Catch-all July

[muscovy]

Who: Muscovy and assorted people
What: Lots of things
Where: Lots of places, see subject lines
When: Throughout July
Warnings: TBA

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July 13th, near the southern bridge, Bucky

[muscovy]

[He's been following Bucky for a bit, in that stealthy way of his that renders him unnoticeable unless the person happens to look at him directly. It started out of interest - he's seen quite a lot of things since he was first chased away from his home by fairies, but this is the first time that he sees an arm that is that obviously made of steel, on a person that seems to not be built but born - and then he looked up and noticed that they'd gotten into a much less populated and not so nice area.

And then the man had been attacked. Or attacked. Muscovy isn't sure which it is, it seems to be a mix of both. And then it is over, and the man is muttering to himself in... His heart almost skips a beat. It's not fully understandable, but close enough that he gets the gist of it even without having gotten used to how the man forms his words.

A dialect of Old Rus'ian that he has never heard. And if he speaks to himself like that... does that mean that he is one of his sisters' people? Or maybe his, even, and he just cannot recognize it because this place is silly?

He walks a bit closer and uses one of his own dialects, the one of Moscow, to address the man.]

Hello.

[wipedclean]

[There isn't much to do around here but hunt and make sure Steve doesn't get into trouble.

Granted, both of those things could take up quite a bit of time. So really, if he's bored, it's his own fault.

He's in the process of gathering up his most recent kills to bring to Rage's altar when someone approaches and speaks in a familiar tongue. It's... Not quite Russian. Or it is Russian, but not as he knows it. He straightens and stares, frowning at the man for a moment before tilting his head and responding in kind.]

Hello.

[He's cautious. He hasn't heard anyone else here speaking Russian, and the last people he spoke it with were his Hydra team members.]

[muscovy]

You should tell me where you are from, yes?

[Because he would really like to know if he should be able to feel this man and the place just won't let him, or if he's simply not his. Going by his experiences with other places, he assumes the latter, but going by how weird those places can get, both options are entirely possible.

And either way, it is nice to have someone around here who speaks some form of his own language.]

[wipedclean]

[The language the stranger speaks is... Almost but not quite like Russian. It's clear they're in the same family, enough that he can understand what's being said, but it's... Strange.]

I don't have a home.

[Steve would disagree. Steve would insist he's from Brooklyn, but the only attachment to Brooklyn he has is Steve.]

[muscovy]

[Well, that's one thing. Not feeling at home somewhere. But that wasn't quite his question, or not all of it. It only was the right answer to the feeling that his question meant to convey.]

Where were you born, and where did you live?

[wipedclean]

[He's quiet for a moment, thinking.]

I'm told I was born in America. But I don't live anywhere. I am where I'm needed, where I'm sent. For a long time, it was Russia. But it has been many other places too.

[muscovy]

Why did your parents leave?

[He's heard of people losing their memory, but usually that only pertains to a few hours or days around a certain event. He's never heard of a case where someone lost their whole childhood, so he must have been very little still when he left. And leaving as a child usually means the parents leaving with their family.

...America sounds like a place fairly safe from hunger and raids though, from what people have told him, so he wonders what might have made them leave.

...] Why were you in Russia?

[wipedclean]

[He tilts his head at that question, confused by it.]

My parents? I... [He frowns.] I don't have parents.

[He shrugs a little.]

I was in Russia because my handlers were there. Because I was needed there.

[muscovy]

[The second part makes sufficient sense, but the first...]

You are not human?

[That is strange. He would have really thought this guy to be human. He looks very human, that strange arm aside.]

[wipedclean]

[He frowns. This is... difficult to explain.]

I am... technically. But I was trained to be a weapon.

[muscovy]

If you were born as a human, you have to have parents. All humans have parents, even if they don't know or like them.

[But another aspect confuses him.]

How does being trained into a weapon make you less human?

[wipedclean]

Yes, but they're gone.

[He doesn't remember them. They're not important.]

I'm faster and stronger than most. I can do things that others can't or won't. I don't... I shouldn't have emotions.

[He frowns a little.]

They call me a weapon and treat me as one, therefore that's what I am.

[It makes more sense when Pierce explains things.]

[muscovy]

So you have parents, but they are dead. That is different from not having parents, yes?

[That is delivered with firm certainty. Some people don't have parents, but then you would not only have to come into existence without them but also never have adopted any.

Then he tilts his head, though he is still smiling the same smile. Bucky's words remind him a bit of Rey. I should not have emotions. Monsters don't cry.]

But you have emotions. What emotions do you have?

[There are people who are.... monsters, weapons, whatever you will name it. Who become unfit to anything else but destruction and either can be used as that or become liabilities. But neither Rey nor this guy really sound like those people, and well... there are emotions like rage and disgust and lust that those people can still feel, but he didn't sound like that was the kind of emotion that he was talking about.

It's not something that he would have thought about like this two years ago, but he's since had a friend and then mother... not mother now, but still family that doesn't remember him... who had an issue in this direction. So he had to think about it.]

[wipedclean]

[The question grates at him, because he shouldn't have any emotions, really, but here... here there's nothing stopping him from having every possible emotion. There's no one punishing him for it, either.

He's not sure yet what the result has been on his effectiveness.]

I... have most emotions, I think.

[muscovy]

Do you feel pity?

[There are a lot of other emotions that are important, but especially listening to his father's songs, he got the feeling that pity would be regarded as the crucial one.]