discedo | [Action/Video] 001

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[If anyone was walking around Discedo, you'll probably spot a soldier standing against a building. That wouldn't be too unusual of a sight, except that this soldier had a giant red, white, and blue shield strapped to his back. He also didn't seem to be bothered by the rain, but he was also wearing a blue helmet with a giant A in the middle of it.

Anyway, there was a small frown on his face as he worked the communicator in his hands, obviously not used to this kind of technology. However, he'll get at least the basic video function working in a few minutes.]

Is... is this working? [Steve looked at the video feed with a somewhat confused expression. He was uncertain about using this thing in the first place, but with his enhanced abilities suddenly disappearing and the thought of the serum only being temporary because of that, he decided to use it. Besides, he wanted to find Bucky and the others as fast as possible. Sneaking around in this place didn't really get him anywhere.]

This is... Captain America. [He seemed a little awkward admitting that.] Does anyone the coordinates of our current location? Or a brief description will help as well.

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[ America's just chillin in his apartment, so he doesn't see the soldier on the street. What he does see is a new dude showing up on the communicator. Only half listening, he starts responding. ]

You've got it, man! First thing that you gotta know is that this is gonna be a long story so you're gonna wanna find a nice place to settle down that ain't full of crying zombie girls and...

And...

[ The words are catching up to him. ]

[ Realization dawns on him like the first sunrise on a newly created earth. You can see it in his expression. It's slow and shining and beautiful. ]

You're Captain America...

[ It's whispered almost like a prayer. He looks totally in awe. Seriously, Captain America is his favorite hero. A hero's hero. That's saying something. ]

[ Now there's a moment of skepticism; surely this can't be the Captain America. The Steve Rogers. And yet... that outfit. That face. That shield.

That hair. By god it is almost like America's own (if America decided to wash his hair and ever comb it in the history of ever). ]

You're Captain America?

[ BREATHES ]

Crying zombie girls...? [He doesn't understand what he was saying.]

[Although, crying zombie girls would have to wait as Steve watched the rest of America's reaction.]

Um... yes? [He can kinda hear the breathing and while that was a little odd, Steve still recognized that this guy was happy to see him. Maybe he watched one of his shows and it was nice that he didn't want to throw tomatoes at him like the soldiers did in Italy.

So, he gave one of those Captain America smiles that he made at the end of his shows.]

It's a pleasure to meet you.

[ The breathing is escalating to full-on hyperventilating. You don't understand, Steve. This isn't one of your ordinary fans. This is a guy who didn't think you existed outside of comic book panels. This is the equivalent to a kid getting a real Hogwarts letter. ]

This ain't a dream, is it?! Naw, but you can't--! Gotta pinch myself to be sure.

[ He looks like he's about to lift up his hand, but there's a flash of metal before he quickly stops and drops it. ]

Oh yeah, wait, can't. But.

[ Sentences are too hard right now. This guy is freaking out. ]

You're real, right Cap? Please tell me you're real! Tell me I'm livin' the dream man because I dunno if I can handle waking up from this one. Oh shit do I salute you?! Fuck, am I superior? I dunno, I mean, you're Captain America, but you're Captain fucking America.

I'M TALKING TO CAPTAIN AMERICA.

[ When Steve smiles his winning smile, America looks like he's about to convulse. He rummages around, limbs flailing--feel free to note his oddly shiny deathblade appendage as he does so--and manages to grab a plastic bag. It might not be the same as a paper bag, but he nonetheless starts to breathe into it to try to calm his hyperventilation.

If he keeps this up he'll probably pass out. ]

[Steve is legitimately getting worried about America's health. And it has only been a few minutes.]

Y-yes, I'm real, sir. [He gives another smile, but it's a little more awkward this time.] You don't have to salute me.

[His concern grows as he watches America breathe into a plastic bag. That can't be good. He also definitely notices the deathblade on his arm, but he'll address that later.] Sir, you shouldn't breathe into that. It will be okay, I'm not gonna disappear.

[ Having Captain America himself call him sir does nothing to help. America continues to breathe into the bag for another few moments before he starts to get lightheaded and stops. ]

Don't disappear.

[ He barely manages to keep it from coming out like a desperate plea. But suddenly he realizes that he is having an utter meltdown in front of his idol. America may be shameless in many aspects, but he has enough sense to be embarrassed about this. ]

Cap--! Sir, I'm cooler than this, I promise! Oh man no I'm not oh mannnnn.

[ He looks like he's about to freak out again and perpetuate the cycle. Then he gets an idea. ]

Wait, wait here! Hold on, I-I'll calm down and show ya what a groovy guy I can be! Just don't go anywhere and don't... I dunno, click me off! Sir! Cap Sir! Please!

[ The rarely used "please" has come into play. Only for you, Steve. He dashes away and leaves his communicator staring at the ceiling. ]

[ America comes back like ten minutes later, still visibly excited much more relaxed. Maybe he should be ashamed that he's now stoned and talking to his favorite hero.

Except he's not whoopsssss. Better than spazzing at least. ]

Sorry sir, it's just like. You're my favorite hero. Ever. Like more than Superman or Batman, and I watch the shit outta that Adam West series. And you ain't real. Uh, not... back home. In my world, anyway. Yeah.

[ The grin hasn't left his face and he's still fidgeting happily. ]

So this is pretty much the biggest thing since I've been to space, man. Er, sir. Aw man, but if I met you in space? Like if I got to the moon and you were just chillin' there waiting to save the day? I would never need anything ever again. I'd just be like, "Game over Russia. Cold War's over. You know who won? Captain America."

I'm here. [He'll do his best to reassure him.] You don't need to act cool for me.

[He feels bad for causing someone to have a meltdown like this.] And you can call me Steve... [Steve trails off as he watches America disappear from the screen. Well then.]

[He's glad that America looks more relaxed, but Steve is definitely still worried about him. Although, he looks slightly embarrassed when America calls him his favorite hero.]

I... thank you, but it really just depends on your definition of a hero. [And quite honestly, Steve didn't think he's done anything "heroic" so far.] I'm certain that Batman and Superman are good though. [Even though he has no idea who they are.]

So, you're from Earth? [He's a bit confused since he's apparently not real on this guy's planet and that he went to space... but he also mentioned Russia.] And I'm not fighting against Russia.

Steeeeeeevvv-uh. [ It's like Wall-E, but with a stupid grin and way more stoned. ]

Yeah, yeah, Earth, but there's all sorts of Earth, you dig? Like... parallel realities or something. Complicated stuff. But it ain't crazy talk. It's real. If ya don't believe me now ya sure will after you've been here a while. Oh man, just wait 'til you see the troll girl that licks everything. Now she's a trip.

[ ...wait what was he talking about again. OH. ] You're not fighting Russia. No. And... I'm not really either. Not actually. We haven't gone toe to toe yet but we're hovering over doomsday. Nuclear apocalypse is at our fingertips.

[ Okay wow he is rambling about ALL THE WRONG THINGS to his favorite person. He blinks, flushes, and stumbles over his words trying to change the topic. ]

N-never mind. Ain't anything to worry about! Sorry sir. Uh. Should probably introduce myself huh?

I'm The United States of America! The one, the only, and the best! Well... not the only, apparently there's a girl version of me in another reality, but. [ grinning sheepishly ] Pretty obvious why you're my favorite, huh? Don't worry sir-- Steve. Cap. From one hero to another, you've got the right definition for "hero" in my book!

[He probably heard of the concept of parallel realities in some science fiction book/movie. UNLESS THAT WASN'T DEVELOPED YET... but either way, Steve is trying to take all of this in without being completely confused.

He's only partly successful. He kinda got confused again at the part with the troll girl.]

Nuclear apocalypse? What's happening? [Now he's kinda frowning because wow, that didn't sound good. He's worried again and even though he might be from a different... Earth, he definitely still cares about parallel world people.]

[And now he's back to being surprised again. And confused. It's a normal state for him in Discedo so far. HE'LL GET BETTER AT THIS REALLY...] You're the United States? [He'll just think that it is a stage name, kinda like his own 'Captain America' thing to sell war bonds.]

[But he'll smile back because even though America is rambling a lot, he still seemed like a good guy.] I appreciate that, sir. I'm sure that you're a great hero in your own right too.

Nothin' I can't handle, don't you worry! Just Russia being his usual creepy Commie self and me making sure he don't hurt no one else.

[ everyone should be worried. though on the plus side the world is still okay fifty years later SO REALLY HE'S TELLING THE TRUTH HERE...

America should start explaining things about Discedo, but he's simply too overwhelmed by this meeting with his hero. And Steve called him a hero back! He needs no other validation. It's here. This is it. America can now die happy.

He doesn't realize that Steve doesn't really get that he's actually a country. But he'll get it in due time. ]

Thanks, sir, that means a lot! Ehehehe!

[ Hideous stoned laughter. Now he's just staring unblinkingly with his face almost pressed up against the screen. Behold your number one fan, Steve. It's only going to get weirder. ]

What is Russia trying to do in your Earth? [He's sure that Russia/Soviet Union is an ally during WWII, but right, parallel worlds. But Steve is going to trust America on his word.] If you need my help in any way, just let me know.

[Maybe he should check up on him. Wherever he is. He's still worried about the metal appendage he saw earlier as well.] ...Are you okay, sir? I can try to find your location.

Ruin the world. Spread Communism. Drink all the world's supply of vodka. Bug my house. Probably trying to open a portal to Hell too.

[ He nods in affirmation. Yes, this surely isn't the paranoia talking. America's about to say, Of course I'm alright! but then he realizes oh shit he has done nothing to help Steve HE IS NOT BEING A VERY GOOD HOST. COUNTRY. Thing. ]

OH! Shoot! It's me that should be finding you! I gotta bring ya over to my embassy––I mean, it ain't exactly a ticket home for obvious reasons, but it's where I am and I've kept it a safe ground for Americans and that's where you belong!

...The leaders of Russia are really trying to do all that? [He kinda expected a serious answer for his question, but America's answer was a little hard to believe. Well, part of it at least.]

I appreciate the offer, sir, but I'm not planning on staying in safe grounds for an extended time. Do you have these grounds available for everyone though? Not just Americans.

Well Russia is... [ No he's not comprehending that Steve isn't envisioning Russia as a person.

America looks a little disappointed, but really isn't in his right mind to try to convince Cap otherwise. ]

Oh sure, they're open to everyone! Those troll kids live downstairs. And there's some Americans that don't live on-base. There's houses a town over--I live there too--and there's more apartments around this city. And there's another city, but it's like half a day away. But no one really lives there.

[Steve waits for America to finish his sentence.

And he notices the disappointment. But Steve is glad that they're open to everyone (even troll kids) and not just Americans.]

I'll check these grounds. Which direction are they in?

[ It's a sentence that will never come to fruition. ]

Uh. Marshall Street. That's where my embassy is. The others are on Latimir and... Horton... and uh... there was Gohl here but it's gone now.

I dunno what street you're on so I can't give directions from there, but...

I MADE YOU A MAP!!!!!!!1

[Steve realizes that America dropped the topic, but he'll let it go for now. They're in Discedo right now with kidnapped individuals. He should focus on that.]

Marshall. Understood. [lmao I just totally forgot that Steve hasn't mentioned what street he was on.]

[Since Steve doesn't know how to text yet, let alone add pictures to a message, he's honestly a little impressed when the map shows up. It's a very basic map that really gives no details or names, but Steve isn't going to criticize him.]

It's a nice map. [At least he knows where Marshall's general approximation is. Hopefully.]

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