The combination of 'reasonably technologically advanced', 'mechanic', and 'looking for something more threatening' are, in combination, a very likely answer to what has been going on.
He's not necessarily correct. He is relieved that he's able to find some sense in what has, until this second, been completely confounding him.
Not that he knows how they'd have gotten to anywhere known as the Underdark or a gnome. He's not exactly well informed about the outside world, though, and 'internet' would currently confound him nearly as much. It at least keeps him credulous.
"I don't know that there are no cat flaps." His tone is dry. "Count yourself lucky I know what a cat is." Also dry. "Or maybe I'm who should consider myself lucky." This conversation is going toward something dangerous with outward criticism of Hydra, and he just ... can't.
"Explain what you mean by intellectual discipline?" That's a...safer direction. He hopes.
It's a bit rich for him to be casting aspersions upon their technical expertise here, when you come right down to it. His world relies far more heavily on magic than technological innovation, but as the proverb goes, sometimes it's hard to distinguish one from the other, when they're fantastical enough. He has secrets HYDRA might like, and that's what's important for now.
"Mm, well, it's a little swinging door sized for a cat to come and go from the house," Barcus explains with a dismissive wave. "Every now and again an opossum creeps in, as well, unfortunately."
If it seems like he's not reacting to Steve's comment about being lucky, that's good, because he's trying not to. He adds mind altered, memory erasure? to his mental list of what's going on with this strange man.
"Intellectual discipline is focused inward," he explains grimly. "It's clear they have a strong hierarchy here, and a sense of purpose, but no one's holding themselves accountable for what they discover. Innovation must be handled with patience and care, even if you're planning on using it for evil purposes, else it will get away from you. They're lucky I'm the only thing that's come through the gateway they opened to my world, so far."
Steve has questions. Steve has many questions, and he has those questions for many reasons. He can't ask most of them, because those answers would all be the information Hydra would want - or so he assumes.
He also isn't at all sure whether he's being told the truth or this is information for their likely invisible audience to try to convince them to close the damn gate. Except... why would he want that? He can't go home if that happens.
"Were you conscious when you came through?" That's... fairly safe. He thinks. Nothing like trying to find a way to stop the entire ass world he has no connection to at all anymore from going down, when also relatively helpless and effectively brainwashed and mind wiped. "Or brought to this cell?"
"I assume, of course, they'll be questioning me about what could come through from home in short order," he goes on. "Not that I'm accusing you of anything personally, but the only reason to put two people in captivity together is to see if they'll talk to each other. Either they're listening or they'll have you repeat what I've just said."
It's fine. He hasn't let anything slip yet. Nor has he lied.
"I was...in and out of consciousness, I think," he says with a frown. "One moment I was in my workshop, and then I was so dizzy and nauseous I couldn't see or think, and then I was in a repulsive-smelling room with a bunch of hulking great humans surrounding me."
There's a momentary pause, and then he adds: "I've been playing dumb up until now. You can tell them I'm a gnome, if you like. I don't think it will matter to them."
"There's at least one other reason," Steve says, very dryly. He's not relaxed enough to sit down, but he actually wishes he were. It would be physically more comfortable and he'd stop looming over Barcus. "Leverage. That one's a matter of opportunity, rather than a primary objective."
Does he count as being 'in captivity'? Sure. It's a strange thought.
He really wishes he were dumber sometimes. He would much prefer not seeing the potential, massive, dangerous problems in what else might come through that door. It would save him all sorts of (literal) headaches.
"Leverage?" He blinks. "What, they think we're going to get attached to one another? We're not even the same species."
In fairness, this is him putting on a front, on some level. Already, he feels considerable, if wary, compassion for this strange human. There's nothing for either of them to gain by acting like it, though. If Steve has an iota of intelligence--and the gnome is pretty sure he does--he'll understand. "They overestimate my charisma, I fear, if that's the case. They should have brought you a pretty elf, or maybe a halfling. Everyone likes halflings, they can't help it. Hells, I like halflings."
"No one cares what happens to gnomes. Especially deep gnomes."
"I would like to go home," he nods agreeably. "However, not at the expense of your entire civilization and/or universe. We have our problems under control in Faerun at the moment, but I hate to see what a handful of mindflayers would do to a realm that's not prepared for them."
"You like cats." That is a solid, valid point. You're not the same species as a cat, they can be assholes, and you're clearly worried about your cats. What the heck does species and charm have to do with anything.
Also, truthfully, Steve's pretty sure this one is more about them gaining leverage over him than the other way around.
"All right." Good info. Means if he can get a chance and enough info, maybe he can shut this thing down. Pay for it, but at least that's not the entire universe or planet paying for it. Mindflayer seems like something would think they'd be able to use, but almost certainly couldn't control. The situation for everyone else doesn't improve if they can. "Maybe they'll be smarter about it than usual."
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Date: 2026-01-30 04:57 pm (UTC)He's not necessarily correct. He is relieved that he's able to find some sense in what has, until this second, been completely confounding him.
Not that he knows how they'd have gotten to anywhere known as the Underdark or a gnome. He's not exactly well informed about the outside world, though, and 'internet' would currently confound him nearly as much. It at least keeps him credulous.
"I don't know that there are no cat flaps." His tone is dry. "Count yourself lucky I know what a cat is." Also dry. "Or maybe I'm who should consider myself lucky." This conversation is going toward something dangerous with outward criticism of Hydra, and he just ... can't.
"Explain what you mean by intellectual discipline?" That's a...safer direction. He hopes.
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Date: 2026-02-01 04:31 pm (UTC)"Mm, well, it's a little swinging door sized for a cat to come and go from the house," Barcus explains with a dismissive wave. "Every now and again an opossum creeps in, as well, unfortunately."
If it seems like he's not reacting to Steve's comment about being lucky, that's good, because he's trying not to. He adds mind altered, memory erasure? to his mental list of what's going on with this strange man.
"Intellectual discipline is focused inward," he explains grimly. "It's clear they have a strong hierarchy here, and a sense of purpose, but no one's holding themselves accountable for what they discover. Innovation must be handled with patience and care, even if you're planning on using it for evil purposes, else it will get away from you. They're lucky I'm the only thing that's come through the gateway they opened to my world, so far."
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Date: 2026-02-01 05:07 pm (UTC)He also isn't at all sure whether he's being told the truth or this is information for their likely invisible audience to try to convince them to close the damn gate. Except... why would he want that? He can't go home if that happens.
"Were you conscious when you came through?" That's... fairly safe. He thinks. Nothing like trying to find a way to stop the entire ass world he has no connection to at all anymore from going down, when also relatively helpless and effectively brainwashed and mind wiped. "Or brought to this cell?"
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Date: 2026-02-04 01:05 am (UTC)It's fine. He hasn't let anything slip yet. Nor has he lied.
"I was...in and out of consciousness, I think," he says with a frown. "One moment I was in my workshop, and then I was so dizzy and nauseous I couldn't see or think, and then I was in a repulsive-smelling room with a bunch of hulking great humans surrounding me."
There's a momentary pause, and then he adds: "I've been playing dumb up until now. You can tell them I'm a gnome, if you like. I don't think it will matter to them."
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Date: 2026-02-04 01:55 pm (UTC)Does he count as being 'in captivity'? Sure. It's a strange thought.
He really wishes he were dumber sometimes. He would much prefer not seeing the potential, massive, dangerous problems in what else might come through that door. It would save him all sorts of (literal) headaches.
"I assume you'd like to go home?"
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Date: 2026-02-15 04:58 pm (UTC)In fairness, this is him putting on a front, on some level. Already, he feels considerable, if wary, compassion for this strange human. There's nothing for either of them to gain by acting like it, though. If Steve has an iota of intelligence--and the gnome is pretty sure he does--he'll understand. "They overestimate my charisma, I fear, if that's the case. They should have brought you a pretty elf, or maybe a halfling. Everyone likes halflings, they can't help it. Hells, I like halflings."
"No one cares what happens to gnomes. Especially deep gnomes."
"I would like to go home," he nods agreeably. "However, not at the expense of your entire civilization and/or universe. We have our problems under control in Faerun at the moment, but I hate to see what a handful of mindflayers would do to a realm that's not prepared for them."
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Date: 2026-02-25 08:48 pm (UTC)Also, truthfully, Steve's pretty sure this one is more about them gaining leverage over him than the other way around.
"All right." Good info. Means if he can get a chance and enough info, maybe he can shut this thing down. Pay for it, but at least that's not the entire universe or planet paying for it. Mindflayer seems like something would think they'd be able to use, but almost certainly couldn't control. The situation for everyone else doesn't improve if they can. "Maybe they'll be smarter about it than usual."