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Who: Bucky Barnes and you, probably.
Where: Around the temple
When: A few days after his arrival.
Rating G, probably
What: Exploring and getting used to people?

This place is new. That in itself is not surprising, most places he's seen these days are new, at least to him -- save for perhaps certain eastern European or Asian nations. It doesn't look new, but that doesn't bother Bucky any. He's laid low since arriving a few days ago, on the lookout for anyone he might know, or that might know him. He is less of a target, here, his magic serving to helpfully cover up that silver left arm of his, but he is still clearly recognizable as a soldier. Or ex-military, depending on the clothes he's wearing that day.

Thankfully, this new place doesn't seem to have any HYDRA operatives or other enemies that he's been able to see, so he has ventured out to look around the temple. He can be found wandering throughout the day, either poking around the temple or kitchens -- but generally he's somewhere around the fighting ring. It's familiar, even if it's not entirely necessary at the moment. (He has come to appreciate lying low, the past few months. It's a luxury rarely afforded to him.) After watching some people spar, he steps up to the ring himself, setting in to fight one or more of the dummies.

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Barabas nods his head in acknowledgment. He doesn't add 'good to meet you' since it's an admittedly odd situation, and he's pretty sure most everyone here would be a great deal happier not being kidnapped. "Barnes," he repeats to commit it to memory before glancing around.

"Same. Then again, I suppose I ought to give this place time to show itself before I count it out." He hasn't started sniffling yet, hasn't noticed that his usual immunity has been stripped away. He hasn't noticed that there's more than a cold going around, that it's more of a full on plague. That may change his estimation. In the meantime, "Even so. I don't appreciate having my abilities tampered with."

He hasn't noticed much different about himself yet, aside from the glamor on his arm. That's handy, at least, makes him less noticeable. He gives a shrug in answer.

"I haven't been here long, either. But I haven't noticed anything too different." He hasn't had the chance to work out, yet, or had any reason to exert himself or get wounded. Once he does, he'll see that he's no longer quite a super-soldier, but still in excellent form.

"Does she do this often?"

Barabas nods. "I noticed it when I tried shifting. My form is no longer the same. It's jarring." That is putting it mildly. It's like a side of himself has been shut away and replaced with something new and strange, half-familiar.

At the question he frowns. "From what I hear, she seems to collect new playthings in waves. We're the third such wave? There seems to be some degree of regularity about it."

"Mm. So she takes something and gives something, maybe." He doesn't like the sound of that, and it is obvious enough in his face. "I don't like being an object. Getting orders from unknown people."

He's had to be one for far too long, after all. He's allowed to be very much against this, and if he ever meets Astoria, there will be words had.

"I'm in full agreement with you on that."

Barabas is used to the Pack hierarchy, to following the word of his Alpha and of the Beast Lord. And Kate. But this Astoria who snatched them from their worlds and expects them to run about the multiverse on her whim. He's not entirely thrilled at the prospect.

"But one thing is clear. She's incredibly powerful to pull off what she has. That may... affect... any particular opposition." One has to be cautious around frighteningly powerful beings, choose one's battles, choose one's timing. And find out what it is they're actually dealing with.

He shrugs in answer. “I’ve dealt with a lot of powerful people.” Usually in fairly violent ways. He’s confident he can deal with it if something ever comes up, especially with Steve here. But he’s going for a subject change, this sort of thing is best talked about in private places.

“Do you want a sparring partner?”

Barabas doesn't question that statement further, but goodness is it a curious one. Of course, he could say the same given the way things have unfolded back home, but instead he turns his attention to the other question.

The beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "If you're offering, I certainly wouldn't mind one. I'd like a chance to find out just how much what being brought here has affected my abilities."

His senses feel dulled, and he's not sure his reflexes are where they ought to be.

"Me, too." From his build alone it's clear he's a powerful fighter. Just now, a bit less than how good he used to be, but he hasn't had the chance to figure it out yet.

"So yeah, I guess I am offering." He'll still likely hold back, he doesn't know how much force Barabas can take just yet. Better to hide some of his abilities now than let people know what he's completely capable of too quickly.