rapture | itf gathering post
It's a hell of a thing.
When Ishiah first informed them of his discovery the day prior, Bucky had met the news with equal parts wariness and excitement. Combat is his first love, what he genuinely considers himself born for, but the prospect of adventure is a close second, as whimsical a notion as that seems when he knows deep down in his gut that all this means is that their tropical prison has gotten just that much larger. He's combed the island enough times over the months to know Rapture is simply an expansion, an impressive basement to the comparatively primitive surface world, brought from another dimension and dropped down as unceremoniously as any of the ITF members currently gathering in its depths.
They come down in pairs, the bathyspheres not large enough to accommodate them as entire group, Bucky among the first. He finds it hard to keep his focus on any one thing in particular, his gaze constantly shifting to dimly lit corners, his ears tuned in for movement. They've been told the city isn't abandoned, and instinct has him on high alert, his mind racing with tactical considerations and contingency plans even as they get their bearings.
The ITF is as motley a group as they come, but they're not a ragtag outfit; they've been trained, tried, and tested, the lot of them good soldiers, and Bucky wonders to himself if they aren't as eager as he is to get this show on the road. When the last of their number file into rank, Bucky squares his shoulders, and flashes Captain Thrace a rare smile that reaches his eyes.
"I'm not going to waste our time with speeches," he says loudly, as strange a sentiment as that is to express when he's got the shield strapped to his back for the first time in months. It's a surreal feeling, barking out orders while dressed in this get-up again, even with the flag stripped and the cowl missing, but he doesn't dwell on it, his focus necessarily elsewhere. "This is a reconnaissance mission. Gathering useful intelligence for the Council is our primary objective, but we've got a lot of ground to cover, and an unknown number of hostiles with which to contend. Until we he have a better idea of what we're dealing with, you're to use force as necessary, but not to engage unless provoked, is that understood?"
He pauses a beat, catching Wolverine's gaze for a pointed moment, then adds to the group at large, "We'll reconvene here in four hours. Try not to get lost."
This post is LOCKED to ITF AND RAPTURE NPCs ONLY, who are strongly encouraged to tag in. For more information, please see this post in slated. Open for as long as needed.
When Ishiah first informed them of his discovery the day prior, Bucky had met the news with equal parts wariness and excitement. Combat is his first love, what he genuinely considers himself born for, but the prospect of adventure is a close second, as whimsical a notion as that seems when he knows deep down in his gut that all this means is that their tropical prison has gotten just that much larger. He's combed the island enough times over the months to know Rapture is simply an expansion, an impressive basement to the comparatively primitive surface world, brought from another dimension and dropped down as unceremoniously as any of the ITF members currently gathering in its depths.
They come down in pairs, the bathyspheres not large enough to accommodate them as entire group, Bucky among the first. He finds it hard to keep his focus on any one thing in particular, his gaze constantly shifting to dimly lit corners, his ears tuned in for movement. They've been told the city isn't abandoned, and instinct has him on high alert, his mind racing with tactical considerations and contingency plans even as they get their bearings.
The ITF is as motley a group as they come, but they're not a ragtag outfit; they've been trained, tried, and tested, the lot of them good soldiers, and Bucky wonders to himself if they aren't as eager as he is to get this show on the road. When the last of their number file into rank, Bucky squares his shoulders, and flashes Captain Thrace a rare smile that reaches his eyes.
"I'm not going to waste our time with speeches," he says loudly, as strange a sentiment as that is to express when he's got the shield strapped to his back for the first time in months. It's a surreal feeling, barking out orders while dressed in this get-up again, even with the flag stripped and the cowl missing, but he doesn't dwell on it, his focus necessarily elsewhere. "This is a reconnaissance mission. Gathering useful intelligence for the Council is our primary objective, but we've got a lot of ground to cover, and an unknown number of hostiles with which to contend. Until we he have a better idea of what we're dealing with, you're to use force as necessary, but not to engage unless provoked, is that understood?"
He pauses a beat, catching Wolverine's gaze for a pointed moment, then adds to the group at large, "We'll reconvene here in four hours. Try not to get lost."
This post is LOCKED to ITF AND RAPTURE NPCs ONLY, who are strongly encouraged to tag in. For more information, please see this post in slated. Open for as long as needed.