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“please. it’s alright. the city is safe, none of the fallen will find their way in here.” she offers kindly as she guides people into the city. she can’t even imagine how it must feel, to finally find somewhere safe to hide from the hoards on the surface, but from what she’s seen over the past three years, people often doubt whether or not they’re really safe here. or anywhere, truthfully.
all she can do, though, is offer them as much assurance and security as she can. “if you make your way to the town centre, you’ll be given a place to stay, and some food.” letting out a soft sigh, diana’s smile fades a touch as she watches them leave. “thank you for bringing them here. we’ve tried finding as many survivors as we can, but.. it’s difficult, as you can imagine.”
the resiliency of the human race will never cease to amaze him. three years after the equation and these people he’d brought in with him were still alive and had managed it on their own too... until the need for medical attention won out over survival. getting the group out and to the city hadn’t been easy, he was sporting a limp and a broken ankle for his troubles, but a quick nap and some coffee would fix that right up. he might not be immune to the equation’s effects but the serum would fix his ankle up likely before he could even kick his feet up to relax. “ the pharmacy was completely looted but they were in some underground bunker. guess it pays to be a crazy conspiracy theorist. ” the world might not have ended in a rapture, or some kind of Y2K / 2012 type disaster, but this was right up there in the realm of doomsday / end of days type scenarios. “ i’m just glad we got them here before the hordes got them. they’ll be safe here. ”
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( sebastian stan, 100+, he/him ) - are you ready to fight for your world, BUCKY BARNES? through everything that’s happened in the world, you’re known to go by THE WINTER SOLDIER and have been said to be DETERMINED and UNYIELDING. over the past three years, you could be located at WONDER CITY and word out there is that your abilities include SUPERHUMANLY ENHANCED STRENGTH, SPEED, REFLEXES, HEALING, STAMINA, AND AGILITY, A CYBERNETIC ENHANCED LEFT ARM, AND EXPERT ESPIONAGE/MARKSMAN/TACTICAL SKILLS. seems like that’s going to help you survive this apocalypses. ( c, 21+, she/her, ast ).
james buchanan barnes was born in 1917. he was a good student and fairly athletic, though his school record probably wasn’t great. when he befriended steve rogers as children, beating up bullies that tried to mess with him became a pastime. steve was a scrapper, always ‘had ‘em on the ropes’ but james — better known to friends and family as bucky — was the kind of person who couldn’t sit back and watch the people he loved hurt. they were inseparable and the majority of bucky’s happy memories all include steve. the unhappy ones too probably, considering steve’s health wasn’t great when they were young and he probably worried about him 24/7.
he was idealistic when he enlisted and was assigned to the 107th in 1943. he was young, all smiles and charm, and really believed in the cause. or believed that he believed, which rounds out the same in the end. he was a waterweight champion prior to enlisting and was given sniper training shortly after he got his papers. from there, everything went from sort of good to bad. his regiment were kidnapped by hydra and he was experimented on by a scientist named zola. they injected him with a walmart brand supersoldier serum, trying to replicate the success that they had with captain america, but his regiment was rescued and he vowed to fight against hydra by steve’s side.
on a mission, fighting alongside steve — newly super serum’d up and way buffer than he remembered — he was blasted from a train car. he was clinging to the railing that gave way moments before steve could grab his hand. he was assumed dead as he fell a significant drop. the serum is probably what saved him and gave hydra the perfect opportunity to grab him. he was experimented on extensively and technologically upgraded with a cybernetic arm to make him even more deadly. hydra brainwashed him, implanted code words and conditioning with triggers, so they could control him and make him the perfect weapon.
in his past, in and out of cryo, he trained natasha romanoff in the red room. there were a number of super soliders, other projects that were deemed failures or too unstable to function, but the black widows were the soviet’s baby so to speak. up until recently, he didn’t remember anything about his time in the red room. or the time he shot a mark through natasha. awko.
over the next 70 years, they’d pull him in and out of cryofreeze, wiping his memory between missions, to have complete a series of prolific assassinations and missions. he became a ghost story, referred to in whispers in the intelligence community as the winter solider, and was known to be extremely deadly.
bucky continued to operate as an hydra asset until the fall of hydra within s.h.i.e.l.d. in 2013. his programming was starting to fail, triggers from his former life waking up parts of him that he’d thought were long gone, and he was starting to remember things. the man on the bridge. i remember him. he pulls steve out of the river after the helicarrier crashes, visits the exhibit at the smithsonian, and then disappears. it takes years for him to sort through his memories, writing things down frantically in notebooks as quickly as they appear in case they disappear again. on top of the horrific memories of the things he’s done, the people he’s hurt, he has blanks and gaps that he doesn’t know how to quantify. so he hides, he stays off shield and the governments radar, and he tries to figure out who and what he is. that is, until his picture’s on the news, steve’s crashing back into his life, and there’s another fight to be fought. except this time, it’s over him. and he’s not sure he deserves it.
this is getting really sad so i’m moving on. anyways. after the events of civil war, when nemo used his conditioning to turn him against the people he cared about, he knew he was a liability. until they could fix him, figure out a way to condition his brain back to normal, he went into cryofreeze again in wakanda. a year, maybe a little more, and he’s out. he has a new arm, which he refuses to wear initially, and his mind’s clearer than it’s been in years. the memories still come and go, the journaling never stops, but at least now he has a clear picture of what’s real and what was implanted by hydra. he knows, in an abstract way, who he is again. what he is, however, is up for debate.
anyways yes he spent some time in wakanda trying to heal, figure out what comes next, and just take a breather. everyone he knew before is dead, the people he cared about he hurt, and there’s so much blood on his hands he practically drowns in it. ( do i think he stayed out in a hut because his nightmares prompted violent shouts sometimes and he was embarrassed? yes. does he still have them? sometimes. ) shortly before the equation, steve smuggled him back in the states when he felt confident that he was no longer a danger to the people around him.... and after, when the world was fracturing, his past crimes didn’t seem to matter so much.
what have they been doing in the last three years?
ever since the equation, bucky’s been on the ground in wonder city and the surrounding areas. sometimes he helps get refugees into the city, or goes on missions to find resources; whatever he can do to be helpful. he has a stockpile of coffee and is always happy to share it with friends. it was his first priority when the world started going to shit and he has a massive stock now. #priorities.
his ptsd, however, hasn’t fared so great in the apocalypse. he suffers from mild dissociative episodes where he’ll retreat into himself, disappearing for hours or even days at a time.
oh and because he has a walmart version of the super soldier serum pumping through his veins, he’s semi-resistant to the anti-life equation. he can be infected but his body will gradually fight it off within a few hours. he’s been infected twice and thankfully the casualties were minimal. so while he takes more risks than the average person, he’s very conscious of how lethal him getting infected could be.
how will they react to having the others come back from earth-2?
he understands why the heroes had to leave, even if he doesn’t necessarily agree with the choice. this world was wartorn, it needed them, and he’ll always wonder if more people could have been saved if they’d had more help. he’s never wanted to be in the fight but for all the hurt he’s caused, all the pain, he figures staying behind in a ravaged city is a good step towards retribution.
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you can’t be surprised. we’re both made of similar stuff.
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SEBASTIAN STAN in CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014). Dir. by Anthony and Joe Russo.
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〔 ZENDAYA, 20, CISFEMALE 〕╰ LOURDES NOEL “ LOLO ” DE LA CROIX just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of HADES who was claimed five years ago ? i’ve heard chiron say that she is PERSUASIVE & DECISIVE , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they’d say they’re EGOCENTRIC & DISSONANT . i’d say they remind me of the (wo)man behind the curtain masquerading as the great wizard, chipped black nail polish accentuated by dozens of rings, the kill by halocene, and kisses that taste like sour skittles , especially since they’re FOR THE NEW CABINS . ( ✎ c , 21+ , she/her , ast . )
lourdes, or ‘lolo’ to her friends, was raised by helena de la croix. originally from france, her mother moved to the states for university. she was twenty five when she met hades and she fell for him hard. she knew exactly who he was, and what having a child with him meant, and she was basically a groupie for the gods. she worshipped the ground hades walked on and never judged him for walking away and not being a part of their life. she knew, one day, he’d come back and she always maintained that. so much so that lolo believed it too. it was why she was always so bound and determined to make him proud, to ensure that when he did return, she was the perfect daughter.
her mother was sort of a free spirit. she worked a bunch of odd jobs, never really stuck with anything, at least until lolo started developing her abilities. as a child of hades, she could summon souls and communicate with the dead. her mother found a way to monetize that as they started working festival and carnival circuits. she’d be behind the curtain, a bluetooth piece in her ear, and she’d give her mother all the information she needed to seem like a gifted medium. it was all real, it just wasn’t her mother’s gift. from a young age, it became her responsibility — her abilities — that kept the family afloat.
when she was fourteen years old, her mother passed away. she’d sensed it coming, like a sword of damocles hanging over their heads, so by the time it happened there were no tears left to cry. she was emotionless as they lowered her body into the ground, even more-so when she entered the foster care system. it wasn’t long after, almost like he was watching, that her father claimed her. shortly after that she arrived at camp half-blood and the rest, as they say, is history.
at the camp, she became resentful of the fact that hades — one of the big three — didn’t have his own cabin. staying in the hermes cabin, with the other rejects, put poison in her veins and an anger — a rejection — that turned into hate. when the gods were forced to claim their children and other cabins were finally built, she felt that wrongs had finally been rectified. she is pro-cabins because, as far as she’s concerned, it should have existed all along.
personality wise, she’s very self-centered and focused on what situations can benefit her. if she’s helping you, it’s for purely selfish intentions. she’s always had a false sense of power, of believing she could be more than she was, so she’s the type of person who attracts and gravitates towards likeminded people. she’s very driven, borderline bossy, and doesn’t have much tolerance for weak, meak, or cautious people. she’s her own worst critic and often gives others the same tough, brutally honest, critiques she’d give herself.
tldr: she’s a textbook bitchy slytherin who thinks she’s hot shit and idolizes hades.
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EUPHORIA (2019- )
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W, JADE
“ speaking from experience? ” it’s true, and it’s not. she’s discerning, only allows those she deems somehow worthy close to her. she’s the first to laugh genuinely in a quiet room and the last to admit she cares. but kit is an exception to everything. ( and everyone. ) kit has worked her way over every hurtle, through every leap and bound their relationship has endured. kit could wake up at noon and eat all of their cereal without so much as a glance her way and she would still look at her as though she hung the moon. yes, she can acknowledge that wasn’t always entirely healthy, how quickly kit became impossible to replace. she thinks if their relationship never evolved she would’ve ( eventually ) had to let her go. ( ansem surely would’ve pushed her, would’ve told her she deserved better. she thinks he still might’ve wanted to a few times. ) but they did. her legs spread just slightly, encourage the gentle touches that she would have been awestruck by years ago. now, if she catches her when she’s distracted, she thinks kit looks at her like she’s hung the moon too. “ damn. that has to be a crowd pleaser. ” her fingers itch to reach out and feel her, do what she really only does in the confines of their room. she doesn’t but she does form a plan instead. “ we should come here more often. ”
“ if there was a n.e.w.t in jade warbeck, yeah, i’m pretty sure i’d do alright. ” she’s actually quite sure she’d ace it, but she’s not sure she wants to shine a light on that right about now. there’s a line they tiptoe around and neither one of them seems eager to step over: LIKE A GAME OF CHICKEN. ( SHE’S NOT GOING TO BREAK FIRST. ) she retracts her hand just long enough for jade to miss it, sipping from her drink as she shrugs her shoulders. “ i guess so. i didn’t take a survey. ” unconsciously, her hand finds its home a little higher this time; straddling the line between affectionate and obscene. ( this line she has no problem crossing. ) there’s nothing about this place in particular: a crowded pub with mediocre drinks and mediocre entertainment. no one’s going to be singing its praises in the prophet. she thinks it’s less about the place and more about the sentiment so she refrains from commenting. instead she shrugs, tips her head in jade’s direction as her upper lip twitches. “ yeah, maybe. ”
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B, AMELIA
Amelia had been tied up at her desk for what felt like days. The department of magical law enforcement had been relatively busy, meaning that it felt like she’d hardly gotten the chance to see, let alone, talk to many other people unless it was related to the pile of ever growing paperwork on her desk. She had been busy scanning over the latest document when she noticed a figure hovering close by. Glancing around, she couldn’t see any of her co-workers who the person may have been waiting for, so that just left herself to figure out what they wanted.
“I hope you’ve got a reason, or at least got a good excuse, for loitering about these hallways.” She called out to get the other persons attention.
it’s not in her nature to admit defeat but wandering the floors of the ministry for the last hour might just challenge that. while she knows the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures is on the fourth floor, it’s not abundantly clear whether or not that’s the floor she got off at. ( she’d been, admittedly, distracted by the paper airplanes zooming past her head as she stepped off of the lift. ) she’s just about convinced herself to ask for help, nature be damned, when someone beats her to the punch. not surprising, perhaps, considering she’s been loitering for merlin knows how long at this rate. “ i’ve got a reason. ” comes her easy answer. “ whether it’s good or not is up for debate. ”
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W, JADE
she’s become a master of pushing her luck. toeing the line between affection and suffocation. ( in kit’s case. ) she knows, by that measure, that she probably shouldn’t be here. kit gets out enough, detests people she doesn’t know, and crowded environments. logically, she has no reason to be here. unless she was attempting to get away from the family unit they’ve ended up as. ( she doesn’t blame her. she likes to think she understands kit on her terms. ) this balance they’ve cultured works because it has boundaries. like inconsistent nights out, never having an honest conversation about how they feel, treating every nuance that came with progress as just another part of their lives. she’s not unhappy, quite the opposite. but she’s also selfish and has missed kit more this week than she can count. ( or than she cares to; she doesn’t think she’d like the answer. ) she takes her seat back beside her, slides into it comfortably, a now refilled glass in her hand. “ high praise. ” she notes, offers it with a wink, and takes a sip of her beer. “ i like them. ”
her features don’t betray any acknowledgement that jade’s joined her. it’s her hand that turns traitor, sneaking its way into her lap to rest on her thigh. it’s a little concession, in lieu of a smile or friendly greeting, that suggests that yes, she is happy to see her. ( it’s not in her NATURE to come right out and say as much. no. she operates in half-truths, thinly veiled displays of affection, and insults supported with smiles that meet her eyes. it’s how they operate: how they are. ) “ of course you do. ” her words are light, no heat between them as her thumb traces circles against the inside of her thigh. “ you’re easily impressed. it’s not like it’s a challenge. ” that’s — not exactly true, for the record, but they both know that. “ you missed the one about the dementors tap dancing over their grave. REAL VIVID IMAGERY. ” upon further reflection, shit, she might actually like them. ( there’s a FIRST for everything. )
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C, ALECTO
Alecto wasn’t the kind of person who had friends, not in the sense most people had friends, ever since she was a little girl having a friend meant having someone who would keep your shenanigans secret, and it evolved into someone who would help you get rid of any incriminating evidence as she grew older. But she was good at faking, faking going out for a coffee, or lunch, or drinks after work with her coworkers. Kit was reserved for Alecto’s taste, but she was of the few Alecto actually liked. So here she was in this pub with a live band, making her way to the table in the back, brightly colored drink in hand -that’s how Alecto felt, a brightly colored drink who gave you a sense of security but if you lower your guard you’ll regret it. “Not that bad? They are good, good enough to make up for the fact that I cannot dance to this music” Alecto enjoyed dancing, it had more to do with the attention she got than actually enjoying the beats, “so what kind of thing do you like?” Alecto asked not being one for small talk, but that’s what you do when you go out for drinks, right?
it’s a loaded question. someone who didn’t know her very well would probably say she didn’t like anything, which was partially true, but those who knew her best knew there were a few things she couldn’t find fault in. cereal, for one — especially if it was someone else’s cereal, and the silver liquid poured into her glass. she raises it, wrist twisting slightly. “ tequila. i love tequila. ” she’d say more than she loves most people but it’s more like — definitely more than people. people are awful. “ — and dragons. ” which is why she’s here making nice with alecto, rather than at home making fun of ansem’s vinyl collection, or laughing at jade’s latest potion snafu. they both like dragons, and getting drunk, so she figures if she’s going to try this whole FRIENDSHIP thing — WHO BETTER TO START WITH ? “ let’s be thankful no one’s dancing. i think we’re the youngest people in here. " her lips twitch, amused. “ factor in a dancefloor and the night might end at st. mungos for half of this lot. ”
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