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revivalproject2020-06-03 05:21 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2020-06-03 05:21 pm
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WHO: Tony Stark, dangerously open
WHERE: Tony's Calibration Room
WHAT: You're stuck in Tony's head and good luck, buddy, he doesn't want to be there, either.
WHEN: During the Calibration Event (June 3rd - July 10th)
WARNINGS: Some body horror under the cut, but otherwise it depends on you. Digging for Tony's secrets is still going to be a challenge here, so if you work for it I'll assume you want to see that nasty stuff. I'll update as necessary.
Update: Horny, as usual.
There is bright, dazzling light in the eye immediately upon entering this room, another door directly in front of the entrance peppered with bursts of camera flashes and roving spotlights illuminating the fine, gold silk drapes around the open frame, flashing through intricate, stained glass mosaics set into the stone flanking the entryway, and glinting off of the golden struts where a velvet rope had hung but had been knocked carelessly to the floor, an open invitation. Through it is a sweet-smelling party, packed with beautiful people in even more beautiful clothes, laughing among the sumptuous chime of crystal in a warm, welcoming hall. The wall stretching away from either side of it reaches almost to the extreme edges of the room, incrementally decaying from polished brickwork to raw, cracked stone, tumbling down into rubble that litters the way further into this room around the corner from the rich door.
This building the door is set into is just a wall from the other side, built up into a dark cave of that raw stone. Tony is pacing behind it, nowhere in the cave welcoming enough to sit or linger, jagged piles of scrap metal where there wasn't cold stone lining the walls and scattered in piles that would have to be carefully navigated to avoid sharp edges glinting readily to slice into ankles. The lone occupant isn't dressed nearly as charmingly as anyone at that party that would have been such a good time, his once white shirt wrinkled and tattered and rolled up to his elbows, open at the collar and liberally stained black down the front with whatever dripped from his hands, thick and dark like oil and charcoal. In one hand, coated in this viscous liquor, his ever restless fingers worked erratically and mercilessly over a dark knot. The sweet smell of the hall is long gone here, overtaken quickly by acid and whiskey and a bitter, sick smoke.
Set into the back of the wall, there is a computer monitor, spilling a soft blue glow across the stone floor with a constant generation of lines of code in an alien alphabet that Tony throws judgemental glances at as he paces back toward the front of the cave. Most of the light comes from the back of the room, though, the roof of the cave opening to a bright, blue sky, where soft clouds make a slow march across and birds wheel freely, well above the curl of smoke that whisped up out of the cave and dissipated.
WHERE: Tony's Calibration Room
WHAT: You're stuck in Tony's head and good luck, buddy, he doesn't want to be there, either.
WHEN: During the Calibration Event (June 3rd - July 10th)
WARNINGS: Some body horror under the cut, but otherwise it depends on you. Digging for Tony's secrets is still going to be a challenge here, so if you work for it I'll assume you want to see that nasty stuff. I'll update as necessary.
Update: Horny, as usual.
There is bright, dazzling light in the eye immediately upon entering this room, another door directly in front of the entrance peppered with bursts of camera flashes and roving spotlights illuminating the fine, gold silk drapes around the open frame, flashing through intricate, stained glass mosaics set into the stone flanking the entryway, and glinting off of the golden struts where a velvet rope had hung but had been knocked carelessly to the floor, an open invitation. Through it is a sweet-smelling party, packed with beautiful people in even more beautiful clothes, laughing among the sumptuous chime of crystal in a warm, welcoming hall. The wall stretching away from either side of it reaches almost to the extreme edges of the room, incrementally decaying from polished brickwork to raw, cracked stone, tumbling down into rubble that litters the way further into this room around the corner from the rich door.
This building the door is set into is just a wall from the other side, built up into a dark cave of that raw stone. Tony is pacing behind it, nowhere in the cave welcoming enough to sit or linger, jagged piles of scrap metal where there wasn't cold stone lining the walls and scattered in piles that would have to be carefully navigated to avoid sharp edges glinting readily to slice into ankles. The lone occupant isn't dressed nearly as charmingly as anyone at that party that would have been such a good time, his once white shirt wrinkled and tattered and rolled up to his elbows, open at the collar and liberally stained black down the front with whatever dripped from his hands, thick and dark like oil and charcoal. In one hand, coated in this viscous liquor, his ever restless fingers worked erratically and mercilessly over a dark knot. The sweet smell of the hall is long gone here, overtaken quickly by acid and whiskey and a bitter, sick smoke.
Set into the back of the wall, there is a computer monitor, spilling a soft blue glow across the stone floor with a constant generation of lines of code in an alien alphabet that Tony throws judgemental glances at as he paces back toward the front of the cave. Most of the light comes from the back of the room, though, the roof of the cave opening to a bright, blue sky, where soft clouds make a slow march across and birds wheel freely, well above the curl of smoke that whisped up out of the cave and dissipated.
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"He is-- was one of the most brilliant scientists I've known," Tony corrected, which was starting to become something of a trend, he realized, and he paused to give the woman a glance with another breathy laugh. They would get there, too. He happened to rely on a lot of brilliant people. "He had this innovative way of helping land mine victims on Korea. Magnetic wound excision."
On cue, Yinsen said, "I cannot remove the shrapnel. It presses on your heart. There could be a rupture."
To both of them, Tony corrected, "Not remove it-- Hold it. Hold it in place, stop it working itself deeper. You're going to build a magnetic field generator into the chestplate of something that keeps me alive long enough to get both of us out of here. Because my work isn't finished yet."
Collapsing back on the bed where he could catch his breath, Tony glanced between the three of them, not sure where this was going to go next. "That was that time," he reported as Yinsen moved away and started to shift through a scrap heap himself, grumbling. "I got out of there. Yinsen didn't. Iron Man was born. And I lived in that chest plate--I hid that chestplate, for a lifetime. I couldn't tell anyone about it, and without it I was the walking dead. This is going a bit long, Maya, did you want to wrap this up, or...?"
The woman frowned at him, still unimpressed by the cavalier attitude. "One mistake and it will kill you," she said.
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“So he helped you escape, saved your life and built that armor with you.” Jon tries to sum everything up, then looks over to the woman and the injector in her hand, risking an assumption “And she wants to inject you with....?” Something. Something that could have killed him.
Jon is starting to feel a lot less surprised by some of Tony’s more recent decisions.
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"It hacks the body's repair centre-- the part of the brain that keeps a complete blueprint of the human body. When we're injured, we refer to that area of the brain in order to heal properly."
"This may not have been my most lucid decision," Tony admitted while Maya went ahead with her work. "I was bleeding internally, my whole hand was shattered and at that point I had the suit injecting me with painkillers. But I was so slow. The armor was incredibly heavy, and the response time was falling further and further behind every fight I took on. I needed to become Iron Man inside and out. I didn't just need to grow new organs, I needed to grow new connections."
Maya moved to grab him roughly by the head, suddenly not concerned about the wounds with the bandaging gone, not a mark on Tony betraying any of this damage, checking his pupil dilation while Tony frowned at her and she said, "This is way too fast."
"I made a few alterations to your program," Tony replied, patting his chest and already missing the smooth, new skin the Extremis injection had left him with. "Sorry," he offered to Jon, sitting up again, "this is way more than anyone needs to know. Your version is way better. She helped me escape, saved my life, and built the armor of the future with me."
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“You made a choice, Tony. You made the choice to life - And become something else.” Jon breaks is down to even more basic pieces and leans forward to lean his forehead against Tony’s shoulder, effectively hiding his face “We made the same choice.” And neither of them for purely selfless reasons. Which makes Jon feel better in some ways.
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Having noticed the new shift in their surroundings, Jon has peered around first, then up at Tony as he picks up on that practically suffocating amount of dread filling the space as well as the tremors and tension of the other man. Stepping directly in front of Tony, Jon reaches up both his hands to place them on either side of Tony's face, a type of concerned determination on his face. "Tony. Look at me, please. Look at me and- Let me help you."
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"Will it... Will it make you feel better if we leave this place and go... There?" He asks, not breaking eye contact, but raising a single brow along with his question. He still isn't really inclined to seek out the party and sure won't go there by himself, but if Tony needs a change away from this setting that only exists to lay him out in the open, Jon won't deny him that. Not after all that has already transpired here.