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@107-th
” Don’t look so surprised. “
{ he chuckled softly, patting his friend on his shoulder. Steve smiled wide and sighed softly. }
" How the hell did---- " { But he is, and he wonders how the hell he bulked up like that---grew taller. }
open - Past AU
107-th:
{ Though distinguishable, the language is one that he is certainly not fluent in, only knowing one or two words; ‘ Hello. ‘ and ' Goodbye. ’ } “ I don’t speak Russian, Miss. ——? “ { And yet, he keeps his gun up. }
[ His gun is big—especially in comparison to the handgun sitting heavy on her right side. Her grip on it was so tight her knuckles were white as bone. ]
"You are English?"
[ Her grasp on the language is rudimentary at best, but she’ll give it her best effort. The English and American are Russia’s allies. She releases her gun but keeps her hand nearby. ]
{ he lowers his weapon now upon the inquiry, sensing the mustered up anger and ruthlessness in the girl's voice recede, though not completely. her grammar is not correct, though he couldn't really judge her on that, for, as said, he knew next to NOTHING in her apparently native language. } " ---American. " { He offers a small grin at that before it diminishes in the sheer seriousness of this situation, and he hopes he didn't sound rude. }
I am the key to the lock in your house, that keeps your toys in the basemant, and if you get too far inside, you’ll only see my reflection. It’s always best when the light is off. I am the pick in the ice, do not cry out or hit the alarm. You know we’re friends till we die. And either way you turn, I’ll be there. Open your skull, I’ll be there. Climbing up the walls.
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
reblog if you do violent roleplays.
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Sgt. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
{ the marksman has to squint, though what he makes out is the stature of a man that he had known his entire life, or at least, well, the bulked up version of him. } " Steve?-- "
open - Past AU
«Tell me your allegiance or I shoot.»
{ Though distinguishable, the language is one that he is certainly not fluent in, only knowing one or two words; ' Hello. ' and ' Goodbye. ' } " I don't speak Russian, Miss. ----? " { And yet, he keeps his gun up. }
Pick on someone your own size!
SERGEANT 32557, BARNES.
The 107th. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.