nexus_crossings | +1 Space Cat-Elf

The gods only know what sort of elf this man is, but any kind is worth keeping a careful watch on. He has the attention of a nearby human wearing some rather old-fashioned armor, though in deference to the weather he's not bothering with a cloak. Rather than a helmet there's a red hood draped around his shoulders, and he carries no obvious weapon but a short knife at his belt. He was already watching the newcomer quietly, and doesn't seem surprised to be approached- although the way that question is phrased makes him look thoughtful.

"Generally one returns the way they came, or else acquires a device called a PINpoint. The difficulty of the latter is that they do require you to have appropriate, ah, co-ordinates for your destination already. They are better for returning here than escaping in the first instance."

Lotor couldn't place the armor. No planet, or faction he had ever run across wore something quite like it. Similar, perhaps, but... well indeed, it was a touch primitive. Any planet that could boast of interplanetary travel had long ago done away with basic steel.

A warrior was a warrior nevertheless though, ergo, someone Lotor was more than used to talking with. If anything, he only seemed to relax a touch.

Answering his question without argument was usually a pretty good sign.

"I have the exact coordinates of my prior location. I'm sure returning shouldn't be an issue, in that case?" As long as he had the aforementioned PINpoint of course.

"Do you know where I might find such a device?"

"Provided your co-ordinates re of a form the device recognizes, and no magic seeks to block your return." He regrets the simplicity of it, right now, since he's not sure whether he wants this particular man coming and going, but everything he's said is freely available information and one may as well be seen as helpful.

Still, his answer to the latter question is simply to nod and beckon the elf to follow him. All the better to buy time while he asks, "Where is it you arrived from, if I may ask? You seem less disoriented than many new arrivals."

... That might make things a little tricky. But he couldn't imagine, at least, that his coordinates would confuse a device meant for interdimensional travel. It wasn't as if the Central Command System existed anywhere too fantastic, reality wise. Magic blocking his return though.

He could see that.

"There's no point in becoming panicked, it won't help the situation." Clearly. Look, he politely asks questions, and he gets the answers he needs! Being a big mess wouldn't have helped with that.

"The Central Command System of the Galran Empire." The man had shown no knowledge of who, or what, he was. Anyone else would have had a weapon out, or become terrified. He had quite the familial reputation to work with, after all.

He'd never have been able to blame them for it.

"My name is Lotor, I apologize for the lack of introductions before."

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Stratos has a great deal of sympathy for anyone who panics on finding themselves on a plane where they don't belong, but he does admire anyone who can keep a cool head under those circumstances. It's possible that this man, like many people from Earth, doesn't know enough about interplanar travel to be afraid, but since he really does look elvish Stratos expects he knows a thing or two. His bearing suggests he's just that confident in his own ability to handle matters.

They're each taking note of the other's ignorance: there's no sign the newcomer recognizes the Imperial uniform, nor any attempt to question or confront Stratos. He's also terribly polite for a foreign elf, which says a great deal about either his attitude or his cunning. Stratos is more inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt after he introduces himself, since it's looking less and less likely this man has anything to do with the enemies of his Empire.

"No need to apologize. I am Stratos Caelus." He pauses his steps as he speaks, bowing his head politely to the other man. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I must confess, I almost took you for one of the elves of my own realm, but your Empire is quite unfamiliar to me."

If there was one thing Lotor had learned, above battle, above trickery, was that being polite often got him everything he could possibly want for. Information, mostly.

No one helps an asshole.

The human himself had been nothing short of obliging, no matter what the mans internal dialog might be, and it was refreshing. He was, honestly, quite thankful for Stratos' assistance and general amicability here.

And indeed, Lotor had no clue, none whatsoever, of what Empire the man might serve, putting them on fairly equal footing here.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Stratos." He looked mildly confused at the term 'elves', so naturally, the comment came: "I'm afraid however that I've never heard of this species before." But clearly, they looked like him. "As is yours to me. How curious." He'd prided himself on his extensive travel and knowledge after all, but first and foremost:

"Could you tell me more of these 'elves'?"

"Certainly, if you'll indulge my questions in return." He smiles slightly. "Exchanging knowledge of far-flung realms is one of the great pleasures of this place, for those of us with an interest in scholarship."

He's guiding Lotor across the plaza to a row of freestanding vending machines without any visible power source. One of them has rows of small gadgets stocked behind its front window. It also has a small crow clinging desperately to the main panel, hanging practically upside down as it tries to work its beak inside the coin slot. It cocks an eye up at the approaching men, and the next thing it's darted out of sight in a flash of inky feathers.

"These are PINpoints," Stratos explains with a gesture. The devices for sale have a variety of different styles, but they all look like basic things with a keypad and a small screen. "This is the swiftest way to acquire one, though it does require some coin."

"Of course, feel free to ask." Stratos wasn't wrong either, that was a major appeal, right now. He'd never personally been to another dimension before. To say it was intriguing would be an extreme understatement.

It was really a shame he felt he couldn't linger for long.

The bird got a momentary look of interest, before it darted away. Hey, he'd never seen one of those either, he'd never personally visited earth before. Back to the box though.

"What kind of coins does it take?" He had money. Granted, nothing was really in the form of physical cash. Not anymore. "I'm afraid we don't deal with physical means of exchange anymore, it may take a moment to find the appropriate compensation."

Sitting at one of the computers is a young woman who is watching a video about honeybees and taking some notes in a small notebook. She startles a little at the 'excuse me', but by the time Lotor finishes asking his question, he has her full attention.

"Oh... um. Well, that depends." She smiles at him hopefully. "Do you remember the path you took to get here? Usually, if you retrace your steps, you'll walk back through the portal that brought you here."

If not, she's going to have some disappointing news for him.

See, here is where the general unpreparedness for accidentally wandering into an alternate dimension of whom's doorway wasn't made immediately obvious by energy signals, alarms and a giant glowing rift was really coming back to bite him in the ass.

In general? He could probably find the place he started. To a degree. Give him a bit and he could most certainly deduce which doorway he might have been standing outside of when the area shifted from inside a battle cruiser to outside a hat store.

But that was a lot more maybes, ifs and hopefully's than he wanted to admit to.

"... I'm sure I could manage to retrace my steps well enough." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in... well all of this. This was pretty fascinating.

"If I may ask, what planet is this?"

It's impossible to know if he's being sincere or merely putting on a brave front, but he doesn't seem put off by the idea, so she keeps her smile, relaxing a little in her seat.

At least until he asks his next question.

"Oh!" She frets a little with the pen in her hand, scribbling out a small doodle in the corner of her notebook. "It's not a planet, it's called the Nexus. A kind of, um... interdimensional crossroads." She sits up a little. "There are pamphlets, if you haven't already gotten one. And, um, an informational video... I can queue it up for you, if you like."

Welcome to Dealing With Lotor, every guess at internal dialog is a shot in the dark!

He noted well her fussing with the pen and the sudden, small burst of energy, a brow arching as she put out the claim that this... wasn't a planet.

Which didn't make much sense to him, even other dimensions followed the same rules to an extent, didn't they? A world like this couldn't extend forever. ... Could it exist within a self contained, isolated pocket though?

... This just got more interesting.

"I would appreciate this, yes, thank you. I apologize, I haven't introduced myself." One more little check, just to see how far out he'd really been flung.

"My name is Lotor. And you are?"

"Nice to meet you, Lotor. My name's Adia." Unlike her nervous fidgeting over having to explain the Nexus to a newcomer, she seems quite comfortable in the presence of an alien. (Or maybe an elf? One can't be too sure with those pointy ears.) There's no sign of recognition when he introduces himself, however.

Turning back to the monitor, she puts the bee video on pause and opens another tab in the browser. For an advanced interdimensonal hub, this particular terminal seems woefully out-of-date, but she navigates it easily enough. "My friend S-- ah, I mean, Captain America, he made a video for people who are new to the Nexus. People come here all the time, usually accidentally, so, um... it seemed like a good idea..."

A couple of clicks of the mouse later, and a video begins playing. Adia scoots her chair back so that Lotor can get a good view of the screen without crowding over her shoulder. When it's over, she looks up at him again curiously. "Was that helpful? Um... where are you from? Where were you right before you ended up here?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Adia." He'd run into his fair share of humans at this point. Gracious, most of Voltron was piloted by them. At the very least, he wasn't left in the dark on her species. ... And it was almost a relief to see no recognition about who he was. It was always a crapshoot, getting help when the other person was more than aware of who Prince Lotor was.

Getting shot at wasn't exactly in today's itinerary.

His brow quirked as the original movie was covered by another tab, apparently there was a question to be had here, but it was put on hold in favor of paying attention to this video instead.

"What is he the Captain of?" Not even questioning America, he doesn't know what the dingdangdiddly darn an America is.

... Also, question that might not get said: what the hell is this man wearing. He leans in for a better view, his brows furrowing in faint confusion at what he's hecking looking at. Okay no, ignore the... the everything else. Information was important.

... Humans are weird.

"... Quite helpful." Though it has now sowed so very many, many, many questions, but he might just have to deal with living with those. "Thank you.

I had been in the Central Command System of the Galran Empire. What I don't understand is how a portal could have opened up without displaying an energy signature of any kind. A sensor... many sensors, would have alerted us to the opening of a rift between worlds."

"Um... I think it's his military rank? Or was, anyway..." She ducks her gaze sheepishly while the video plays. The truth is, she doesn't know much about Steve's alter ego. The conversations they have usually revolve around his domestic life. "He's a superhero on his world, so it's a kind of honorary title now."

She looks up at him again when he explains his point of origin, her expression brightening. So he is an alien. Unless he's an elf that happened to be in space...

"That's a good point. I was on my ship when I somehow ended up here, and it didn't trip any alarms, either." She shrugs thoughtfully. "I don't think portals here work the same way. The only thing I've noticed is that they tend to stabilize if they're used frequently, but other than that, there isn't a lot of rhyme or reason to them. Is that a common thing where you're from? Rifts opening?"

"Which military?" He's doing his best to try and pinpoint which faction or planet had that particular uniform. Nothing quite matched it, honestly. But, it seemed that might be all the information he was going to get on Captain America. The title 'superhero' didn't seem to be helping him at all either, his head cocking faintly. A question, another one, better saved for later.

"None of the rifts ever behaved like this..." How was he supposed to know when another portal would show up when he returned? He'd walked through that particular section of the station every day now, it had seemed no different.

"I would not say it's common, but it has been known to occur, very rarely. I've only seen it once personally myself." And even then he'd not been able to traverse the planes of his world to the next. He would have certainly been unmade in that very moment if he had tried.

"What I find odd is that everyone who has crossed into this place has made it through alive. By what we've gathered back at central command, without the appropriate defenses, any attempt to traverse from one side of the portal to the other would end in immediate atomization."

"Um... America's military?" She doesn't sound terribly sure about that, despite the country being right in his title. She smiles apologetically, folding her hands into her lap. "I'm, um... well, most of the humans around here are from a planet called Earth, but I'm not. Well, not originally. I'm not as familiar with Earth history as I'd like to be. I know that he's saved the world a couple times. He's a great guy, I'm sure if you ask him, he'll explain it much better than I can."

It sounds as though rifts in space are a dangerous thing where Lotor comes from. His confusion makes all the more sense -- although who wouldn't be confused on their first visit to the Nexus? "It's probably a different phenomenon, then. Honestly, this place... it has its own rules, and even those rules can be broken on a moment's notice." At least no one's getting atomized. Yikes.

Once Captain America's video loops back to the beginning, she closes the tab, then returns her attention to Lotor. She has a number of questions, too, as he's the first alien of his kind that she's met, but she's reluctant to ask anything, not wanting to accidentally offend him. "Are you, um... is there an Earth, where you're from? Or humans?"

"... He's named after the people he serves?" Look, the idea of someone being named Captain Galra or Captain Altean was the silliest thing in the world, and he is doing his damn best to not actually look as incredulous as he really is. "I'll have to do so, I have several questions regarding all of this." Mostly at this point for mere curiosity's sake.

"It must be, but the lack of an energy signature or a visible portal will make it far more difficult to study." Was there even quintessence to be found here? Did it exist in this strange little hub of worlds? Clearly, there were doors to other worlds, could he then travel to these places as well?

The universe just got a whole lot bigger, it was just a little overwhelming. "Are you suggesting reality here isn't stable?" He's not sure how to feel about that.

"There is, in the system X-9-Y. The Empire skirted past it once, but the planet and its inhabitants were deemed too primitive to interact with." Sorry, Adia. "There are humans that I've worked with before, however. They've proven themselves to be incredibly fast learners. It's highly impressive."

Adia doesn't find the naming convention nearly as silly, but she tends to take other people's titles at face value. "I think he's supposed to be a symbol for the people he serves. The colors he wears are the same as the American flag. But, um, yes, it'd be good to ask him instead." And maybe she should ask him, too, when she gets the chance. She's a little embarrassed that she doesn't know more about what Steve does for a living.

"The portal on my ship vanished, so I haven't had much experience with them, but there are people here who create portals. They might know more." As for the subject of reality, she's back to fidgeting with her pen, her gaze drifting over the Plaza at large. "Well... that depends what you mean by 'stable'. There are lots of people who live and work in the Nexus, but buildings can sometimes move around... a store will pop up out of nowhere, for example, or a landmark might change position. There's an anti-violence field, but it fails on occasion... and there's a lot of magic. Stuff that can play fast and loose with the laws of nature and physics." She laughs nervously, as if apologizing on behalf of the weirdness of the Nexus. "It bumps up against my training as a scientist all the time, trust me. But you get used to it."

She looks up at Lotor again when he speaks, her curious smile returning. "How funny that your universe has an Earth, too. It was a myth in my universe for a very long time." She's not the least bit offended by being indirectly labeled 'primitive', assuming that Lotor's people are highly advanced as opposed to arrogant. His assessment of humans makes her giggle, more naturally this time. "Thanks, we try our best. What, um, species are you, then? What do you prefer to be called?"

"I'll keep it in mind..." So many, many, many questions for this Captain now. At the very least, he wasn't holding it against her that she didn't exactly know everything about the matter. He can't really blame her for that.

"It vanished?" Well that's... discomforting. "How do you return home if the portal there is gone?" Implying there must be another one that opened up, perhaps a far more obvious one. At least, it's the answer he's hoping to get, and not 'oh I haven't been able to get home in three years'. Everything else is very fascinating, and he's not quite sure what to ask questions about first. It isn't often he honestly feels like some starry eyed child again, but this conversation was doing it's best to awaken that part of him. Alright, first things first.

"Could you describe this anti-violence field? How does it work?"

Onto the subject of earths though- "Earth is the origin point for every human I've met." A beat. "Where were you born, if not earth?"

As for himself: "I'm a hybrid." A nicer word than another Galran might have used. "I'm half Galran, half Altean. If you give me a moment, I can show you what both species tend to look like."

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"I only used it once," Adia explains. "It probably destabilized." Good thing, too. The last thing the Nexus needed at the time was spillover from a vicious human-Cylon war. "I got myself a PINpoint. Do you see those vending machines over there? One of them has PINpoints. They're like miniature teleportation devices, and you can send texts, too."

She puts down the pen and pulls out of her pocket what looks like a smartphone except that the Contact List includes places as well as names. "See? You can save where you've been and teleport back there. There are lots of different kinds, too, so it's easy to find one that blends in with your world's level of technology."

As for the anti-violence field, her uncertain look returns. "Ideally, it prevents anyone from being injured by anyone else. Weapons don't work, and you can't hit someone, either. The field is strongest in the Plaza. It can be spotty elsewhere, like in the Wilds. Unless you meant, um... well, I don't know the mechanics of it. Powerful enough magic can disrupt it. Once in a while someone tries to take over the Nexus, but it never ends well."

At least she can definitively answer questions about her origin. "Leonis. It was one of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol." She blinks when he refers to himself as a hybrid. Two kinds of alien in one! "Yes, I'd like that, thank you. I haven't met either of your kind before."

"How fascinating..." With one little device, he could come and go as he pleased, as easy as that. If anyone else on the Voltron Coalition were to hear it was that simple to wander between two dimensions, a few fits might be had for several reasons. He peered at the one she showed him, never actually touching it.

It wasn't his after all.

"Do you know how it works?" Back to looking at the vending machine again, brows furrowed in thought.

Lord, that anti-violence shield sounds like something he'd like too. Probably should figure out how that works as well, his expression thoughtful as she described the nature of it, at least. "... We could use something like this in the throne room..." So he doesn't have to worry about getting goddamn shot.

"The stars in the constellation Leo, correct?" While the Galra had a different name for that particular collection, enough time with the human paladins had taught him what phrase to use with them. He removed a device from a clip at his belt, toying with it for a moment. "I would say that's surprising to hear, but considering our situation, I suppose that's understandable."

A ping, and two images crop up, small, shimmering, and holographic, standing upon the device in his hand. A woman, seemingly elvish in appearance, and a cat-like, yellow eyed alien, a large fellow by the look of it.

"The woman is an Altean, the male a Galran." Wildly different looking species, frankly.

"A little." Of this she sounds confident -- of what she knows, she knows well. "It works in a similar way to my ship's jump drive. Teleporting takes a great deal of processing power, though, so the fact that it's in such a small device is really impressive."

The fact that he keeps his hands to himself does not go unnoticed. So polite! She smiles up at him. "You know, I can go back to my research whenever. Would you like to head over to the vending machines so you can see your options? There's a coffee machine, too. Or, um... another machine has cold drinks, if you'd prefer that."

She pockets her PINpoint, her gaze only leaving him for a moment. "A throne room? Are you royalty? Or, um, in the military?" There's a definite regality to the way he caries himself; she doubts he's in the throne room polishing the floor or taking dictation.

When he mentions the constellation, she grins. "Yes. Well, sort of. The name comes from the same meaning." She's had enough time to get used to these sorts of coincidences, so she doesn't comment further. Instead, she looks over the two holographic images, noting their similarities and differences, then up at Lotor again. He seems to have inherited the Altean build, which is a good look for him. "Is it -- uh, I mean." She blushes a little, wanting to ask her question delicately. "How common are hybrids between the two?"

Impressive indeed. He'd have to take one home for further examination. "I'm sure the others at home will find it just as impressive, I look forward to letting them look it over." If anything, just to see how excited Pidge and Matt got. That was always entertaining to watch.

Getting a coin shouldn't be too hard, he's sure. He could just ask for one, he's fairly certain he'll find someone willing to share. Though there is a question coming up, his expression mildly quizzical. It's not nearly as important as the PINpoint but still. "What is coffee?" A beat. "I'm aware it's a drink, I hear of it often from the paladins, but I'm curious as to what it is, exactly."

"Both would be correct." She'd not be wrong, he's certainly no janitor or secretary. "I'm the Emperor of the Galrans. Effectively, I am both highest acting general and king." May as well be honest with it, since she asked.

He doesn't question the blush, merely answers as calmly and as directly as he has been. "Perhaps, once. But not anymore. Altean's are all but extinct. At present, only two full blooded Altean's are known to remain. As for other hybrids, I wouldn't know." Unfortunately. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't keen to find more in the same situation as himself. Some sense of belonging would be... nice.

He seems amenable to heading over there together, so she logs out of the computer and begins putting her things back into her messenger bag, pausing when he asks about coffee. "Paladins?" she repeats. It's a word she's heard before, but only in the context of fantasy. (Well, and her friend's world, which might as well be a fantasy, what with all the magic it contains.)

But, anyway. How to explain coffee. "It's a drink made by roasting coffee beans and then grinding them into little granules and then brewing them with hot water. It's a little bitter, but if it's brewed well it's more mellow-tasting than anything. It has a chemical called caffeine in it that's a stimulant for humans." She frowns thoughtfully. "I'm not sure what effect it would have on you. How similar is your physiology to a human's?"

It's a question she kind of regrets asking, because lo and behold, he's an emperor. Nexus is the great equalizer, but even so, she worries if she's been asking him anything too personal. The fact that the Alteans are nearly extinct speaks to a greater tragedy that she can only guess at.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says sincerely. "About the Alteans." It reminds her of Hera, a little girl on her island who is the only living human-Cylon hybrid. She wonders for a moment if he'd like to hear about her, then dismisses the idea. He's not asking her for any sort of sympathy. "So... what's it like being an emperor? We don't have any royalty on Atlantis."

The man Lotor gestures to seems to be deeply engrossed in swiping his finger across some sort of small handheld device, brow furrowed in intense concentration while he works out the text he's sending to someone or another. Look, technology and Steve Rogers have a shaky sort of relationship, okay? He has to take his time with it.

Steve looks up after only a moment and offers a small smile toward the stranger.

"Leave back to where? The plaza? Or do you mean the Nexus in general?"

That is definitely the face of a man who might not be entirely comfortable with the tech he's holding, Lotor's definitely seen that face before on many, many different people.

He doesn't interrupt, just politely waits, until Steve has a moment to look up and answer. Hey, he gets it, no reason to get demanding.

"Yes, the Nexus. I'm afraid I was rather caught up in several things at the moment that I left, that are highly time sensitive." Which was a crying shame because this place was nothing short of fascinating. Maybe he could arrange an actual mission back here sometime for more information.

He's honestly somewhat at loathe to just leave now.

He does a better job of it than any other hundred year old man would with the same technology. This stuff might be well outside of Steve's time, but he's learned to pick most of it up pretty alright.

"Oh. Uhm, well that sort of depends on where you came in from." Steve gives a slightly embarrassed glance around the plaza but that ostentatiously huge screen isn't within line of sight and that's probably for the best considering who Lotor's decided to hail for directions here.

"You're not from any Earth I know, so most any door I'm aware of won't do you any good. We'd have to find yours to get you back."

Trust him, he'd be impressed if he knew, and that's not a joke.

"The Central Control System of the Galran Empire." A beat, and then a glance at the device Steve held. "A space station." It was hard to describe it as anything else, really.

"I see... I suppose that does make sense." At least something here did, and the obvious idea of a door always linking the same two areas together shouldn't have been as surprising as it was, even given the situation.

"I'm curious as to how I've managed to arrive in the first place, without any knowledge of the door existing in the station to begin with."

"Oh! You're from space!!" He's as eager as whatever the Galran equivalent of a golden retriever who was just told 'walkies' is. Steve's eyes light up and he nods eagerly. "I have a friend who's based in space, though ah--I don't think it's anywhere near that. She's still around Earth even if it's not the same one as mine."

"At the risk of over simplifying things, magic usually." Steve gives a bit of a shrug there. "It really does seem to be kind of random what doors lead here and when. You're taking it pretty well though. Inter-dimensional travel a thing much where you're from?"

The chuckle that comes out of him is an honest one, genuinely charmed by the excitement. "Humanity has been working its way away from their home planet for a long time, it isn't surprising to hear you have a friend in space, even if it isn't from the same reality."

Yeah that does oversimplify things a bit, but then, needling for further explanation probably wouldn't pay off. Not for this. "Not truly a thing, no. It has been known to happen, but I've only ever seen it once. I've never visited another reality myself before."

"Have they? Wow, that's impressive. I know of other races who come from other planets in my world, but humanity's only ever lived on Earth so far as I know. Are they--I mean. Are we? Friends of your peoples? Allies?"

Trust the soldier to probe into things he may or may not want to know the answers to. He doesn't seem to have any duplicitous intentions behind asking though. The same eager curiosity from before still lingers behind every word.

"Well, you'll adapt quicker than most then. The Nexus is a kind of hub in between different times, dimensions, and worlds. Come on, you can't have gone far from your door. I can help you look for it if you think you can retrace your steps."

"Some of them are. A few humans have reached far outside of their own planet, but the majority have still yet to travel too far." Well... travel too far willingly, anyway. No thanks to his own people, something Lotor is keen to leave out. He'll not be letting the mistakes of his father ruin his chances of allies here.

"For the moment, earth, while rapidly progressing considering the age of the human species, is still far behind us."

He'd expected to adapt quickly anyway, it was one of the many, many things he considered himself exceptionally good at. The offer to help him search for his door prompted a smile, polished and friendly. "Thank you. I appreciate the help, I do need to return home as quickly as possible."

"I know the feeling of being pulled outta time and space at what can only be described as 'an inopportune time' better than you'd think."

Steve's own initial trip to the Nexus had been jarring enough, and that was before he put a plane into the Arctic to snooze out half a century or more in his own world. Being out of place is pretty much Steve's entire lot in life.

"My name's Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers. I shoulda introduced myself sooner but I got distracted by the idea of space travel. Sorry." The man gives a sheepish tiny shrug of his impressive shoulders there.

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In light of certain other threads here I couldn't resist

WHAT KINDA NAME IS CAPTAIN AMERICA ANYWAY

WWII propaganda mostly

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