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Steve Rogers ([personal profile] windowbuster) wrote in [community profile] a_musingly2016-05-11 10:02 pm
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He wasn't supposed to be out so soon during the aftermath of a storm, especially one that was as big as a hurricane. Especially not one of this magnitude. But his body, after the series of treatments containing nasty tasting potions as concocted by Erskine had worked, was strong and new to him, and he loved doing all the things that his weak and sick body couldn't do before.

One of those things were riding the still-strong waves in search of interesting human artifacts to bring back to the clan. There was always more floating around after a storm, especially the bigger pieces, from shipwrecks and things that humans have left carelessly unsecured on their ships when a storm hit. Now he's actually strong enough to bring the bigger pieces home and could go further than he could before. Some of the more interesting pieces he will keep for himself but other would be given to friends or traded for other things.

In the far distance under the sunshine that was starting to peak out from the clearing storm clouds, he spotted the glint of metal and started to swim towards it, eager to find out what his first find of the day would be.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-06-23 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The Soldier turned his head and revealed his sharp teeth at the evasive answer, a knowing grin if there ever had been one. He might not have all of his memories intact, but he knew from experience the taboo nature of just wandering around for the sake of trying out one's legs. "So you have no idea how to even blend in while on land. You'll only bring more attention to me."

And they were fast approaching land. There were the wide mat of floating debris on the surface from and the sea was more restless the closer to shore they came. He struggled less in the currents because everything was pushing towards the shore now, and he dipped closer to the sandy bottom to keep from touching the debris from the hurricane.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-06-26 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a good way for you to get captured and tortured," he replied but didn't discount the idea now that it was clear that he would be followed right up onto the land. It was an emergency situation where technically Steve could make sounds enough to warrant investigation for injury and then head off the agents that would be retrieving him. "Normally, a team is dispatched to collect me. They guard me until I can obtain my legs and then walk me to transport to be taken back to the current base of operations. I give a mission report and am checked over."

He slowed his pace only to look around for landmarks on where he was supposed to haul himself up. The briefcase would not leave his grip until he had handed it off. "I may receive a medical once over while I wait to change."
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-06-28 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not certain that will work," he replied but thought there was a chance. After all, he did not associate with his own kind much, but he was certain that he was always the prize for capture. There wasn't any specific memories associated with multiple captures, but it was an impression that he had. "Standard tac-team," he replied before glancing over. "Ten to twelve men on the ground to collect me and remove evidence I ever existed."

He swam slower in the water, sensing that they were getting closer to shore. He could breathe if he had to should his time be up. All it took was shoving through the debris with his head and taking a deep breath. "I need approximately ten minutes to dry off on sand. If there is too much debris, it will take longer."
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-07-03 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am," he replied simply. Every time he was released for a mission, he was informed on the vastness of his importance, of the service he was providing, of the people he would eventually be saving. "It shouldn't be long, so keep a weather eye out. If you decide to leave as well, so be it." He was given the impression that that was an alien concept to the other mer once committed to some course of action.

The Soldier swam to the shore, pushing through the mat of debris and dragged himself up onto the beach. It too was littered with wood, plastic, kelp and everything else the hurricane had dragged up, but he shoved around the debris until he had a spot of pure sand and began to slide in it and roll around, shedding water from his scales. He hurried as much as he could, eyes always actively searching and the briefcase not far from where he worked to leave his scaled hide behind.

Within ten minutes, they came. Ten men in military combat gear, all moving down the beach to him as if they had every single right to be there. Two carried a stretcher between them, and he hissed at the sight of it. He disliked that device more than having to be escorted off the beach on two bare legs.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-07-09 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
He flicked his tail, slapping it against the sand as if in threat, but he knew the drill by now even if he couldn't remember it. He would put up a front and the team would 'talk' him down and then bait him with food so that he could be scooped up. So he rose up onto his hips where his human half gave way to the scaled one, hissing as the men spread out around him and offered various expressions that ranged from amusement to wariness.

"Come on now, Winter," one of the men called. "Settle down and I'll give you this." A shiny necklace was held up, swinging from gloved fingers. It would be cheap, hardly worth taking, but he was always attracted to shiny things. It was a merfolk trait.

He glanced towards the water, searching for Steve even as he settled back on the sand and returned to sliding his scaled body along the beach to dry it faster. A few of the group pretended to be looking for something while the rest moved in as they always did. He slapped his tail once but it was obvious token resistance.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-07-18 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"SONUVA....!"

The Soldier twisted as one of the agents reeled back from being struck, and then he settled down on the sand as half of the agents turned to assess the situation out in the water which was still a mat of debris. Unless or until Steve rose, the other mer was hidden, but by now, the team was aware of what a merfolk could do and at least two glanced at him pointedly as if he had arranged this whole mess.

He snapped his teeth together, spotting Steve rising to throw more projectiles. The team backed away from the edge of the water, quickly coming to the conclusion that it was indeed another mer who was making efforts to dissuade them from taking him.

"Ha, Winter got himself a boyfriend this time around?"

"We'd be rewarded for bringing in another one."

"Hey, we aren't equipped to deal with more then one, and our instructions were clear on getting in and getting out fast. This data is the most important..."

"If he likes Winter so much, order Winter to go and contain him."

He curled his tail around his upper half carefully as his scales were starting to soften now that he was drying well. He glanced at the water where Steve was hailing everyone with projectiles and issued a hiss at the other merfolk, a warning and perhaps a bit of a threat. The team was both concerned with another mer around making efforts to free him but confident in their ability to contain him.

The stretcher was set down on the sand next to him as the team considered their options, most of them raising hands to avoid being hit in the face with the deadly accuracy of Steve's throwing.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-08-03 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The Soldier felt the tingle in his flesh that indicated that his softened scales would be absorbing into his flesh. He wiped himself against the sand quickly as the team was making decisions to do with Steve, and he found himself impressed with the fury of Steve's onslaught. Most of the merfolk would have tossed a few and fled, especially with these trained professionals surrounding him gave little to no ground.

"Sir, I'm getting tired of being hit. If we shoot him, we can bring him in."

He didn't like that idea and hurried through the process of gaining his legs, rising to stand naked in the middle of the team. The commander was watching the rolling waves and the bobbing debris to locate Steve, he could tell, but he still took the combat fatigues he was handed by a member of the stretcher team. He slipped them on as he normally would.

Distracted by the ocean and the mer still throwing projectiles, the team didn't realize he was attacking them until he had three dead with their throats ripped out. Two immediately backed away to give themselves room to raise their firearms at him; they unfortunately put themselves closer to the ocean waves to do so. He was busy tearing through the armor of a four cursing man.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-08-14 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
When the other mer actually attacked the agents, that was when all hell broke loose for real. Those that remained began to load their weapons and one was making a call to report the rapidly descending conditions on the beach, but he knew what the order would be. He had to be brought back to the wading pool to be conditioned again. He could not re-enter the water for enough time that would allow him recover and escape any tracking party.

He attacked the one communicating and then it came down to survival by that point. He killed the remaining agents, his body covered in their blood and soon the struggles were over and he huffed and trilled his faint bloodlust and looked to the water where the other mer was waiting in the shallows.

"I will be punished," he said in reply, walking towards the water and crouching down just beyond the gently rolling waves. "You should be on your way. I can't return to the sea for some time and I need to figure out how to remove the effects that keep me from it. They will send more men."
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-08-18 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He looked to the water and walked down the shoreline to where the waves were gently lapping at the sand, and he found himself watching this blond merman who had taken considerable risk for nothing more than to help him escape. He couldn't remember anyone ever making such a potential sacrifice for him, but there it was.

At the question, he gestured at the metal arm that was attached to the left side of his body. "To control me, they use that. It supplements the arm that I lost, but there are... checks and balances in it. Stored drugs that are released under certain circumstances," he said and sighed, rubbing a hand through his long hair. "Changing will take too long. If you insist on following me, we have to move away from this area." He pointed off down the beach. "I'm going to make my way down to that lighthouse half a mile away. If you're there and on the beach trying to change, I will let you come with me. If not, go back to your family."
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-08-29 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Persistent. Annoyingly persistent. Maybe a little welcomingly persistent. Just a little. He sighed heavily and decided not even the bother telling Steve off for abandoning the sea for someone like him who had long ago lost the right to any manner of sympathy. Instead, he could only shake his head as Steve trilled promises and headed off towards the lighthouse to change and wait for him.

A part of him knew he should turn and walk in the opposite direction and probably deeper inland. It would take Steve time to figure out the deception and by then he could be in the human world.

Instead, he found his feet taking him in the very direction that he had said he would go. It was slow going, and he stopped frequently to stretch his shoulders from stiffness setting in from the bruising. He also stopped to survey the area for signs that he was being followed and to double back in order to hide his tracks. It took longer, but it was worthwhile in his mind as he finally picked his way to the lighthouse and looked around for signs of the other mer.
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-09-05 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He approached the site carefully, picking his way down to the beach and spotting the blond out of the water and so close to obtaining legs and he crouched down next to Steve, observing the process quietly. Steve was going to be tall, he realized, taller than he was and was powerfully muscled enough to be impressive to human kind.

The crass call of the gulls meant little to him, but he turned his head to watch them a moment. There were other birds that were better observers to a possible attack, but none of them happened to be present. They were on their own. "Are you always this stubborn and persistent or does it have something to do with me?"
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-09-14 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
He blinked at the greeting, not used to such regard from his own kind and certainly not welcomed to see them again. Grudgingly, he lost some more of his irritation at Steve's insistence of coming with him and at his own want to have another with him. It could be a good adventure and at worst, Steve returned to the sea if it became too dangerous.

"I can say the same thing," he replied grudgingly. "I'm unique even among our kind. Your fascination could get you hurt, you realize?"
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[personal profile] disassembling 2016-09-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighed, resisting the urge to rub his forehead; it was clear that Steve was going to follow him around regardless and now that he had acted out against his masters, there was no turning back. His limited remembered experience with his own kind left him watching as the blond prepared to follow him into unknown danger without even considering or caring for the consequences. It was a loyalty that he couldn't say that he deserved and yet he was warming to the idea.

"I don't enter the water or interact with my own kind often," he agreed because he recognized the life of danger in the sea but didn't put much stock into it. He blinked much the same at the question, tilting his head to the side as he considered the question. That was... not something that he ever had to worry about. "Steve, I'm... well, to be honest, they don't exactly call me anything but 'Soldier', and I don't... remember the name my mother gave me."

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