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revivalproject2022-04-02 08:27 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2022-04-02 08:27 pm
Entry tags:
- destiny: cayde-6,
- detroit become human: york stark,
- ffvii: reeve tuesti (crau),
- it chapter 2: richie tozier,
- marvel comics: tommy shepherd,
- star wars: cal kestis,
- the magnus archives: jonathan sims,
- voltron: keith (dfau),
- †: circle of magic: lark,
- †: destiny: lord felwinter,
- †: ffxv: noctis lucis caelum,
- †: marvel comics: jean grey (crau),
- †: marvel comics: lauri-ell,
- †: marvel comics: tony stark,
- †: mcu: quentin beck,
- †: star wars: rey
Indictment
WHO: Absolutely everyone.
WHERE: The diner.
WHAT: A decision has to made about threats to the community.
WHEN: After an attempted murder, a chaotic rescue, and an awkward reunion. Now.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet. Mark it if something comes up because...
NOTES: Structurally, this is a mingle, so you can decide what part of this is actually important to you. What you talk about in here doesn't have to be directly Beck-related, but for details about the incident, further organizing, and if you want to determine what your characters might have done/seen/heard in the meantime, this post is still good!
[NETWORK//text @ everyone]
This was the last thing Tony wanted to do. The diner at least felt familiar, neutral--somewhere he could be in control, without having all of the attention on him. Being able to bask in the attention would have been so much easier. As it was, that felt like he would be inviting everyone to really examine the cracks in the armor. They were here because he had already lost control.
As if that didn't already feel enough like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, Tony found himself standing in a circle of seats that he had arranged, the tables pushed up against the walls, and couldn't honestly say how much that had been intentional. He raised a lip, and looked to Felwinter as though he would have any illuminating insight about productive interior design. He seemed like he wanted to be here even less than Tony did. Beck was his charge for the time being, though, and as awkward as it was to stand in his stupid chair-circle with the pair of them, Tony did appreciate having Felwinter there to keep an eye on their...problem. Even if having witnesses to his restless energy made it all the more humiliating. Felwinter couldn't sit on Beck forever just to make sure he didn't lure anyone else off the edge of a cliff, so they were all going to have to survive a little humiliation.
"I think the coffee's done," Tony declared, with absolutely no idea what state the coffee was actually in and readily moving toward the kitchen regardless. "Do you want one? I'll get you one. Do you do that sort of...?" He was still talking, and what Felwinter did or didn't eat and drink might have otherwise been something Tony pushed him about, but he was already mentally in the kitchen and trailed off as he went, flapping a hand to wave off any refusal of his offer or explanation about Felwinter's digestive situation. Maybe he would just stay in the kitchen and listen, let Beck hang himself.
Tony took a deep breath, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and squaring his shoulders, readying himself for a performance.
WHERE: The diner.
WHAT: A decision has to made about threats to the community.
WHEN: After an attempted murder, a chaotic rescue, and an awkward reunion. Now.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet. Mark it if something comes up because...
NOTES: Structurally, this is a mingle, so you can decide what part of this is actually important to you. What you talk about in here doesn't have to be directly Beck-related, but for details about the incident, further organizing, and if you want to determine what your characters might have done/seen/heard in the meantime, this post is still good!
[NETWORK//text @ everyone]
Come to the diner. We have to talk.
If you don't show up, I'll assume you agree with me because you're incredibly intelligent and graceful. The city of Temba thanks you for your contribution to our justice system.
This was the last thing Tony wanted to do. The diner at least felt familiar, neutral--somewhere he could be in control, without having all of the attention on him. Being able to bask in the attention would have been so much easier. As it was, that felt like he would be inviting everyone to really examine the cracks in the armor. They were here because he had already lost control.
As if that didn't already feel enough like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, Tony found himself standing in a circle of seats that he had arranged, the tables pushed up against the walls, and couldn't honestly say how much that had been intentional. He raised a lip, and looked to Felwinter as though he would have any illuminating insight about productive interior design. He seemed like he wanted to be here even less than Tony did. Beck was his charge for the time being, though, and as awkward as it was to stand in his stupid chair-circle with the pair of them, Tony did appreciate having Felwinter there to keep an eye on their...problem. Even if having witnesses to his restless energy made it all the more humiliating. Felwinter couldn't sit on Beck forever just to make sure he didn't lure anyone else off the edge of a cliff, so they were all going to have to survive a little humiliation.
"I think the coffee's done," Tony declared, with absolutely no idea what state the coffee was actually in and readily moving toward the kitchen regardless. "Do you want one? I'll get you one. Do you do that sort of...?" He was still talking, and what Felwinter did or didn't eat and drink might have otherwise been something Tony pushed him about, but he was already mentally in the kitchen and trailed off as he went, flapping a hand to wave off any refusal of his offer or explanation about Felwinter's digestive situation. Maybe he would just stay in the kitchen and listen, let Beck hang himself.
Tony took a deep breath, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and squaring his shoulders, readying himself for a performance.
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Holy shit.
No, that wasn't possible, was it?
"This isn't the first time you tried to kill someone."
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There was the faintest of smirks on his face, only for a moment, but long enough for someone like Tommy to catch.
"Mm?" he prompted innocently.
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"I thought I had fucked up. I was helping Tony build that speeder. I thought I had fucked up and got people hurt!"
He thought he'd endangered innocent lives. Tony would never make that sort of mistake and put that machine in Cayde's hands without testing it first. But he never got to test it, had he? And Tommy had blamed himself for fucking something up.
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"Who says you didn't?"
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"You thought Tony would ride it first. I'd call you a son of a bitch but I bet your mother would agree with me that you're fucking useless scum, which makes her good in my books."
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"Hey." He pulls-or tries to pull, Tommy back. "It's not worth sinking to his level." He says in a voice that doesn't really belong on a fifteen year old.
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"You should listen to him."
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Really, the frustrating thing is that Peter's stronger than him. A lot. So the kid actually does pull him back. Fucking hell.
"Make me, Beck. You piece of fucking scum."
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"Don't egg him on." Peter tells him.
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"I was just agreeing with you."
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"Fucking murdering head case!"
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"Both of you stop it!" Peter snaps. He did not want to play referee today but he knows that despite what Beck had done he'll never forgive himself if he just sat and did nothing. He learned his lesson the first time.
And Beck is just.. really making this harder. He turns to glare at the man.
"If you say anything else I'll..." He falters, trying to think of a threat. "..Web your mouth shut!"
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Beck arched a brow and raised his palms pointedly, not saying a word. He just smiled wider.
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"I don't know what's wrong with you, but seriously, stop it." He tells Beck with a shake of his head.
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"That doesn't mean I don't want to." He bluffed. "But my Aunt and Uncle taught me better than that."
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"What were you going to do when I figure it out-because I was going to-were you going to kill me too? Is that why my spider-sense has been going crazy around you? You don't care about me, you don't care about anyone. And what's really fucked up is that I still care about you."
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He looked at Peter with something like pity after that admission. "I thought you were supposed to be smart, Peter," he admonished. There were countless reasons for Peter to see Beck for what he was. Any one of them should have been enough.
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He stops and takes a in breath to calm himself down. "Too bad for you, you're gonna have to kill me then because now that I know who you really are? I'll never stop getting in your way."