amber ☆ 01

[soldieronwards]

[ The man looking down into the amber appears confident, at a glance. Certainly, he's friendly, and he offers a grin. ]

So here's what I'm thinkin'.

We got threats here, don't we? Giant spiders, that sort of thing. Or average-sized spiders, but they're giant to us, that's for sure. There's probably more crap where that came from.

But now we're trying to get weapons for everybody. Ways for us all to defend ourselves.

[ He gestures at the golden image before him. ]

I got an offer for all of you. If you need help defending yourselves, I'll--I'll try and teach you.

But I might need a little help setting up a gym for it. Anyone got any ideas how we can go about that?

[ A beat. He hesitates, then says: ]

I'm Bucky, by the way. Nice to meet you all, even if it's not under the greatest of circumstances.

Comments

amber;

[isolophobia]

Teach them all? My, that's a rather tall order.

[ Not even trying to disguise the disbelief. ]

amber;

[soldieronwards]

[ Rolling his eyes a bit. ]

Please.

Seems like most people here already know how to fight, at least a little. I wanna take care of the ones who don't so much.

Re: amber;

[isolophobia]

Alright then. You intend to see to the helpless ones.

[A knowing sort of smile. The kind that would probably do the Cheshire cat proud ]

Then what? You know they'll look to you. Depend on you. Or on your judgment at the very least.

amber;

[soldieronwards]

[ He just looks down at the amber for a moment. ]

Everything's mindgames to you, huh, pal?

amber;

[isolophobia]

...no, actually, this happens to be entirely genuine.

[ Which implies it might not have been before? Games and still very much right this time. ]

amber;

[soldieronwards]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

All right, then here's your answer: teaching people to defend themselves won't make 'em rely on me--that's stupid. It'll make 'em more reliant on themselves.