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[Bucky sounds a little more level than he did in his last post, back to his normal, not oh god I suddenly have superpowers self, and he sounds more vaguely amused/annoyed by the flood than anything else.]

I guess as far as first floods go, that coulda been a lot worse. [And that's all he really wants to say on the subject for right now, if that's cool with the rest of you.]

[Private to Ben]

Hey, kid. I've got your file. [And he's thumbed through it a little and holy shit, your life :|] You got anywhere you wanna meet up and talk? [He figures you're likely to agree to whatever he asks you to do, right off the bat, but he wants to give him the option to pick where he'd like to sit down and talk about stuff.]

[Private to Steve]

I think your friend Nicole has a crush on me.

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[He's been waiting anxiously for this, both with curiosity and with dread. There's nothing like hope in him. Only a desire for some kind of familiarity, even if it's just that of a commanding officer being in complete control of his life.

Predictably, and fairly promptly even, his voice completely blank and even:] I am available to report to a designated location.

[Sigh sigh sigh fine.] Up on deck work for you? Fifteen minutes?

[Oh Bucky what did you get yourself into.] Yessir.

[It had, briefly, occurred to him that maybe he should just kill Bucky and take his file; it could certainly only be helpful to know how complete it is, how far Manticore had actually gotten with their investigation into him both before and after his unit escaped. If there's anything on this new organization's agenda for him in there. But he's surrounded by enemies, alone, with no exit strategy - it would be a shortlived satisfaction to finally know, and rather than just kill him, they might remand him for testing or feed him to the Nomlies.

So fourteen minutes later, Ben and his crutches are making their way methodically around the perimeter of the deck, politely wary as he looks for the man he remembers introducing himself days before as "Bucky."]

[There was definitely some pretty impressive eyebrow raising when Bucky read through his file, because holy shit, kid, you had a lot of stuff you were going to need to work through. And honestly, Bucky wasn't really sure he was the guy for the job. He wasn't a therapist, he didn't know the first thing about rationalizing with a serial killer. If they were back home and he was "assigned" to someone like Ben, he was likely to just shoot him and go on to the next target.

So he sort of felt like he was a little in over his head.

That said, he was willing to give it a shot, and he wasn't about to just throw in the towel on the first assignment he ever got here. So he was waiting on deck for Ben, still wearing his regular army uniform, and turns towards him when he sees him coming, taking in the crutches and cast again.]

How's your knee?

[Quite frankly, shooting him would probably be kinder; unfortunately it would also, here, be only a temporary solution and likely to exacerbate the situation. Besides, he's calm enough anyway, he hasn't caused any problems with the exception of one fight in a hallway that he had to be provoked into and also gained permission to participate in, and stopped as soon as it was over.

All in all, not the most disruptive serial killer ever, really.

He's wearing a grey t-shirt and his black BDU pants, and as soon as he sees Bucky, he moves over and stops at a polite distance, drawing himself up to loose attention. He's adapted to the crutches like they're not even there anymore.]

Sir. Chief Medical Officer McCoy will remove the cast in two days. It no longer hurts at all.

[He was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt for now, but Bucky would be watching him like a hawk for the most part. And it didn't seem like it would be difficult to figure out when he had killed someone, taking out the teeth was sort of a calling card.

So he nods, not really sure how much he's on board with Ben really treating him like a superior officer. It's not unusual, not really, considering he'd been a Sergeant and not just a private or something, but it still wasn't like he'd been in charge. When they were under fire, no one had to listen to him, even if he'd been pretty good at determining when was a good time to run and when to hunker down in the foxhole.]

That's good. Were you affected by the flood?

[He had his suspicions, really, but it never hurt to double check/try to poke him into talking more than just a sentence or two at a time.]

[Ben only has a specific selection of modes for how to react to other people; Bucky isn't a unit mate or another transgenic, and he's not a civilian. He isn't, yet, marked as a dreaded and scorned Nomlie. That leaves superior officer and, if the file is anything to go by, could be either good or bad.

He's certainly, after all, not Zack.]

I can't say for certain, sir. I... [And here he does falter because he'd hated feeling slow and stupid, and he has no context for what he had liked. He knows what was supposedly going on thanks to the network, but as for how he felt himself?] It's possible. My abilities were severely impaired and, in some cases, completely absent. I did not seize until it was over. [Another hesitation, and he amends carefully, and not without a certain amount of focused attention on Bucky for a reaction to the very last part.] It's likely, but I can't confirm. My abilities are still impaired. [ :| ]

Edited 2012-07-18 02:13 (UTC)

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