05-08 08:42 pm
gingerfarts) wrote in kyouyasangels_inc2014-05-08 08:42 pm
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possibly helpful?? hostage meme
Some shit happens, one dumbfuck might need help getting outta dodge. Maybe another dumbfuck got special new led implants they want a refund for! Hopefully no one will crash their third plane in 50 years. Professionals might be rare let's be honest.
PROMPTS: (optional)
1 - MEDICAL ATTENTION.. You're bleeding, in pain and desperate, and you need medical attention. Right now. What will you do? Break into a private practice after hours? Find a darkened house or apartment with a convenient bathroom?
2 - SHELTER. The cops are after you. The temperature is dropping below -20. You're out in the middle of nowhere and you're starving. You don't have any options left - except for this.
3 - TRANSPORTATION. You need to get out of town. Fast. Can't buy a car, can't rent a car, can't take a bus - how do you leave?
4 - PROFESSIONAL SKILLS. You need a doctor. A lawyer. A pilot. A spy. And you know just the one. And you're going to get their help whether they want it or not.
5 - A HOSTAGE. You need a body to threaten. Maybe it's the President's daughter; maybe it's just someone off the street. Either way, it's leverage you're after. Maybe you'll turn them loose once you get to the border.
6 - FINISH THE CRIME. Get the manager who can open the bank vault. Or whatever else you need to commit your act of murder, sabotage and/or thievery.
7 - IT WAS AN ACCIDENT???? Fuck.
8 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN.
BITCH(Y) PLZ ;)
[Gray eyes consider Bucky calmly. He feels like he's stated this before. Hmm. Hates repeating himself. Thin lips purse around the cigarette. Oh, Kira takes in the calculating glance Bucky fixes on the forgotten knife, his movement forward, the acid in his tone and the shadows of his eyes, but this guy for all intents and purposes is casual as fuck about it. He's not worried. The slope of his shoulders is relaxed against the dips and grooves of the couch. Ankles crossed. Smoke circling overhead.
It's all he can do to ignore the tightness in his chest, to ignore the thought process he'd stumbled back from as fast as he could. Why did he chase all of Alexial's reincarnations around? For payback? Some sick guardianship? To touch her hair? Because he owed her?]
Something like that. Because I'm such an all around caring kinda guy, looking out for the underdog. Maybe my money's on this underdog. I cast off my chains because of him.
[Kira arches a brow] You're brainwashed too? Well shit. But no, I don't mean business cards and playing nice. Not exactly nice because you're not to that level yet. But having people owe you favors is what I actually mean.
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Nah. From what I’ve experienced, dying’s overrated. Seems to come with a whole buncha after-effects. S'like they can't even make it easy and kill all of someone the first time. So the way I see it I’m the one who owes them “favors.” They didn’t even give me the chance to think about a death wish.
[He doesn't even *like* this guy so why is he telling him all this? Maybe because this is the first person who's remotely acted like they know what the fuck's going on, that it's not exactly out of the norm for scruffy men to burst through the living room window.
When he speaks of the times death has eluded him, Bucky remembers with stark clarity the sure thought that he was going to die in that dim room--wished for it to be anything but disappointing once death finally came to take him, but then he remembers feeling surprise, a fuzzy face swimming in his vision… he can almost make it out now but something in him rumbles like a storm as his mind tosses around Kira’s words at breakneck speed, anger roiling up again, fists clenched at his side. He practically spits the words as they come out hot and sharp off his tongue.]
Yeah, well maybe this underdog doesn’t need your help. Or is he just someone who owes you a favor?
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[Speak for yourself, Kira. He tips his head back, puffs smoke through the thin slit his mouth makes around the cigarette and, of all things, closes his eyes again. For all intents and purposes he acts as if Bucky isn't a threat, like they're having a conversation about the weather or crazy ex-girlfriends. As if Bucky hadn't just retrieved his knife. As if his pulse didn't quicken within his jugular. Dead and Back Again, a Douchebag Tale. Nothing beats tearing into the throats of those who've wronged you. He seems similarities there, ones that, to his horror, aren't ending so soon.] And you're gonna settle that debt all alone, Rambo style. Gotta say, you've got pluck.
[Kira doesn't bother with sitting up proper. Just opens his eyes, paints an amused smile across his lips that reflects not an iota in his eyes. There's something knowing in his gaze, as if he already expects the answer before his lips part.]
Maybe you should be asking yourself this question: Why do you care about some stranger? What does it matter to you, why does it rattle you to the point where you resemble a cat with it's hackles up. Think about it.
[Kira bats the hard hitting questions.] You've got it in the wrong order anyway.
idk i tried to be funny? and then srs? and I just. how 2 Bucky???? /???
[He bristles then relaxes the grip he only just realized he still had on the knife he’d just replaced. Way to prove the point, he thinks with a roll of his eyes. He raises both hands in truce, temporary as it may be, though he continues to step forward. All right. Maybe this guy’s onto something about contacts. And maybe--maybe it’s just a coincidence. Enough of the games and time for answers.]
I’ve done my fair share of thinking, yebanat. Turns out I owe someone a favor too. Someone who’s also never been good at avoiding trouble. Maybe I had you--him--confused with someone else. I doubt he’d be in hiding and besides, uh, no offense--[there’s a smirk, a patented cocky Bucky smirk™, always great for overcompensation]--but I doubt he’d have, what, a teen?, sidekick protecting his whereabouts. Simple mix-up is all.
[Simple...yeah, right, and Bucky knows better than to underestimate the abilities of the other, anyway. Nothing’s simple about the way his chest feels like it’s going to crumple inwards from the weight of memories, remembered words, all with wondering what the next step is as he blazes a trail with no markers for direction. Why does he get the feeling this kid has a whole wealth of knowledge lurking behind that smile curling on his lips? Doubt lurks behind everything he thinks he can figure out about his opponent.
They’ve established he isn’t Hydra personnel, or doesn’t appear to be anyway. But There’s Something About Kira, all right…Bucky’s not sure he can pinpoint it just yet. He’s said a lot of weird shit to sort through, after all. And there’s the matter of what if he does happen to be talking about… about him?
He speaks, voice rough with the lump that had formed oh so considerately in his throat.]
So here I am, owing him a favor, and now you, I guess, for the first aid. [He looks not-so-vaguely displeased as he acknowledges the help, mostly because it still hurts too much to breathe for him to be entirely grateful.] I don’t know what Rambo style is, but all I know is other people weigh you down. Going it alone’s the only way I could…
[The only way I could not screw it up for him again--]
The only way to make what I did right. If I couldn’t have stopped it then, well, this is the next best thing.
[The lump in his throat’s grown too tight to keep speaking of the events that do no more than flash through his brain like little lightning strikes, a few at a time. He blows out a long breath, thinking he’ll need more than a few minutes to get his bearings straight, and more than that to dig and find out more about this guy’s ward. You know. Just in case. Just. In case.]
You got some beer, or something? It’s been a hell of a long time.
u got dis, bb ;)
[The smirk Kira fixes Bucky with clearly says 'you're the one that underestimated this 'teen'. and also 'you have no fucking idea.' The look of distaste Bucky rewards him with makes his own lips curl further, amused as hell.] I'll let you know when I'll come to collect on that favor. Be prepared for anything.
[Gray eyes roll skyward, for peace, for deliverance, for a bolt of lightning. He never thought in a million years here he'd be, one asshole about to lecture another stubborn asshole about friendship and all that shit.] Going it solo does keep things from getting messy but someone having your back doesn't hurt. To bail your ass out when you inevitably need it. You've already made it someone else's business. Think about that before you get yourself into something you can't come back from. When you can't complete what you planned your ghost's gonna be pissed. [Which he will. Kira doesn't need secret sword soul senses to see that coming.
With some sort of goddamn catlike grace Kira rolls off the couch and onto his feet, meandering over to the mini fridge in the corner. His back on display and (seemingly) vulnerable and all.]
I could use one myself. A beer for the clusterfuck coming right up.
we'll see how I feel about this soon but..rn...so far so good
You don’t really seem like the protagonist type. [Then, a pause as the thought, neither do I surfaced in his brain.] Guess you could still surprise me, though. But I don’t need you to tell me about having someone’s back and bailing them out.
[Yeah, he likes to see it more as reminding him of these things. But of course that’s not something he’d ever reveal to this dangerous person. He still can’t pinpoint what exactly seems off about him. How he talks like he’s wise beyond his years but even if he’d been trained specially, his age still-- well, Bucky had doubts. But the doubts seemed more and more unfounded the longer he thought about it.]
Of course I know all that. It’s just not exactly safe for me to go running to people who can help--if they’d even want to. [His tone becomes bitter, almost heavy with guilt if one were really paying close attention.] I’m trying to take care of what I know I can first. I’m sure we’ll run into each other eventually. [Never mind it was beginning to seem like Bucky the longer he was around this weirdo who talked about destinies and shit that maybe he was onto something. The fact their paths had ended so...separately, yet still managed to converge again--
He shakes his head. Definitely been around this weirdo too long. But then Kira gets up and...wait, really? Bucky can’t believe the guy’s actually gonna--Bucky keeps his eyes on the other one the entire time. He might slip something to knock him out in it, and that would go entirely against Bucky’s personal mission of, you know, never getting captured again if he can help it.]
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For those that can feel it's influence, anyway.]
Yeah like you're really one to talk. You're true protag material, right up your alley with the knives and the assault of a teenager and such. I can really feel those bright shiny morals in the room. You don't think you need me to tell you, no, but a reminder couldn't hurt. To clear up that fog up there, crackhead.
[He snags the beers after shoving some shit into the back, nothing too important or deadly, just incriminating, then pivots back around, his expression playful if not for the deadly serious fire in his eyes.]
Just as long as you don't get in over your head and die without solving anything. Dying with regrets is the worst. Especially for those you leave behind. Though...[The corners of his mouth lift, revealing a bemused curve there, mockingly thoughtful in his tone] if yours is anything like mine I think your underdog idiot will come running for you whether you make a big macho huff about being a lone wolf or not. How's that for running into each other eventually?
[The fact that Bucky might not have a choice in being rescued from his own stupidity leaves Kira with smugness. Probably stemming from his need to be right in most situations. It's something great grandpas feel in day to day life. Possibly.
He closes the space between them and holds one of the beers out for Bucky.] Now don't sell yourself short, I'm sure it's not just your cuddly persona that drags your idiot back to you when you're in trouble.
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[He bristles and tenses, spine straightening and shoulders rolling back to lock in place.]
Never claimed to be a protag anyway. I caused too much damage to be in that exclusive club. [He snorts, accepts the beer, pops it open with the convenience of his currently-behaving metal hand; he immediately regrets his first sip as it settles heavy in his stomach but he welcomes the warmth in his blood. First time in a damn long time. His tone is flat, purposely devoid of emotion when he speaks again.]
Don’t think “my idiot” will be in too much of a hurry to see me again. I kinda left some uh, bullet souvenirs last time we saw each other, so I’m not sure there’s gonna exactly be a welcoming party.
[But that doesn’t feel right; even as Bucky says it, it settles more heavily than the beer in his gut. How could he forgive Bucky, but somehow--something about Kira’s words ring true. It annoys him even more.
How dare this kid presume to know that about him--and about Him? He downs more beer, disappointed with how high his alcohol tolerance is even for as long as it's been. Probably another bullshit effect from the whole cybernetic thing.
He's getting antsy and this isn't taking the edge off. So, he switches tactics again. Poorly. Again.]
I just need to confirm. You...don't know anything about an organization called Hydra?
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You don't say. What, did you two have a spat? I guess this is what you call "taking a break".
[Kira doesn't even bother with a sigh. Just tips the can to his lips, lets the beer go down smooth. He fixes a steady gaze on Bucky, takes it all in before finally opening his mouth, a wry twist to the shape of his mouth.]
You certainly packed a lot of baggage for this vacation to Whinesville. That idiot let you get away, bullets aside. You idiots are made for each other. If that doesn't indicate something about you both then you're an even bigger idiot than you look.
[He waves his free hand, rolls a shoulder forward--] So go on and do the macho Rambo solo act. You'll see what I mean when he inevitably shows up, pleading with you. That's all there is to say.
[As far as Kira's concerned that is. When Bucky brings up this Hydra thing again he takes another, longer sip of his beer, expression unreadable. However behind that blank gaze his mind is turning over the subject. It doesn't take a genius to figure out this organization is dangerous to everyone that comes into contact with it. It's best not to get involved with that.]
No, I don't. I like the one about the Greek legend better.