"HYDRA. Russian branch." Winter lets him breathe a moment, watching critically for the moment when he's ready to move again, for a cooldown walk. Because they will both need that, he thinks. "Secret multinational organization, originally founded by the Nazi party. I was made and kept in Siberia. Then sold to the Americans after many years."
He wishes, briefly, that he had some kind of timeline. He has literally no idea when he was in operation for, only that it was a very long time. "Walk," he adds, motioning for Ches to straighten up and start loosing up again.
Chester listens, still leaning on his knees and catching his breath. The 'what is HYDRA?' is on his lips but then Winter goes on to explain about it being a secret organization founded by the Nazis. The rest of the explanation has his brows raising, and he stands up straight, scrubbing his hand over his face and back through his hair to get rid of some of the sweat beading his brow.
"That sounds rough. 'Made,' really? Then sold...sorry, man, that sounds really rough."
When Winter tells him to walk, Ches nods and starts moving, going a little slowly to start with while he gulps breaths in. This has seriously been a workout.
Winter walks beside him, both because he also needs to cool down, and to continue the conversation. He shrugs once. "It is better here," he allows. "I think. I think. We are actually protecting people here." Instead of just being told he was protecting people. Also, he kills people a lot less here, which is... kind of nice.
"It seems that way. Can't say I wouldn't rather be back home with my own problems, but I guess that depends on where you're coming from, right?"
And Winter's home sounds...pretty messed up really. So far, Chester doesn't mind this place, necessarily, but the lack of his people is really grating. He can't stop thinking about them, how they're doing without him, what problems he can't be there to lead them through. At least it had seemed relatively calm when he left...
Winter doesn't have any people where he comes from that he misses. They are, one and all, terrible. Or better off without him. Or both.
He frowns at the question. "A lot like this one. Actually. From 2014. Only HYDRA isn't here, I can't find any sign of them. And there's magic fear entities instead. My world doesn't have magic. Alien shit, maybe, but not magic."
The explanation about the world being pretty similar is a little surprising. Considering what Winter had told him earlier about HYDRA, he hadn't thought that that it would be a lot like this place. Surely stuff like that doesn't happen back home, or here.
"Mine's pretty similar to here too, in some ways. The magic fear entities aren't so much a thing, but there's supernatural stuff going on, not always as creepy as the stuff here, but it happens. It's magic though, a lot of it. Witches. Banshees, dryads, necromancers, that kind of thing."
"I don't know what most of those things are," Winter points out, not with annoyance. There might be something to his tone that suggests Chester give him more details. It might be useful, honestly; some of what's been showing up has similarities to Earth myth, after all.
"None of them? Wow. Guess I've got some explaining to do." he says, his expression warm, and he stretches his arms a little, taking a few deep breaths.
"Well, let's see. Witches are people who do magic. Spells, potions, that kind of thing. Banshees are a type of supernatural creature bonded to a family that screams when someone in the family is about to die. A sort of warning thing. They come from Ireland originally, I think. Dryads are a kind of nature spirit who live in trees and can control nature. Necromancers are witches who specialize in raising the dead and all that, balancing life and death, that kind of thing."
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He wishes, briefly, that he had some kind of timeline. He has literally no idea when he was in operation for, only that it was a very long time. "Walk," he adds, motioning for Ches to straighten up and start loosing up again.
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"That sounds rough. 'Made,' really? Then sold...sorry, man, that sounds really rough."
When Winter tells him to walk, Ches nods and starts moving, going a little slowly to start with while he gulps breaths in. This has seriously been a workout.
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And Winter's home sounds...pretty messed up really. So far, Chester doesn't mind this place, necessarily, but the lack of his people is really grating. He can't stop thinking about them, how they're doing without him, what problems he can't be there to lead them through. At least it had seemed relatively calm when he left...
"Tell me more about your world? If you'd like."
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He frowns at the question. "A lot like this one. Actually. From 2014. Only HYDRA isn't here, I can't find any sign of them. And there's magic fear entities instead. My world doesn't have magic. Alien shit, maybe, but not magic."
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"Mine's pretty similar to here too, in some ways. The magic fear entities aren't so much a thing, but there's supernatural stuff going on, not always as creepy as the stuff here, but it happens. It's magic though, a lot of it. Witches. Banshees, dryads, necromancers, that kind of thing."
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"Well, let's see. Witches are people who do magic. Spells, potions, that kind of thing. Banshees are a type of supernatural creature bonded to a family that screams when someone in the family is about to die. A sort of warning thing. They come from Ireland originally, I think. Dryads are a kind of nature spirit who live in trees and can control nature. Necromancers are witches who specialize in raising the dead and all that, balancing life and death, that kind of thing."