Bucky spent almost twenty four solid hours ignoring his fatigue and the emotional toll of what had been seen, hunting down flowers with little success and more memories that he didn't want to see or be seen. He should be able to go for much longer, though. The serum should keep him running for another few days yet, but-- he feels as if he's been hit in the face with a goddamn mallet.
He looks pretty terrible, pale faced with rumpled clothes, when he finally reaches Manabu's house. He doesn't really want to have a conversation with him, perhaps not ever again. It would be nice to just avoid him forever, pretend that nobody had seen his private moments, but he can't. Not while Steve "I make friends with everyone" Rogers is in town.
[the voice comes from behind Oliver, as Manabu makes his way toward the house.
breaks? who gets breaks? Manabu doesn't get breaks. he gets dead sleep between memory tours, but the pace is relentless. Oliver, Mako, Childe...Oliver again? no offense to the guy, but he sure hopes not...
he climbs onto the porch, stopping a step away from the raccoon-eyed drifter, looking him up and down.]
...You look like hell. [pot, kettle.] Is it still happening to you?
[It seems to be happening to a huge bulk of the town, and he's come to the conclusion that there's not a whole lot he can do to keep it from happening. The flowers are too prolific, they flower too quickly and in too large numbers for him to do anything about.
He's quiet for a moment, reluctance in every line of his body.]
[with a laugh in his breath:] Yeah, you did. I didn't think you meant it, though. [with no offense to the guy, but...keeping his word wasn't something Manabu was very sure he was into. or at least, not for Manabu himself. he'll consider it a pleasant revelation.
he moves to unlock the front door, pushing through and letting the door idle open.]
C'mon. I need a drink. [water, booze, whatever...Amara probably stashed something in here he might be beyond caring about being polite to leave alone. whether Oliver follows or not, Manabu moves toward the kitchen to rummage. the basket that greeted him upon his awakening is still there, unmoved -- pilfered, but still left idle like a boring table decoration.]
[At least he can be relatively certain that stepping inside with Manabu isn't some sort of trap, and so he does actually follow him inside. It looks deceptively homey, lived in and normal, as if it weren't part of a prison in a mad dream world.
He slumps into one of the chairs at the table, watching the other man rummage. He knows he's here to answer questions in exchange for silence as regards to Steve, but he chooses a different topic of conversation to avoid it.]
How are-- are you okay? After before?
[Seeing his dad die again must have brought up some rough memories.]
[man, that's nice to ask but...why ask? Manabu rolls up on his toes to reach a high shelf and grab some glasses, settling on just tap water. if the faucet wants to come alive and start yelling at him, he'll pick beer instead.]
This place is really messed up. And people are used to it, I guess? It's messed up...
[he sets the waters down, pushing one of them toward Oliver before picking up his glass and gulping down its contents.]
[That's not really an answer, and so he can safely assume the answer is no. Manabu seems nice, a bit naïve and awkward, but he didn't deserve to have such a horrible memory flung in his face by this town. He wishes he knew what to do or say in a situation like this, how to help. But it feels like he's thinking through soup at the moment, and he's not good with words at the best of times.]
Yeah.
[Just... yeah.
He should say something else there, should keep the topic of conversation going. Except he just stares at the glass of water instead, brow slightly furrowed.]
[Manabu exhales loudly after finishing off the glass, wavering in place with half a mind to go get more before instead sinking into a chair at the table. he looks over at Oliver with a bit more lucidity in his expression -- it's easier to hard-focus on something outside of his own state of being.]
[Exhaustion is making it harder to guard his tongue, and honestly he's a little afraid. The serum has never failed him before, he knows his limits to the minute, this shouldn't be happening.]
I mean-- forget it. I said I'd answer questions and in exchange you wouldn't talk to Steve about me. So ask.
[Urgh, that's too blunt, what the hell is wrong with him?]
O-oh. [did...he say that? would it be bad to admit he doesn't remember? mayb best to just go with it.]
Um. [jeez. what to ask? about what? Manabu rubs at the back of his neck.] Well, I guess...are you using one of these? [he'll pat himself around and procure his Fluid and drop it on the table.] Like if something comes up, can I get a hold of you on that?
[If that's the only question that he has to answer, nothing about suspicious names that were nothing like Oliver in the dream, then he'll count himself damn lucky. He blinks over at Manabu slowly, surprised, but he shakes his head.]
No. I left it at the apartment I woke up in, and I don't intend to go back for it. There's probably tracking inside it, seems stupid to give the town that for free.
Mako told me that you died :( So you're probably not feeling great right now. I wanted to see how you're doing! Do you need anything??
I'm also sick :( it's really boring to be stuck in bed all day, but all those supplies you helped out with are coming in handy! People are actually coming by now!
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Bucky spent almost twenty four solid hours ignoring his fatigue and the emotional toll of what had been seen, hunting down flowers with little success and more memories that he didn't want to see or be seen. He should be able to go for much longer, though. The serum should keep him running for another few days yet, but-- he feels as if he's been hit in the face with a goddamn mallet.
He looks pretty terrible, pale faced with rumpled clothes, when he finally reaches Manabu's house. He doesn't really want to have a conversation with him, perhaps not ever again. It would be nice to just avoid him forever, pretend that nobody had seen his private moments, but he can't. Not while Steve "I make friends with everyone" Rogers is in town.
So he knocks on the door, slumping a bit.]
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[the voice comes from behind Oliver, as Manabu makes his way toward the house.
breaks? who gets breaks? Manabu doesn't get breaks. he gets dead sleep between memory tours, but the pace is relentless. Oliver, Mako, Childe...Oliver again? no offense to the guy, but he sure hopes not...
he climbs onto the porch, stopping a step away from the raccoon-eyed drifter, looking him up and down.]
...You look like hell. [pot, kettle.] Is it still happening to you?
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[It seems to be happening to a huge bulk of the town, and he's come to the conclusion that there's not a whole lot he can do to keep it from happening. The flowers are too prolific, they flower too quickly and in too large numbers for him to do anything about.
He's quiet for a moment, reluctance in every line of his body.]
I said I'd come back.
[Answer questions.]
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he moves to unlock the front door, pushing through and letting the door idle open.]
C'mon. I need a drink. [water, booze, whatever...Amara probably stashed something in here he might be beyond caring about being polite to leave alone. whether Oliver follows or not, Manabu moves toward the kitchen to rummage. the basket that greeted him upon his awakening is still there, unmoved -- pilfered, but still left idle like a boring table decoration.]
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He slumps into one of the chairs at the table, watching the other man rummage. He knows he's here to answer questions in exchange for silence as regards to Steve, but he chooses a different topic of conversation to avoid it.]
How are-- are you okay? After before?
[Seeing his dad die again must have brought up some rough memories.]
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[man, that's nice to ask but...why ask? Manabu rolls up on his toes to reach a high shelf and grab some glasses, settling on just tap water. if the faucet wants to come alive and start yelling at him, he'll pick beer instead.]
This place is really messed up. And people are used to it, I guess? It's messed up...
[he sets the waters down, pushing one of them toward Oliver before picking up his glass and gulping down its contents.]
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Yeah.
[Just... yeah.
He should say something else there, should keep the topic of conversation going. Except he just stares at the glass of water instead, brow slightly furrowed.]
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You look like you're going to crash.
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[Exhaustion is making it harder to guard his tongue, and honestly he's a little afraid. The serum has never failed him before, he knows his limits to the minute, this shouldn't be happening.]
I mean-- forget it. I said I'd answer questions and in exchange you wouldn't talk to Steve about me. So ask.
[Urgh, that's too blunt, what the hell is wrong with him?]
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O-oh. [did...he say that? would it be bad to admit he doesn't remember? mayb best to just go with it.]
Um. [jeez. what to ask? about what? Manabu rubs at the back of his neck.] Well, I guess...are you using one of these? [he'll pat himself around and procure his Fluid and drop it on the table.] Like if something comes up, can I get a hold of you on that?
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No. I left it at the apartment I woke up in, and I don't intend to go back for it. There's probably tracking inside it, seems stupid to give the town that for free.
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flatly:] Town doesn't seem need to use a phone to mess with you, you know...
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[It's just sensible to be cautious.]
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Mako told me that you died :( So you're probably not feeling great right now. I wanted to see how you're doing! Do you need anything??
I'm also sick :( it's really boring to be stuck in bed all day, but all those supplies you helped out with are coming in handy! People are actually coming by now!
[ One person came by. It's fine. ]
This is Wu by the way!
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anyway:] Are you sure youre ok
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As okay as I can be!!!! Being sick is awful. I feel like a beached eelwhale.
Are you okay??
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i dont' even know what happened for sure
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[ What he would give to not know how he died... Instead of reliving it whenever he's alone and has time to think. ]
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after that i woke up in a river sick as a dog
the rest is hard to be sure...
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That's awful!!
Did you make it home? Is anyone taking care of you?
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it was a few days ago since...still in the house
I guess since your'e laid up too theres no supply runs huh?
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did it help you?
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I'll ask Mako to bring some over to you.
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you two are pretty handy...i gotta figure out how to help out better
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