hadriel_logs | Event Log: Keepsakes

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.

Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!

Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.

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[He considers, briefly, that maybe Will is Hydra, and that's why he's at the chair. But that thought is quickly corrected when Will speaks.

He moves forward, fast, right up in Will's space without touching him, growling again.]

Get away from it.

[It's... important. It shouldn't be touched. It should be hidden away, in a safe place, where it's safe to go through pre and post mission procedures. This isn't one of those places, out here in the open, where anyone could get at it, where anyone could disturb his cycle of preparation and forgetting.]

[ Despite his job back home, Will had a strong dislike for confrontations. So the second Bucky was all up in his space, face to face and practically snarling his words, it was safe to say Will felt threatened. Avoiding eye contact, Will slowly raised his hands up by his chest, showing Bucky that he was unarmed and meant no harm. ]

Is it yours?

[ He asked in a curious tone, more interested in finding out what exactly it was and why Bucky was being so territorial about it. He's seemed different when they'd meat earler. Bucky was full of questions and seemed to desire being given a mission, something to do. So why the change now? It was just a chair, what could it possibly mean to him.

Will furrowed his brow and looked over Bucky's expression. He was in pain, emotionally, something deeper seeded. Observing the man before him, Will started to understand bits and pieces. Lowering his hands to his side as well as lowering his voice. ]

... It shouldn't be out in the open like this. You need to be alone with it... But why?

[Will put up his hands and he quieted some, taking a step back and looking away, back at the chair. He put his right hand on the back of the seat, feeling it with his skin, barely holding back the shiver it caused.]

Mine.

[But that's not quite right. He shakes his head, amends himself.]

Not mine. But for me.

[His hands trace every piece of machinery, remembering what it does to him.]

They use it on me. So that I'm ready for missions.

[ How interesting. Will was concerned by Bucky's expression, or well the lack of it really. He took a few moments to gather his thoughts before talking. ]

May I sit in it?

[ Still cautious and careful with how he spoke, his tone, volume and content. The last thing he wanted to do was to spook Bucky and have him blow up in his face. But he wanted to know what exactly it was used for. Sure, he'd sat on it for a second earlier when he found it, but that was before he knew of Bucky's attachment to it. ]

Or you can, if you like?

[The thought of someone else in the chair stings him, and there's a sudden spark of terror. He shakes his head.]

No. It's just... for me.

[He hesitates, but after a moment he sits down, leans back, his arms on the rests, where they should be, though the restraints lie open.

He breathes. Deep breaths. His eyes close.

But of course nothing happens. He knows it won't. There's no technicians to run the thing.]

[ Will wasn't sure exactly what was going on, or why Bucky was acting this way over a chair... But he could know, and he would in just a moment. As Bucky sat there, lent back and eyes closed, Will removed his glasses, took a step to the back and to the side then closed his own eyes.

He imagined a pendulum of light, ticking and toking as it swayed, slowing things down and aiding Will in going deeper into his own mind, his imagination and tapping right into the empathy that plagued him.

I listen and obey. My will is not my own. I'm your weapon, it's all I know. They should fear me. I'm the one who takes life without mercy, without question or discrimination. This is all I know, my memories pain me and so does this chair. I am the soldier, I bring death. This is my design.

The internal monologue went on in Will's head for a few moment before he opened his eyes. Taking a breath as he Bucky's mind had pained him. ]

You should hide or remove this... Someone could find it and take advantage of it.

[He opens his eyes and frowns at Will.]

They'd have to get me in it first.

[And no one can do that but Hydra. He won't let them. It may be a part of the routine, but it's a routine that can't happen with anyone else.]

[ Will gave a gentle look in return to Bucky's frown. He didn't want to make him feel uneasy, but felt it only fair that he pointed something out...]

... You got in it for me, didn't you?

[ will wasn't Hydra, he was far from what they believed in and had he known what and who they were, he would have been trying his hardest to save Bucky from them. ]

[Well. Okay. Point taken. He grunts softly and stands up, in no hurry.]

You don't know how it works.

[That much was painfully obvious even from a distance.]

I disagree.

[ Will argued, despite the feeling that he should just drop the subject. ]

I believe this is, in fact, a tool. Away and means of controlling you, mentally as well as physically. I don't know who or why they used it on you, but I know it was far their own agenda... You're separated from them and believe me, I know how it feels to be away from something or someone that uses and abuses your body and mind for their own design.

[ He wanted to tell Bucky he as safe here, but he didn't know if that was true or not. What he did know however was that he felt he could help Bucky a little. ]

[He frowns at Will, not really fully understanding how he knows.]

But you don't know.

[Theory and practice were two different things, after all.

He's tense, anxious, suspicious. Sitting in the chair, he can almost hear his Hydra handlers speaking, telling him there can't be any witnesses. It's not an order or a mission, it's an echo of a memory, but it still has weight.]

[ Bucky had all the telltale signs of a broken man. And God knows Will liked to try and fix broken toys.

It was upsetting to watch, Bucky's reaction that is. The way he seemed too eager to hear a voice in command. What must they have been doing to him? Will, for once, didn't know what to say, not exactly. So, he said the next best thing, he'd ask the kind of thing Hannibal would ask him. ]

You're right, I don't know. So then, tell me about it? How does it make you feel?

Event Log: Keepsakes

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