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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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(The nasty voice inside of him is telling him he’s weak for seeking support like this, but the nasty voice isn’t as loud as it normally is.)
“‘Captain America?’ Bit on the nose, don’t you think? It’s almost as bad as Superman.” Joss is smiling, though. “So you’re a legitimate superhero, Stark? Proper Justice League and everything?”
He snorts. “I’d make a rubbish hero. What would I be called, anyway? Vampire Boy? Immortal Demon Lad?”
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"It was the 40's, he couldn't help it," he defended with a chuckle. His eyebrows rose at that funny name. "Ah.. yeah. That didn't take a lot of thought either, did it?"
The question about being a superhero had him smiling and hesitating briefly before nodding. "If you can consider my work as Iron Man enough to counter all the damage I've caused. Justice League, huh? Where are you getting these names?" They didn't sound like Joss was making them up on the spot.
"You'd be surprised.. and no you'd be.. uh.." Give him a second, he's really too drunk for this. "Sucky the Wonder Fang*!"
[*Name courtesy of Elly because she's the greatest.]
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“He’s famous. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Aquaman...they make up the Justice League and fight supervillains. There’s comic books and films and television programs. Some better than others.” And given that he’s been consuming this media for the past 90 years or thereabouts...
“I’m not sure how Superman got his name. I think the creators just liked how it sounded, but it’s all very Nietzschian, don’t you think?”
He scowls at Tony. “Fuck no. If you’re not careful, Stark, you shall feel my wonder fangs and won’t like it at all.”
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The reaction was exactly what he wanted and he laughed so hard at that, he was shaking both of them for a moment. "You're too fun to mess with kid."
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He pouts, quite adorably, as Tony teases him. "I wouldn't want to be a superhero anyway. Sounds bloody thankless."
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He sighed again and shook his head. "After people had gotten over the shock, their first reaction was that it was our fault the city had taken damage- which it had, but still. So I got my company and set up a free project to the city to clean up after disasters like that. Know what I got? All kinds of grief over it because I was 'taking jobs away from others'." He rolled his eyes. "But then you have those good moments too that make it all worth it."
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He laughs fondly at the memory. He's not particularly fond of witches.
When Tony tells him about his experience, he frowns. "Hmm. It sounds a bit like the end of a film, doesn't it? They never show you that bit. The heroes emerge victorious in the rubble of the city, the planet saved, and then the credits roll. They never say what happens after. I suppose it makes sense that people might be a bit wary if those heroes who had been a part of the destruction suddenly offered to clean it up."
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"It wouldn't have been my first charitable organization for the city, so I thought they'd see it more along those lines. Each to their own, though." It didn't really matter now. He'd given the whole planet back its life and it wasn't contingent on whether they paid him proper dues for it. He was the one who could save it, so he had. He'd go on to explain more of those good moments to Joss, but he found it difficult to let someone else see those moments. He knew Joss and trusted him, but.. "And then you have a boy who is awkward and lost and very obviously going to get himself killed and you get him pointed toward the road that will lead him to being the greatest Avenger of all." No one else had gained a protege.
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"How long have you known Peter? How did you find him?"
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After a moment, he adds, 'Thanks, Joss. You've really helped."
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He shrugs, suddenly feeling awkward. "I just listened."
Wrap?
"Yep." He remarked at Joss saying all he had done. "Thanks." It had been a simple act, but Tony had greatly appreciated it. He was going to keep sitting here with Joss on his knee and either pass out or go back to his room and pass out. For tonight, that was the best this 'superhero' was going to be capable of.