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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.
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However, now he was getting suspicious, so he cautiously sat across from Reigen. "Whatever did he tell you?" Really, walking away should've solved the entire thing. But Tony had said he was trying to protect his reputation and knowing the older man he got angry and..it probably went south in a hand basket really fast.
Ignis felt bad and he decided that at least for the time being he would stay here with Reigen and try to help..if he could. "I didn't mean for things to get as out of hand as they did." Tony should've been the one here saying this, but he promised that he would do this task. After all, when he'd taken his position on the council, he figured he'd have to do this eventually. The advisor had no way of knowing that his first mission of smoothing over ruffled feathers would involve him personally however.
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"He just told me to keep quiet? Was gonna anyway, 'course. There was a bit of yelling...ugh, I don't wanna get you involved in shit. It's'not your fault, really." His stare went back to the bottle, preferring to stare at the sloshing liquid rather than look Ignis in the eye right now. "I'm kinda used to this kind of thing happening? 'm fine." Not that Ignis would even know what Reigen meant by 'this kind of thing'. Ruining his relationships, he guessed.
He was just gonna chalk up how he suddenly felt sweatier than usual and how dry his mouth felt despite having just drank to the side-effects of alcohol.
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He had a feeling there was more to this since the other man wasn't looking at him but he'd figure that out at another time. He had a feeling this went down worse than he was hearing and he half thought to sit the two down and have them talk this out like gentlemen. Reigen was in no mood to hear that suggestion right now and the advisor decided that he would broach it at a later date. Tony valued this man's friendship and Ignis didn't want to see anything happen to that.
Green eyes looked at the blonde, not sure what else to say or do as far as the reason he was here. So he tried a different approach.
"Can I get you anything else?"
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He tried to take another sip of alcohol, but it was starting to leave a nasty aftertaste in his mouth. "That's, uh...no, I'm fine...is there a reason you're being so nice to me, besides feeling guilty?"
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"I wanted to make sure you were alright." He knew Tony could say some pretty cruel things if his temper was flared. And if things went the way it was described to him, that was indeed the case here.
Tony would have to do his own apology still.
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"That's...you really don't have to waste your time. I'm fine." He was starting to feel sick. Definitely because of the alcohol and nothing else.
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"If you're sure, then I'm going to go."
Ignis wasn't sure he should just leave Reigen like this. He did want to say it was his time to 'waste' so to speak but that might sound argumentative and he was more than sure the other man had his fill of that for one day.
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"Um...thanks. For coming over here, I...I'll see you tomorrow." It probably was better that Reigen dealt with the after-effects of his feelings and intoxication alone, but it was kind of nice that someone thought of him even if they didn't need to.
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Hearing the dismissal in the tone, it was pretty much what he'd expected really. So he nodded. "I will see you tomorrow Reigen, take care."
And then he turned and walked out.