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[imfollowinghim]

[Spam for the Hallways]

[During his first flood on the Barge, Bucky had swapped powers (or lack thereof, in his case) with Ben, and had experienced what it had been like to be a fully powered Transgenic for a few days.

Being a wolf - or a dog, he couldn't really tell which he actually was and wasn't sure it actually mattered when it really came down to it - wasn't all that different in some ways. His hearing and sense of smell was better, stronger, and it was strange to adjust to, even if at the same time, he could see where it could be really useful, to always have them around. He couldn't do the vaguely disorienting telescope vision thing Ben could, but considering he was now adjusting to also walking on four legs and not having hands anymore, he wasn't all that bummed to be missing out on another thing that would just make things strange and different.

At the moment, he was looking for Ben (operating the network with paws had turned out to be too frustrating to deal with, really), wandering the halls, sniffing around trying to pick up on the trail of his inmate, and generally keeping more or less out of the way while searching for the transgenic. There was definitely a strong urge to get someone to let him into the CES so he could go running and hunt something, and to have companions accompany him in doing it, and considering Ben definitely got that whole pack instinct thing, he seemed like a decent candidate for running off and doing stuff with, assuming he wasn't stuck as a squirrel or something right now.

... Actually, that might be pretty bad. There was a definite desire to chase after small animals he was doing his best to ignore. Worse came to worst, he could always probably bother Steve or some of the other dogs to do something.]

[ooc: Bucky can communicate with anyone for the sake of clarity and sanity. Also he's technically a wolfdog, so feel free to mistake him as either a large husky/malamute/something or a proper wolf.]

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[persuadeyou]

[Natasha had been a loner sort her whole life. She had never had the opportunity to find out if she was a joiner, and that was fine with her; she liked being alone, having minimal contact, all that. So it was pretty easy to stay out of sight and earshot when she'd woken up as a freaking leopard. She wasn't even sure what she was. For a solid ten minutes, she'd thought she was a cheetah, until she tried running down a hall. This had to be karma for the big cat she'd saved Mal from, during that flood. Thanks, Admiral. Eventually, though, she leaves Clint's room and starts wandering, sniffing and watching and hunting - no, not hunting, she wasn't a fucking animal even if...technically she was. She'd stalked a few of the smaller creatures before realizing what she was doing. She had to stop that. So she found someone bigger to stalk, someone she didn't look at and think, food. It wasn't hard to figure out who the wolfdog was, though...she kind of wished it was. It was a little unsettling to realize that she knew that scent, after all. It isn't usually the first sense she uses. So she followed him, keeping low, keeping just out of sight.]

[thestarspangledman]

[Natasha's not the only one wandering around stalking people. --Though being as Steve is decidedly of the more dog-like variety than the wolf one, this is often cut short by wagging at people and saying hello.

But in any case, he, too, is on the lookout for people he knows, trying to get used to four legs and all the scents and sounds washing over him. Sure, being a super-soldier had improved his hearing considerably, but it was nothing like this. There is a scent he recognizes, however -- living with a guy for most of your life has its good points, doesn't it? So Steve gives a happy wag of his tail and rushes off, hot on Bucky's trail.]

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[charmingex5]

[All in all, Ben isn't having as much trouble with this one as he has others in the past; most people wouldn't find being a completely different species anything like familiar, of course, but then he'd already been human a couple three or four times and the feline senses are something he possesses normally anyway. In some ways he's closer on a genetic level to the wildcat he's turned into than the humans he's been - and the personality definitely fits.

Besides, this is an easy one: Ben had been poking around in the library when the flood hit, and it had been simple to hide amongst the stacks and then slip from hiding place to hiding place until he found a nice quiet corner of one of the common rooms to wedge himself under a chair. That's where he's crouched, feet tucked under him and absolutely still as he watches the other Barge denizens pass by in various states of distress, excitement, and transmogrification; and that's where he's perfectly content to stay as long as no one bothers him.

When he sees the huge dog, he knows two things at once: the feline in him wants to leave, and the vaguely familiar scent under all of it is Bucky's. His ears turn back and he lowers his head to better clear his line of sight, but Ben makes no move or sound otherwise.]

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie is a small fluffy animal that can't move very fast and just wants to get back to her room away from the bright lights.

Unfortunately she is lost, and skirting the runner board in a completely unrelated hallway.]

[canfindrope]

[If Bucky was a wolf, it was best not to question what in the world Red was; five feet tall, ten feet long, she easily doubled any natural wolf that walked the earth.

Still, there were similarities; in looks, senses - and of course smell. When she caught the scent of Bucky, she couldn't resist the urge to lope forward, a faint growl peeling back her lips as she sought out this new person.]