Nicholas Bauer ⋆ James "Bucky" Barnes (somelostsoldier) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-09-01 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | loren olson, nicholas bauer, troy olson |
Who: Nick Bauer & Troy Olson, with a side of Loren Olson
What: Loren's plans are foiled, Nick has a more eventful day than planned, and Troy finds a new recruit.
Where: Streets of New York City
When: Friday, August 31, 2018; afternoon
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, anything else TBD
Weird shit happened in New York City; that was a fact that Nick had known since he was old enough to realize that not everywhere was like the city he'd grown up in. That had been the normal kind of weird though—the human kind of weird. Nick had grown up used to bizarre street performances and the ranting of the drunk or drugged up and he didn't think he'd be able to really feel at home in a place where the streets were quiet.
In a way he'd even gotten used to the other kinds of weird that were part of daily life now that Reincarnates were out in the spotlight and didn't have to keep their affairs under wraps anymore. It was almost nothing to see a supervillain doing their thing right out in the open. It was on the news and the aftermath of it spilled out onto the sidewalks Nick used to walk home at night. He'd never seen it in person, not really. It'd gotten close a couple times while he was tracking down that last socialite he'd been bodyguarding, the one with the bow and arrows and the bad attitude. Nick hadn't been able to get out of that job fast enough when he realized what being that kid's bodyguard would mean. Sure, he could have kept up with the vigilante action. It was the bad attitude and the way he'd treated those girls that he worked with that had really gotten under Nick's skin.
It wasn't that Nick was really avoiding running into the Reincarnate kind of weird, it was that it seemed to be avoiding him. Like the whole world decided that Nick didn't need to be part of the grander world of superheroes... and sure, he could have looked them up if he really wanted to. Thing was? Nick knew he wasn't a hero. He was an idiot who happened to have a hero in his head, a guy who'd willingly taken a job doing what he knew was the wrong thing and who had too many skeletons in his closet to ever do Bucky's name justice.
The Bucky Barnes one. Not the Winter Soldier one. Bad as he'd been, Nick figured that he was still doing a little better than that.
So yeah, in a way, Nick was kind of used to weird. He was thirty-five years old and it took more than a little action blocking traffic to make him look twice. What did make him look twice though? When that action happened to be a small army of... well...
They were ugly, some of them a strange dark blue and the rest pale as a corpse; their bodies were swollen and they stank. Nick didn't want to put a name to what they looked like—that was a little too much even for his weird tolerance—but he knew one thing: they didn't belong in New York.
"Fuck," he muttered, planting himself to stand still while the rest of the crowd on the street ran away. It looked like Nick's days of avoiding the Reincarnate kind of weird were over.
If he'd been looking a little further up, he'd have seen a slender figure perched on top of a building overlooking the street.
Someone might have accused Loren of being overly dramatic when he decided that the clear solution to Troy's distraction with his new friends was to drop a dozen draugr in the middle of New York City. They might even say that he was being reckless, but only if they didn't know Loren very well. He had the whole thing planned out. He'd been... not stalking, but doing reconnaissance on Troy long enough to know that he was going to drop them directly in his stepbrother's path. Troy, of course, wouldn't be able to resist playing the hero and doing something about it. Loren would let him flounder around with it for a while, maybe beat them into submission a little, and then he'd descend and prove once again that brains were better than brawn any day when he was the only one who knew exactly how to kill the things.
It was foolproof, honestly. It had taken more work than Loren would ever admit to, finding a way to pull them out of their graves—finding someone whose source had them since his and Troy's hadn't thought to bring one of the best parts of Norse mythology to life. All the better though. There was no possible way that Troy would know the trick to killing them without him. All he had to do now was wait and hope they didn't kill the idiot standing there in the middle of the sidewalk instead of running like a normal person before Troy got there to play hero.