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eachdraidh2014-07-08 12:03 pm
starspangled) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-08 12:03 pm
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Looks like there's shortcuts now. Good to know, and I'm sure it makes my horse a lot happier.
[Because carrying around this big solid man for weeks isn't a graze in the pasture. Steve's reached a new destination though, with the help of a fairy ring or two. There's a lot of hustle and bustle behind him, the background so different from the rest of this world that it's obvious where he is. The effect is a lot like when he crashed through a wall and into the new and improved(?) Times Square.]
I think we were supposed to leave cakes for the fairies, except I didn't have any. I don't have much at all right now.
[His brow furrows at that. His plain white t-shirt is easy to see, and a glimpse of soft blue pants isn't impossible either. Yeah, he's been travelling from the other Court in his pajamas.
But at least he still has his shield.]
My name is Steve Rogers. I come from Earth, and I grew up in Brooklyn. I joined the Army, and I've been in a war before, so I thought I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. What I've found are people on both sides who really don't wanna fight. So I don't care if you're Seelie or Unseelie, if you're out there and you need help, I'll do whatever I can to help.
[To the absolute delight of travelling best buddy, no doubt. Steve starts to close his locket, before thinking of one last small detail.]
Oh, and for anyone who's been to the Station before, do you know where they sell shoes?
[Because carrying around this big solid man for weeks isn't a graze in the pasture. Steve's reached a new destination though, with the help of a fairy ring or two. There's a lot of hustle and bustle behind him, the background so different from the rest of this world that it's obvious where he is. The effect is a lot like when he crashed through a wall and into the new and improved(?) Times Square.]
I think we were supposed to leave cakes for the fairies, except I didn't have any. I don't have much at all right now.
[His brow furrows at that. His plain white t-shirt is easy to see, and a glimpse of soft blue pants isn't impossible either. Yeah, he's been travelling from the other Court in his pajamas.
But at least he still has his shield.]
My name is Steve Rogers. I come from Earth, and I grew up in Brooklyn. I joined the Army, and I've been in a war before, so I thought I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. What I've found are people on both sides who really don't wanna fight. So I don't care if you're Seelie or Unseelie, if you're out there and you need help, I'll do whatever I can to help.
[To the absolute delight of travelling best buddy, no doubt. Steve starts to close his locket, before thinking of one last small detail.]
Oh, and for anyone who's been to the Station before, do you know where they sell shoes?
i got u, dude.
[ minus the giant acid spitting worms or whatever and the cows that transport you all over the place, of course.
bucky smiles again, head tipped to the side. ]
As fine as it's gonna be in a place like this. [ he jerks his thumb over his shoulder. ] Come on. Let's to find a place to clean up.
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[Steve slaps his shoulder, gives it a squeeze and a silent promise that everything will be fine, worms and cows and all.]
I hope they have tubs and showers. I could use a good soak.