Brooding and Fighting

[runs_on_batteries]

Who: Tony and OTA
What: Varies
When: Basoon 16- late (might add another time/ date too)/ Basoon 17-18 Training in Gym and also on those days, tearing up a row of chairs in the standard car.
Where: Varies
CW: Language, Talk about death/ anxiety, depression; violence-ish?
Notes: For the first part- His first response is going to be to tell you to go away. However, if your character will stick it out beyond that, feel free to tag in.

[Brooding]

It was well after dinner when the majority of the passengers wouldn't be in the dining carriage with none of the lights on. Those who snacked tended to stay in the kitchen. There are a few dishes left to do, but they were far down on Tony's list of worries.

He'd had several drinks from the bottle of scotch he'd purchased and that had led to a very dark mood. His back was to the doorway, his helmet was on the table next to him with the open bottle, and a projected image was playing in front of him. There were three voices in the video- his, a woman's, and a little girl's. A little girl who looked a lot like a younger version of Buttercup was playing around a park and a lovely blonde woman following along after her. The woman keeps looking at the camera and joking about Tony needing to stop filming everything, but of course he makes up some stupid reason about why this was vital for the sake of all of humanity. There's another one with the same duo are playing in the woods with a tiny set of Iron Man masks and gloves.

[Training]

He was a little hungover, but in a way the bad mood just made him want to fight even more. He'd called over the ICP for anyone who would like to start training to learn hand to hand combat.

He found some material to make small cushion gloves like those a boxer might have (only obviously not as good as those). He's wearing his cargo pants and a black tank top. He calls Peter up to the front of the class and passes over another set of the makeshift boxing gloves.

[Added! Getting spare parts- Late afternoon 17 ]

Tony found the belt Manabu had set aside for a holster for his gun and decided to put his tools on it. He was already sweaty from the training, so he didn't bother cleaning up when he was going to be working more. So in his black undershirt, a sledgehammer over on shoulder, and a metallic glove from his suit he whistled his way to the standard carriage.

There was no need for this many chairs in here. They would never need this many. So, he went over to the front row and lifted the hammer. With a purely devilish grin, he grunted from the exertion and TWA-BANG. The headrest of the chair went flying. He kept working, going back and forth between the sledgehammer, a very concentrated beam from his glove for cutting, and a screwdriver until he had one short row of chairs dismantled.

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[faithfulsupport]

Ignis didn't hesitate to go to the kitchen to get some coffee. He'd had quite the full day but that still never stopped him from going for coffee. He tried to go to bed after his roommates were settled in so that he didn't get many questions when he got to the room.

Hearing Tony's voice made him stop and then it sounded as if someone was talking to them. Curious, he walked in and saw the images, though he remained in the doorway. The woman was beautiful and the little girl was nothing but adorable. Crossing his arms over his chest he stayed there quietly and smiled. Tony looked really happy and Ignis felt guilty.

That was when he decided that if she showed up, he would bow out of Tony's life. Looking over he saw the other sitting there. His green eyes noticed the alcohol too but he made no attempt to move. "She's lovely, and so is your daughter."

[runs_on_batteries]

Ignis' voice broke his reverie and he sighed. He tossed back the rest he had in the tumbler in his hand before pouring himself another. Only after the next sip, he answered. And it wasn't a polite one.

"Morgan. Get out." The words had a slight, unsteady slur to them.

[faithfulsupport]

The alcohol got a narrowed look as did Tony. "I haven't been her age in quite some time." There was a slight laugh in Ignis' voice.

He made no attempt to get in the other man's face, so he kneeled on the floor next to the chair that Tony was occupying. He nodded to the screen and kept his eyes on it. "I can most certainly see why you married her and your daughter definitely has your look about her."

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony sighed again as he felt more than saw Ignis approaching. The retort didn't make any sense. Of course, that might be because he was quite drunk currently.

He was quiet for a few moments, as though he were purposefully ignoring Ignis' presence before clearly failing. He shifted his gaze to meet the man now kneeling next to him. That just had to be a cultural thing in Ignis' weirdo king word he was from. Stupid king. A king who couldn't see his whatever Ignis was was in love with him. Wait.. the king wasn't who he was in love with.. Were there two kings? Duo king. Maybe one took the morning shift and the other the night. Bet the night king had more fun.

"She looks like Buttercup." What else was there to say? Ignis already knew where the source of his pain was coming from. "Get a glass. I need someone to drink with."

Training

[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter's sitting on the gym floor with the other, arms loosely wrapped around his knees as he watches. His eyes go a bit wide and his face loses a bit of color. Really? Tony's gonna just call him out like that. At least this isn't school even if it somehow feels like every from gym class is watching him.

He lets out a sigh and gets to his feet. He's still in pajamas because they're way more comfortable and easier to move in than cargo pants. He doesn't say anything about how uncomfortable he is demonstrating anything with an audience like this and just takes the boxing-mitts.

Re: Training

[runs_on_batteries]

"Obviously the best thing to do in a fight, is to avoid one if at all possible- particularly those of you who are smaller. Sometimes that just isn't an option and we're not sending you back out on these missions without you knowing how to at least hit correctly. Peter, stand there." Tony pointed at a spot on the floor where he should stand.

"Alright, first things first, you have to get your feet in the right spot. You put your front foot generally facing whoever it is your squaring of, your other leg at and angle. You want to stand your ground. This is important. If you look ready for a fight and like you might know what you're doing you can often avoid one too. Now- no, Peter, stand a little wider. Bend your knees. Come on, no- you look like a monkey! Stop that."

[hashtagparkerluck]

He does not do well in the spotlight, not as Peter Parker anyways. As Spider-Man, he wears a mask and swings around and sometimes stops for selfies but as Peter he's awkward and nervous and May tried to get him official self defense type lessons but they didn't really stick and his senses just went crazy.

Tony, at least, doesn't register as a threat but his tone is irritated and Peter might not look like it, but he's trying he's just flustered.

"Like this?" Apparently not then- "Uh.. okay-sorry-I uh..." Peter shifts some into what he thinks is right. Feet pointed at opponent-legs bent-no that's too much-shit he's over thinking this!

[runs_on_batteries]

It seemed from the outside like Peter was trying to goof off or not follow directions, but Tony wasn't sure. It didn't feel good that he no longer was sure about things like that.

He moves behind Peter and using his own foot, pushes one foot and then the other into position. "Now bend- yes, just like that. The first step we're going to jab. It's not as fancy as a hook like you see in the movies. You're going to use this muscle here," He put his hand on Peter's arm so he could feel where that was. "And just extend it." He guided the young man's hand while also pushing a bit on his back to guide him through the motion.

Stepping away, he moved so Peter was next to him instead of in front of him. "Just like that. Now keep doing it. Right. Again. Again. Are you feeling where the power is coming from? You can do it."

Brooding

[bombashbunny]

Ash had heard the sound playing as she'd passed by and stopped at the sound of Tony's voice. She debated whether to intrude or not, deciding it may be better to bother and dig than stand aside when she noticed the bottle of scotch. She entered and sat carefully next to him, being careful not to make a sound so as to not disturb Tony too much.

She sat in silence for a while, watching with him. She could remember running around with the children of the Crystarium, playing. Many of them had been orphaned because of the Sin Eaters. Her ears gradually fell back as she thought of this.

If he didn't beat her to it, she would speak just loudly enough to be heard. "Is this your family?"

Re: Brooding

[runs_on_batteries]

He didn't speak. He didn't look at her at all while she came and joined him. Internally he fought whether or not to bark at her to get out. Instead, he chose to ignore her. It was the least mean option he could think of in his current state.

That option didn't pan out as she spoke to him. He sighed and poured more of the scotch into his glass and passed it over to her. "Morgan, my daughter and Pepper, my wife." Two individuals he'd never see again. His words were a bit slurred as he spoke and there was a strain, like the emotions were just barely being contained under the surface.

[bombashbunny]

She took the glass from him and held it for a moment, still watching the playback of Tony and his family. The scenes playing out where rare sights, truth being told. It was not very often that Ash actually saw full and complete families like this. She knew she should perhaps be more upset at this realization than she was, but she wasn't. She was glad to see that Tony had a family.

"They are lovely. Morgan reminds me of a little girl I used to play with at the Crystarium." She shotgunned the scotch as that memory crept up, then offered the glass back. It was a request for more rather than relinquishing the glass, but she'd relinquish the glass as well. "You must really miss them."

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony smiled at her conclusion that they were lovely. They were his pride and joy, so of course he agreed. It was nice, though, to hear someone else thought so too. Both women were beautiful to their core.

"Does she? Buttercup reminds me of her." Buttercup was obviously older than the girl in the video, but there were a lot of similarities. They both had long straight hair and a daring, adventurous side. Neither liked to wear shoes or brush their hair. His heart squeezed tightly in his chest as the grief rippled through him.

"I don't know why this has changed anything. I knew I was going to die but.. May, one of the new passengers, is Peter's aunt." He finally looked directly at Ash. "She went to my funeral."

Training

[knifewithnoname]

She had sensed his mood, or rather smelled the alcohol on him the day before and stayed away. He was dangerous and unpredictable at the best of times, never mind when he was drunk. She had returned to her sleeping nest in the luggage carriage for the night.

But when he announced training... He had offered that in the cave as well. A chance to learn to fight better. If the mission had taught him anything it was that she definitely needed to learn to fight better. She knows how to kill but most of what she does relies on her not being seen until it's too late. That's hard to do in a battle.

So she is sat cross legged, bare foot, in just her poloshirt and combat trousers. Watching carefully.

Re: Training

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony would hate it if he knew he'd scared her. He hadn't been in his room until he was was brought there by the magic of the train. So he didn't see she wasn't in the room.

After he'd run his first demonstration with Peter, he got the gloves back and looked at the small group of students. "Buttercup, come on. Show me what you've got." He held out the gloves, giving her a smile.

[knifewithnoname]

She had no idea what was going on with Peter, but he had stormed out and Tony seemed as confused as she was. Peter was a strange boy. She was pretty sure he had been sad about killing the goblins, even if that made no sense because the goblins were very much trying to eat them.

Luckily having had a sort of demonstration she understood what the gloves were so she slipped them on. Not that she had any intention of punching Tony. That would be like a mouse trying to chop down a tree.

She nodded at him once the gloves were on and considered her options. Ideally if she had to kill Tony he wouldn't even see her coming. But this wasn't a class about killing, it was a class about fighting and that was different.

If she was cornered by Tony and had to fight face on... How was best? She remembered Kant's lessons. There had only been a few in actual fighting, she would be trained better at the temple. But... She rushed forwards, using the fact she was small to try and knock his leg off balance by rushing into it on the side.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony had expected her to try and hit him since he'd giving her the glove, however she rushes at him instead. He'd like to think if he hadn't been surprised or still somewhat thinking about Peter's outburst, he might have been able to dodge her, but her attack is successful in knocking him down.

From the impact, the wind was knocked out of him, but after a couple coughs, he gave her a grin. "Well done!" He rolled back to his feet and got up. "Now, this time, I want you to swing at me." He tapped his hand protected by his glove. "Remember the power comes from your back foot. Look, you twist into it." They needed some real training equipment. He wondered if the conductor would listen if he made a list of requests.

spare parts

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis had been wanting to speak to Tony for a bit regarding what he'd found out about Raven. Somehow between settling everyone in, he hadn't found the time. But now he was bustling about, trying to let the other know what had been discovered.

As his long legs walked the train, he heard a lot of noise. Figuring that had to be the man he was searching for, Ignis turned himself in the direction of the banging. And sure enough, there was Tony gleefully striking innocent chairs for who in the Six knew what reason.

He took a position up in the doorway because that was just infinitely safer and he waited until his presence was discovered. And he would wait all damn day.

[runs_on_batteries]

The first chair had been dismantled fairly recklessly. Tony wouldn't need to be pressed too hard to admit that one had been more blowing off steam. The rest of the row were treated with much more precision. He unscrewed the bolts to the ground, cut the fabric keeping the pieces as whole as possible, he pulled the padding out and attempted to keep those in decent shape, before turning to dismantle the actual metal frames. Those got the sledgehammer.

Unfortunately Tony was having a blast and didn't notice he had an audience for a good fifteen minutes. Just as he was dropping to the floor on his back to see what one of the metal seats were stuck on, his gaze finally caught the figure in the doorway. Well, more like was startled and dropped his screwdriver. He immediately powered off his glove.

"Shit, Ignis. How long have you been standing there?" He wiped his brow and accidentally smeared a bit of metal grease on his forehead.

[faithfulsupport]

Tony was impressive going around smashing things. It was beautifully primal and something that Ignis would never allow himself to indulge in even for a moment. But he turned his head away before he could get too caught up in watching those muscles work. That old man the other claimed to be certainly wasn't present today.

"Long enough to watch you hard at work."

The grease spot on Tony's forehead amused him but he made no attempt to call any attention to it. "Can you spare a moment of your time? I promise I'll let you get right back to work." Far be it from Ignis to interrupt a gorgeous man destroying things in a contained space. The advisor would simply stand around and watch.

Brooding

[internetsexsymbol]

It was one of those nights where Reigen couldn't fall asleep no matter how late it got. He should have expected that after a few days of sleeping fine simply from post-mission exhaustion he'd be due for another bout of insomnia. Staring at the ceiling with his thoughts didn't appeal to him, so he figured he'd make himself some tea and hang out in the dining car until he actually felt tired.

He hadn't expected anyone else to be there at this hour, much less Tony, accompanied by a bottle of scotch, watching what looked to be old home videos. Reigen could connect the dots that it must have been Tony's wife and daughter on the screen, and it made him feel like an intruder on what clearly wasn't something he was supposed to see. It would be easier if he left quietly and pretended it never happened.

"...cute kid you've got there." Reigen said softly, even though he had no clue why he was speaking at all rather than going away. He really wasn't very good at keeping his mouth shut.

Re: Brooding

[runs_on_batteries]

He could sense someone was there, but at the moment, he didn't care who. He just wanted them gone. Gone, like so many others he knew and loved. Gone, like he was going to be as soon as this train was done with him. He'd be just like Manabu and Evie and walk mindlessly from the back of the train through the ticket booth. If he returned to exactly where he left, the next few minutes would be his last.

"Yep. Get out." The words were much more gruff than normal.

He set a tumbler on the table next to him and poured himself another glass of the booze. It didn't make sense why he'd be reacting so strongly to this. He already had known it was the most likely outcome and it was far preferable to the alternative but.. to know exactly when you were going to die.

"Never seeing them again."

[internetsexsymbol]

"I would, but I don't think you'll be able to make it back to your room later. Instead, you're gonna fall over because you're drunk and it's dark, you'll break something, and then you'll be back in the medical car. Psychic's intuition tells me I need to prevent that future." More like concern over what he assumed was part of a depressive episode. It felt irresponsible to let the older man be alone like this.

Reigen walked closer to the table, frowning at the amount of booze Tony had already gone through. "Seriously, though, you've had enough scotch for one night." He had half a mind to confiscate the bottle right there, honestly.

Looking at the screen instead, Reigen observed the woman and little girl for a moment. How simple and happy it all looked just made what he said more depressing. "What are their names?"

Brooding

[dredefulchilde]

"Who are they?"

Joscelin doesn't mind that the lights are off--he's a vampire and has perfect night vision. It's hardly an inconvenience. He'd simply followed the combined smells of alcohol and human despair to Tony and decided to park himself a somewhat respectful distance away from the old man.

"She looks like you, that girl. Your daughter?"

[runs_on_batteries]

"Get out."

He didn't want to deal with people or thinking or anything other than pretending he was elsewhere and wasn't a dead man. That thought alone made him toss back the leftover contents of the glass of scotch he had and poured himself another. The lid to the bottle clattered as he tried to put it back on and failed. The lid slipped off the table somewhere behind Tony and he didn't move a muscle to find it.

That next question was met with a sigh, but not another demand for him to leave. "Yes. Morgan. She.. actually seemed to favor my dad a little more than me, but.." He shrugged. It was about the same thing. He looked like his dad too, after all. His words were coherent as he spoke, but it wouldn't be hard to detect a slight slur to them too. It was likely another glass or two and he'd be slurring pretty bad.

[dredefulchilde]

“You’re drunk.”

It’s not an accusation, just an observation. Joss sighs and stands, walking towards the galley. He returns a few minutes later with a pot of coffee, two mugs, and the errant bottle cap. Small hands shove a mug at Stark.

“You don’t seem the type to succumb to homesickness like this. What happened?”