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[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.]
[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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