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▶ WHO: The Winter Soldier
▶ DATE: 8/22/15
▶ WARNINGS: None yet.
▶ SUMMARY: The Soldier finds an egg. Whaaaaat?

[The Soldier has had very little to do. Without a clear handler or line of command, he's left aimless, without a mission, without a target. So he spends most of his time patrolling the compound, quietly stalking people of interest, and sitting at his vantage point with his sniper rifle.

He'd be bored out of his mind if he was allowed to have emotions like boredom.

It's on one of his patrols that he notices something a little different in the garage. There's a pile of garbage in the corner, which hadn't been there a few hours ago. It could just be garbage, and it probably is, but it's something different, and he wants to check it out.

He pokes at the pile a bit, scattering it, only to find it's been covering a large red egg.

He stares at it a momentary, then reaches out to touch it with his right hand, drawing it back sharply when he finds it's hot.

Well now.

That's strange.]

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i hope this is alright, i got sick during the event sob

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[ He'd been patrolling (also known as gathering information, his only clear cut goal in life right now) and of course, the random gift drops didn't escape his notice. He hasn't approached any—partially due to safety on his end, partially because it was irrelevant—but when he notices a man digging around in the garbage (???), he stops to watch, his SAW at rest but loaded (sorry Master Chief, he's not obeying properly). ]

What is it?

[ His voice is deep but filtered heavily through his helmet; it sounds equal parts man and machine. ]

this works!

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[He looks back at the stranger in suspicion. He doesn't trust anyone here, really. They're all potential threats.

But until he's given a reason to attack, whether that's because he's attacked first or given an order to kill, there's no reason for him to go for any one of his many weapons.]

An egg.

[He looks back at it, tentatively touches it again, then picks it up. It's heavy.]

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[ For the time being, Locus shares a similar view. Those here that do pose a threat to him aren't in this room; this man is not one of them. Not yet, anyway. ]

Do you recognise what breed of creature it's from?

[ It's nothing like he's ever seen. Even alien eggs aren't... quite like this. ]

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[He shakes his head, looking it over.]

No. I'm not... familiar. With eggs.

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[ He can't really say he is either—he can lie easily, but why... bother. ]

Is it warm?

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Yes.

[He runs his flesh and blood right hand over the surface.]

It's hot.

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Then it's alive. And hopefully unrelated to those outside.

[ Zombies don't lay eggs, Locus. ]

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[Yeah, he rolls his eyes a little.]

Those were humans. Humans don't lay eggs.

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Their sickness came from somewhere, if that's even what it is. An alien infection, possibly.

[ See, he's being serious about this. ]

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[His brow furrows.]

Could be man-made.

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[ He doesn't know which would be worse. ]

And the egg?

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[He looks down at it, then shrugs.]

No idea. Guess I'll find out when it hatches.

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If you're going to keep it, you should start thinking about what to do when it does.

[ Especially if it's an alien...................... ]

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[Koltira doesn't do much aside from patrol. Occasionally, he'll range out into the wastelands, proactively thin the herds--but for the most part, he just walks. Endlessly. Without rest, without direction.

It's on one of these walks that he comes across Bucky--and Bucky's egg. He pauses, eyebrow raised.]

You've found something.

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[He looks back, hefting the egg in his hands and standing.]

Yes.

[Not much else to say to that, really. He's still looking the egg over. It's hot, but not too hot to hold. The heat is just... surprising.]

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[Like any good dead thing, Koltira's drawn to sources of heat, of life. Almost unconsciously, he reaches to touch the egg.]

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[He glares and pulls the egg away, just out of Koltira's reach, hissing a little.]

this is a quality tag. WHAT'D YOU FIND, BOY?

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Bucky?

[Steve might not have noticed his stalker when Bucky is, you know, in the process of stalking. But Steve himself has been sticking as close as possible to Bucky in the down time between crises. Whether it's to make sure Bucky is okay or to make sure that everyone else is, Steve - well, he's not going to think about that.]

What is it?

Woof!

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[He looks back at Steve and back down at the egg in his hands, then gets to his feet and holds it out to show Steve. He doesn't say anything, and he's not really offering it, but he does feel like he should show Steve since he asked.

He still hasn't figured out who this Steve guy is to him. He's something important, most likely. That much is obvious. But the specifics are... jumbled. Scattered. In pieces.]

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[Steve reaches out to touch it and then stops, his hand poised over the - it looks like an egg? He holds out his other hand as well, nodding to the object.] May I? I'll be careful.

[It hurts to have to ask.]

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[The Soldier hesitates, then nods, and when he holds the egg out further, this time he's really offering.]