over the river & through the woods

[doggedly]

CHARACTERS: Our Intrepid Explorers (Bucky Barnes, Gavroche Thernardier, Jack Benjamin, L, Remus Lupin, Rey, Rue Lancaster, and Sirius Black)
LOCATION: UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
WARNINGS: will update if necessary
SUMMARY: an exploration with necessary details here. to seek out new life and new civilizations. to boldly go where apparently someone has already tunneled before. starters for each stage of the journey have been posted below but also please ad your own.
NOTES: BACKDATED to January 7-10

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[coldshot]

A beat passes. It's only day one; he doesn't need sleep yet, not in a way that registers, but he does sometimes since unplugging, and he will on this trip. It's easy to forget. Difficult to plan for. He's not leaving the watch to just anybody, though.

"Training?" he asks, not taking his eyes off the jungle. She's more disciplined than the others, he's noticed that much. A better fighter.

[circumitus]

It isn't much of an answer, but it's about what she could expect from someone who looks like this guy. There's an odd, familiar air about him as well.

At his question, she just shrugs a shoulder. "Something like that, yes."

Is it really training if you've had all the experience downloaded into your brain?

[coldshot]

"Something like that?" he presses, sliding an eye over to her.

Because privacy is all well and good - there sure is plenty he doesn't want to talk about, but as far as he's concerned this is a mission, and he has acceptable parameters to satisfy, and he's going to need a little more information than that to decide if they are.

[circumitus]

"Well. Own somewhere around two centuries' worth of different soldiers' memories up here." She taps the side of her head. "So, again, it's 'something like that'. As in, was able to bypass most of the actual training part."

[coldshot]

He stills. Well. Alright. That's at least double what he's got.

A nod, slight. "Still gotta practice. Teach your body all the stuff in your head." Right? His voice is gentler, not like he's grilling her anymore, just saying. He could be wrong, about how it works for her. Maybe it wasn't the way it was for him. But he's watching her now with an abrupt increase in intensity, like he's just discovered she's made of answers, if only he can figure out the questions.

"Any of 'em decent? The soldiers."

[circumitus]

"Not much of an issue. Saw plenty of action before, and spar regularly with a housemate." Though her style compared to Firo's is much different. Soldiers don't tend to fight like gangsters or vice versa.

She sighs, climbing to her feet and dusting off the dirt from her pants.

"If you're asking if they were decent fighters, then yes, of course. If you mean whether or not they were decent people... it depends."

[coldshot]

He nods. She's met his excessively high standards well enough for now.

"I hadn't thought about it," he admits. If they were decent people. "Most people aren't."

In his limited experience with both people and decency, anyway. He gives a slight, stiff shrug.

[circumitus]

She nods, understanding. Even the 'decent' people she knows has some flaws that are rather difficult to overlook. While not all of her old selves were necessarily terrible people--

"When it comes to fighting wars, you're always a monster to someone."

--there is that. And usually it's to the people you're killing.