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revivalproject2022-03-14 02:28 am
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2022-03-14 02:28 am
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WHO: Tony, Jon and Omega
WHERE: Above and below Temba
WHAT: Tony just trying to keep it together now that he's made the moon scream, apparently.
WHEN: During the SCREAM event
WARNINGS: Event-related traumas might occur. Alcoholism mention at the top.
a. Before the storm... [For Jon]
There had to be only so many times Tony could make this apology before Jon stopped accepting it. In fact, Tony might run out of stuff he could possibly give Jon before he was done making all of his apologies, because his replicator charges went quickly to an ever growing list of necessary components, and the local gift shop had really atrocious service. Jon never even seemed particularly appeased by the flowers. Maybe because they weren't roses. Tony should have gotten Felwinter making more of them.
Apologizing to Cayde for the disastrous Prime thing was much easier--he'd had to make a lot less apologies to the Exo, that line still had some slack, and the pool table had almost been finished before Tony had been distracted by the next incredibly pressing bolt of inspiration. The biggest challenge here was that it had left Tony standing, alone, in the middle of the Deep End, surrounded by the parts that needed some assembly, and a very different kind of distraction standing proudly along the bar. Maybe if he brought one of those bottles to Jon, it would solve both of his problems at once.
He was standing outside the library by the time he realized what an awful idea that was, some distance and fresh air between him and the bar bringing a terrible clarity that left him sitting on the cold step and rolling the pilfered bottle between both hands to watch the liquid roil. If Jon had wanted a bottle, he could have gone to the Deep End himself. Tony would just have to bring this one back to the forge, ruminate on a better apology, maybe not come out again until he had built himself into a someone worth forgiving. The mist starting to gather along the roads in wispy, damp patches was making Tony feel like it was already too late, so much like the cold dew heralding the sharp, unforgiving crest of the morning sun.
The weight that had grown steadily heavier in his pocket wasn't supposed to feel like an apology, and if he didn't figure this out before this dark night was through, it might end up yet another ring in his most shameful collection.
b. Gathering clouds... [For Omega]
There was an unfamiliar focus to this storm that Tony couldn't help but take personally. The others that he had experienced had been so chaotic; as if designed to separate them, and designed to hurt them. The stillness of this one felt intentional, like Tony was meant to reflect on what he had done, cut off from the expansive distraction that was Extremis, trapped in his own head with only the rumble of thunder to fill any of the space.
And that awful scream.
Staring at the moon, hideous enough to the naked eye and no more revealing under telescope, hadn't told him much about how he was meant to fix this problem he had caused, unfortunately. It had just left him very exposed for when that noise came again, making the nanoweb jump out of his skin and leaving him feeling like he was tangled in his own bones, and sending the plates of the armor crashing around the forge erratically. He had to take his investigation out of that danger zone, trying to plot what the moon might have been distracting from. Those figures that appeared looked so much like the holograms that had been at the fair, but it was gone, an empty field with no more to tell. The light in the distance continued to blink, and the one atop the tower continued to be dark.
And what of those strange tunnels? That wasn't a place Tony had investigated for himself yet at all, trusting Cal's reports of the spiders and their strange cages. But if they were part of this whole system, there to spring more tortures on them, maybe they had more terrible secrets. Maybe that was where the projections were coming from.
It did look very dark down that ladder, though. The flash of lightning bursting across Tony's vision only made the darkness deeper in the afterimage.
WHERE: Above and below Temba
WHAT: Tony just trying to keep it together now that he's made the moon scream, apparently.
WHEN: During the SCREAM event
WARNINGS: Event-related traumas might occur. Alcoholism mention at the top.
a. Before the storm... [For Jon]
There had to be only so many times Tony could make this apology before Jon stopped accepting it. In fact, Tony might run out of stuff he could possibly give Jon before he was done making all of his apologies, because his replicator charges went quickly to an ever growing list of necessary components, and the local gift shop had really atrocious service. Jon never even seemed particularly appeased by the flowers. Maybe because they weren't roses. Tony should have gotten Felwinter making more of them.
Apologizing to Cayde for the disastrous Prime thing was much easier--he'd had to make a lot less apologies to the Exo, that line still had some slack, and the pool table had almost been finished before Tony had been distracted by the next incredibly pressing bolt of inspiration. The biggest challenge here was that it had left Tony standing, alone, in the middle of the Deep End, surrounded by the parts that needed some assembly, and a very different kind of distraction standing proudly along the bar. Maybe if he brought one of those bottles to Jon, it would solve both of his problems at once.
He was standing outside the library by the time he realized what an awful idea that was, some distance and fresh air between him and the bar bringing a terrible clarity that left him sitting on the cold step and rolling the pilfered bottle between both hands to watch the liquid roil. If Jon had wanted a bottle, he could have gone to the Deep End himself. Tony would just have to bring this one back to the forge, ruminate on a better apology, maybe not come out again until he had built himself into a someone worth forgiving. The mist starting to gather along the roads in wispy, damp patches was making Tony feel like it was already too late, so much like the cold dew heralding the sharp, unforgiving crest of the morning sun.
The weight that had grown steadily heavier in his pocket wasn't supposed to feel like an apology, and if he didn't figure this out before this dark night was through, it might end up yet another ring in his most shameful collection.
b. Gathering clouds... [For Omega]
There was an unfamiliar focus to this storm that Tony couldn't help but take personally. The others that he had experienced had been so chaotic; as if designed to separate them, and designed to hurt them. The stillness of this one felt intentional, like Tony was meant to reflect on what he had done, cut off from the expansive distraction that was Extremis, trapped in his own head with only the rumble of thunder to fill any of the space.
And that awful scream.
Staring at the moon, hideous enough to the naked eye and no more revealing under telescope, hadn't told him much about how he was meant to fix this problem he had caused, unfortunately. It had just left him very exposed for when that noise came again, making the nanoweb jump out of his skin and leaving him feeling like he was tangled in his own bones, and sending the plates of the armor crashing around the forge erratically. He had to take his investigation out of that danger zone, trying to plot what the moon might have been distracting from. Those figures that appeared looked so much like the holograms that had been at the fair, but it was gone, an empty field with no more to tell. The light in the distance continued to blink, and the one atop the tower continued to be dark.
And what of those strange tunnels? That wasn't a place Tony had investigated for himself yet at all, trusting Cal's reports of the spiders and their strange cages. But if they were part of this whole system, there to spring more tortures on them, maybe they had more terrible secrets. Maybe that was where the projections were coming from.
It did look very dark down that ladder, though. The flash of lightning bursting across Tony's vision only made the darkness deeper in the afterimage.
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Omega stole a look back, shaking her head a little. "No. It's Hunter. He's our sergeant. ...you don't see him, do you..?"
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"Little taller than you, only half as sharp? Nose like Cayde's? No, that's Echo, that's why he's so sensitive to smell," he ventured, starting up the hall again, hoping he was still going the right way toward the ladder.
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"He's about your height. They all are, except for Wrecker. He's a full head taller," she said. "Hunter has long hair, and a red bandanna around his forehead. And half a skull tattooed across the left side of his face."
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"Well..." he ventured, "Space is cool. Blowing stuff up and not even flinching is cool. Having a really expensive pair of sunglasses so that no one can see your face is cool. Most importantly, I am incredibly cool. So, however you would describe me." He flashed her a magazine-cover smile, inviting her worst scrutiny.
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She looked at Tony as he presented himself as the epitome of cool, brow arching as she gave him a faintly amused look. "Well. You're smart like Tech. Fun like Wrecker. Persistent like Echo, and brave like Hunter." She paused before adding on, "But you're a lot more carefree, well, sometimes." There were things he was concerned with, a lot of things, really. It was why he was down here in a sewer. But Omega wasn't going to complain for the company.
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It took Tony clearing his throat, frowning very intently like he was listening to a serious argument, to get to, "I knew you were the most clever one. Besides the hanging out in the sewers thing, that's pretty weird, but you could be the brains of the operation. Come on, we've got to get you back to Echo before he does something foolish." Just ahead was the watery pool of light where the ladder stood, and their salvation from this tunnel full of ghosts.