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voidtreckerexpress2019-10-02 01:35 pm
runs_on_batteries) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-10-02 01:35 pm
Brooding and Fighting
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.
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.