VALIANT

[frostythehitman]

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w0, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ guess who's in the home theater, wearing a more typical outfit of his (sans mask)? you win nothing for guessing right

anyway Bucky is here, holding up the Fruitendo 69 and scrutinizing it. Elsewhere in the room, his cat Alpine is making herself comfortable on one of the soft pillows. ]

[staghunt]

[ yay i love nothing! wahoo! his hands are in his slightly-oversized jacket pockets and he's just got a toothpick from the bar in his mouth that he's been chewing on. ]

What's that you have there?

[ glances at cat. acknowledges it is cat. leaves cat alone for now, she is clearly comfy. ]

[frostythehitman]

Pretty sure it's a video game.

w2; friday

[staghunt]

[ wuh-oh somebody's dead.

anyways, hello we're at the gym and he's just here to work out his inability to sit still in any way he can. ]

You want the room to yourself or you good with company?

[frostythehitman]

[ he's in here pulling at one of those big-ass cantilevered weight machines. his pace is frenetic and the weight he is pulling is. insane.

when valiant speaks up, he pauses and looks over. ]

Company's fine.

[staghunt]

Mm.

[ he is witnessing some insane gains right now and just kind of pauses to watch for a moment. but also he doesn't blame him for it, like this makes sense. this tracks. anyways wow narja's a cannibal. we don't know that yet. ]

Getting it out before we've gotta pace and run around like maniacs tomorrow?

w3, tuesday

[frostythehitman]

[ sometime before bucky's insanity...wherever we are, it doesn't matter anymore, because a trapdoor opens beneath the both of them, throwing them into a memory... ]

[staghunt]

[ memshare literally needs to be two fucking weeks long for me to swim through everyone's lore.

anyways wow what a fucking memory. val watches this, giving the entirety of the scene a sharp attention that flits between both bucky and the patriotic man he's fighting. as it winds down, his hands are resting deeply in his jacket pockets before he looks at bucky through the side of his eye. ]

... Really was hoping the whole... putting memories on display for other people thing was over...

Mind if I ask who he was? The guy you were fighting?

[frostythehitman]

You and me both...

...that was Captain America. My closest friend and partner in the war. I didn't remember him at the time that fight happened, though.

w5; monday

[staghunt]

[ we are here at the combination ihopplebees today to explore their vast, 56 page menu.

val is just staring at it in mild disbelief. ]

Anchovy Sprinkle Surprise...

[ also starting transformation week out strong/easy with doggy tail and ears today. malinois time. his tail just thumps a little on the seat. ]

... Guess that's how the foodchain goes...?

[frostythehitman]

[ also looking through the menu, now with wolf ears and tail... ]

Gasoline Gyoza...

I wonder if they ever ask themselves if this kind of food needed to be invented.

[staghunt]

Maybe some people like gasoline... do you think when someone comes here with weird food needs they just make some shit up and slap it on the menu?

w6, tuesday

[frostythehitman]

[ at the shrine, reading some of the supposed "Behind The Scenes" novelizations of them... ]

These better not be getting sold in the real world.

[staghunt]

[ paging through... ]

The Twinkinator... I hope you at least get the... what is it - royalties?

[frostythehitman]

I don't need royalties. I'd rather have my wish.

w6; thursday

[staghunt]

[ backdates but also he's coming to visit wherever he might be at some point once they are podded/healed a little bit/what have you. he's just gonna flop down near wherever he's chosen to chill out if he is even chilling out. ]

Hey.

[frostythehitman]

...hey.

[staghunt]

Rough day. Days. I don't even know.

w6, sunday

[frostythehitman]

[ activating twinkinator mode to find valiant....he has two huge bottles of whiskey in hand ]

[staghunt]

[ god the twinkinator should scare him but nothing scares him anymore because he just witnessed his worst nightmare live on television. twice.

anyways. he will be somewhere comfortable because he sure did slam himself against the barrier like a bug on a lightbulb until rawiyah knocked him the fuck out. so he looks a little dazed and his lip is split and he's in a blanket watching planet earth in the home theatre. but he's not watching, he's just staring into a corner at a chair like someone's in there. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ oh boy. oh buddy.

he was planning to just hand valiant the bottle and let him have at it but now he's not so sure that'll help. so. give him a minute. he leaves.

when he returns it's with a couple of glasses in hand and a sippy cup. he pours a glass and tests that out first, holding it out in front of valiant. ]

w7; monday

[staghunt]

[ let us continue our weird turbo bonding? he is showing up at his l'orange door with two big to-go milkshakes. hi.

he does a brief kind of wiggle of his torso (dare we say a shimmy?) and some little alcohol nip bottles clink around in his pockets. two at his hips, two on his chest. clink clink. ]

Pick a pocket, Barnes. Oh. Also, chocolate or strawberry.

[ he did not feel like getting vanilla.

anyways. he's trying to be a little more chipper. ]

[frostythehitman]

[ raises an eyebrow and goes for a chest pocket ]

Chocolate.

w7, saturday

[frostythehitman]

[ titty typhoon...he holds up his glass in greeting ]

Hey. One last one for the road, right?

[staghunt]

Hey.

[ slides up right next to him at the bar and nods. he'll reach over for a glass to pour into. ]

Yeah, let's do it.