Hazy Shade of Winter

[tyrants_son]

WHO: Lord Felwinter and others
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: The warlord keeps busy.
WHEN: Mid to late January
WARNINGS: TBA
NOTES: Will match pose format



The Forge (for Tony)
It was not without some resignation that the warlord made his way towards the edge of the city where the man Tony Stark had laid claim to the local forge. But with such a specific need, one could not be picky, and the man did decent work so far as he could tell. The snowmen out front were however another story.

The trio of shapes seemed haphazardly packed together from the pink snow, heads listing to the side, barely balanced but somehow still remaining in their places. Twigs, rocks and leaves made up the barest of details. Felwinter regarded these strange snow beings that stood sentry not far from the mostly hidden path winding off towards Tony's domain, his Ghost giving a shrug as she floated beside him.

They continued onwards, listening for the telltale sounds that would verify whether Tony was present and at work or not, although Felspring would be able to detect any presences soon enough.


Security Station (Open)
Given how rare it appeared anyone else ventured to the station and its adjacent tower, the snow coating the road out front was hardly traversed, and depending on the most recent snowfall, bore perhaps only one set of fresh tracks.

It wasn't as though the warlord made it well-known where he had chosen to shelter, but he did not expect to receive any guests either- not that it was an easy feat considering the elevator to the topmost floor where he dwelled was non-functional. Despite Wanda's suggestions, he had only gone so far as to fix up one of the offices just below as a more privately enclosed space to rest, although he still hadn't bothered with a bed. He felt better with a wall at his back.

One might catch him coming or going from the station, usually early or later in the day.


Diner (Open)
This wasn't a place Felwinter tended to frequent. It however seemed an ideal place as any to stockpile firewood should anyone need it, and since he was unfamiliar with the methods of how people cooked here, he might also think that they were restricted to cookfires as those back home. There was a neat stack of wood set up just outside the door, and some stacked within against a wall where it wouldn't be in anyone's way.

If one didn't come across the warlord as he carried a fresh load on his back as he returned from the woods, then they might find him piling the logs outside or within.

Comments

[tyrants_son]

Luck. The two Fels shared a glance. Neither felt that luck had anything to do with it, but the Traveler hadn't left much instructions for Ghosts, even if Felspring said it had told her whom to choose. "I do consider myself fortunate to have her with me," Felwinter said, and he did mean it.

The door was still massive enough to be an awkward thing to move, but it was managed with Tony's directing. The Exo tilted his head inquisitively at the man's instruction, but he stooped down, wishing that perhaps more of his intention would have been made known as he found himself being used as a stepping stool. His Ghost held back a laugh, drifting up to offer some light for Tony if he needed it.

[in_extremis]

"That's it, sweetheart, we're almost done," Tony cooed while he worked, and it might have been a sign of his appreciation for the help from his guests except that he was clearly talking to the door itself. His tone was not nearly as affectionate when he directed it at Felwinter and demanded, "What's with the coat, then?" It had quickly become much less cold in the forge with the gap blocked and the heat of the fire seeping back into all of the dark corners, but Felwinter's metal wasn't warming up quickly under Tony's toes. Tony did at least murmur some context into his work, "If radiation isn't a problem..."

[tyrants_son]

Felwinter stared hard at Stark's feet before lifting his head to eye the man. "I feel it suits me. Should I be questioning your own attire?" Even with mention of the radiation from earlier, he couldn't pick out a solid line of reasoning.

He shifted beneath the man's feet, certainly intentional given how statue-still he'd been capable of standing. "Do you have something against me, Tony Stark?"

[in_extremis]

Either the shifting or the question finally got Tony to look down at his unwilling stepstool with a pout and pinch of a frown. "If I didn't care for you, Icicle, I wouldn't care about your coat," he pointed out, though maybe he could see how being wilfully annoying and peppering Felwinter with questions would seem inhospitable. And the standing on him thing, that might be a little rude. Luckily, it was about time for Tony to step down anyway, so he could at least do Felwinter that courtesy to move along to the bolts at the side of the door, and maybe his lingering pout could have been interpreted as an apology. "Most of the synthetics I know don't wear any clothes at all," he said. "I know Cayde does, but he--he eats noodles, too, he's got all these hangups, he used to be a meatbag."

[tyrants_son]

He was all at once wary again, not that the wariness ever dissipated completely, watching Stark as the man got down. The Exo slowly got to his own feet again, deliberate as a snake rising from its coils. Felspring drifted back down beside him.

"...but you don't question him, not like this," Felwinter said steadily.

[in_extremis]

That might have been true, but a) there were plenty more possible reasons for that than Tony having 'something against' Felwinter and b) "What makes you say that?" Now they were wary at each other, Tony's eyes narrowed and busy hands paused to consider what Felwinter had just told him. "You watch us," he put out plainly for all of them, so they could all consider whether or asking directly or stalking was the bigger asshole move that they should be interrogating.

Ideally, that was enough to drop it, because they didn't need to talk about Tony's stalking.

[tyrants_son]

"A presumption." Which was true. But then so was the accusation. Felwinter met Stark's eyes.

"I am not the first," he said. The means had already been in place. He said nothing more, not unless Stark wanted to be forthcoming in his own activities.

[in_extremis]

This whole place was designed to watch them, so that wasn't exactly news. The least Felwinter could do was be a little guilty about it, like all of the perfectly normal control freaks in the room. Under that intent gaze, Tony felt he had to offer defensively, "You don't have to stick around if this isn't your kind of party." He tossed his head back to the workbench, and the business Felwinter was supposed to be here for, and said, "You're missing a piece. It'll take me a while to fire it." It wouldn't, really, but Felwinter didn't need to know that if it gave Tony more time to study the shotgun. Unless he really wanted to press his voyeuristic streak and call Tony on the bluff.

[tyrants_son]

Felwinter didn't really care how long it would take so long as he had a working shotgun by the end of it. He did continue to stare the man down, of course, as though he could peel away whatever layers of secrecy Stark ducked behind with his redirections.

Finally the warlord turned, walking back to where he'd laid down his helmet to retrieve it. Whether the faceless visor was an improvement or not over the burning optics was up for debate as he turned it back towards the man.

"Let me know when it is finished. I'll return then."