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[rightfootforward]

[A weekend of lost memories - it sat poorly with her, especially when she went back over her notes and found them missing as well. The dates for the weekend were written in her hand, but anything she'd written had been erased. Or maybe she hadn't written anything. The most concerning thing was that now that the weekend had ended, several people had gone missing or returned. Two days was a long time to lose her bearings and it made her restless. Which was why she'd gone to the shop to look around for anything useful.

Last thing she expected was to find the glove and eyeglass set - something so useful just left here like it was a new toy to be experimented with by anyone in the village. Something about it drew her to using it, but after the first day and the headaches, she realized it was probably something that belonged to someone. Which is why a few days later, after the headaches settle, she asks the village.]

Agent Carter reporting in with a few questions for the village.

One: Has anyone lost a pair of these? [She holds up the sunglasses, labeled ARI on the side to the camera.] I located them in the shop - interesting technology you have. I'd like to return them, if you're inclined to receive them.

[It packs one hell of a punch anyway, and she does not want that anymore. Peggy rubs her temple as he sets the glasses down out of view.]

Two: Sparring partners - hand to hand combat, preferably advanced non-magic practitioners. Willing to train people new to it, but more looking for practice myself. Can also train or spar in weapons - guns or knives specifically.

Three: On a more personal note, to my roommates - if you don't start cleaning your areas and picking up your things, I will do it for you.

[She looks straight into the camera with her usual no-nonsense look in her eyes.]

You will not enjoy it if I am forced to do so.

That is all.

Comments

[reviling]

[No notice could make it difficult to coordinate with Erwin - they could potentially be separated and cut off from communication as a result. They're strong enough to fight on their own, but it'd be easier to fight together, and to be able to watch out for Marco and Jean, also.]

Is there no way at all to get out of these drafts?

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As far as I have seen? No.

[Her arms folded over her chest as she remembered TERRACE and the little boy's death. They'd done everything they could to keep children from the field and Henry had still run out and died. Both Bucky and Steve had been wrecks until the boy returned, and even after that... Well, she knew why Steve wanted to have Henry live with them.]

All you can do is be ready when the time comes - you have a night, at most, to coordinate, and then time before the battle begins, but never count on anything going smoothly. War is war.

[reviling]

You don't have to tell me that.

[Especially given that lately, their plans are only thinly veiled failures. There's little about them that could be construed as success, but luckily those successes still count enough that the sacrifices appear to be worth it.

Well, in some ways. Not everyone thinks so.]

So what happens to the people who can't fight?

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Citizens organize - try to keep them back behind the lines, closer to the medical tents and base camp. It doesn't always work, but for the youngest of them or those completely incapable of fighting, there is usually an organized group left behind to guard and the rest head out.

Unfortunately, we can't stop people from going onto the field - there just aren't enough fighters compared to non-combatants to watch them all.

[reviling]

Do a lot of people die, then?

[He feels as though he possibly already knows the answer, but it's good to hear those fears either confirmed or denied. Perhaps that is something where they could do some benefit - to help prevent any needless deaths during these drafts.

Even if people come back again, there's no point in making someone go through death at all. Especially not in war.]

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The numbers vary according to who goes out and how well the mission goes. Successful ones? No. When something goes wrong? Well.

[She looks at Levi, knowing she doesn't have to tell him what happens when something goes wrong.]

[reviling]

[There's perhaps a long moment of silence, as though he's reflecting on something.]

...Sounds just like home.

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[Spoken like someone who has lost a lot. Peggy watches him during his silence and then looks away.]

This place is always open to training if you like - I keep the dummies and the axes in a spare room, but I can show you where they are.

[reviling]

[A lot and then some, and will continue to lose.]

That'd be helpful, thanks.

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[She nodded and pointed upwards to the second floor.]

First room there, flat number 6 is unoccupied. Should it gain an occupant, I'll move the equipment and let you know.

[reviling]

Second floor, number six. Got it. Thanks.

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[She nodded again, just a dip of her head to acknowledge him and then turned back to her training.]

Do you want to continue or are there other questions you'd like to ask?

[reviling]

Not at the moment.

[he'll have more later, very likely.]

What's next?

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Axes, knives, punching bags. I usually follow that order.

What do you usually do to train here?

[reviling]

Haven't had much opportunity to establish a real routine, but some combination of strength, endurance, mock hand to hand and with various weapons.

[training with the gear is even more limited here, given the limited supply of gas.]