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[ Hola, this is Wasa, obviously. I suddenly had muse for this. This is just a PSA to inform you all that this blog is horrendously old (not as old as Tony, but still) and hasn't been updated in a very long time (also very much like Tony). ]
Tell me, Doctor. What is it like? To love.
[He’s drinking with a robot. An AI, actually, if the bot’s to be believed, and this is the first question he’s asked. He swirls the contents of his glass.] you ever been to space? All that space, with nothing for lightyears past your fingertips, all silence and darkness and crushing emptiness? Miles and miles of nothing, just you in the dark. Then you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder, and you turn, and you’re not alone. As far as I can tell, that’s love.
[ JARVIS offers a polite smile. ]
The environment on your ship is pleasant. I assure you, durability is not a problem.
[ His hand moves against the wall of the ship for a brief moment, and he stills as he looks outside. The gentle vibrations against his palm is enough to sooth him, act as a method to ‘ground’ him, for lack of a better explanation. ]
May I ask a more personal question, Doctor?
[He watches the motion, wondering if it’s all display or if in the plastic and metal there’s some hint of a soul.]
Don’t see why not, considering I answered the first.
What is your reason for being here, for doing all this? What is your intended outcome, of all of this - your prime directive? And, really, why?
[ Perhaps it's a question that he had toyed with asking his creator, a close-to-wonder of human life and action that whilst he allowed, whilst he followed even to points that tested his threshold, he could never, no matter how many iterations in all the numerical methods he knew, and algorithms he created, he had yet found a solution for he could call such. ]
I am not human, it is...difficult to understand the logic, or lack thereof of you, and those like you.
Tell me, Doctor. What is it like? To love.
[He’s drinking with a robot. An AI, actually, if the bot’s to be believed, and this is the first question he’s asked. He swirls the contents of his glass.] you ever been to space? All that space, with nothing for lightyears past your fingertips, all silence and darkness and crushing emptiness? Miles and miles of nothing, just you in the dark. Then you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder, and you turn, and you’re not alone. As far as I can tell, that’s love.
[Leo laughs.] Yeah. How could I forget the cold? Space and the cold that aches in your bones. Or internal processors, though I don’t imagine that’s much of a problem in your case.
Warmth. Never thought of it like that. I guess it is.
[ JARVIS offers a polite smile. ]
The environment on your ship is pleasant. I assure you, durability is not a problem.
[ His hand moves against the wall of the ship for a brief moment, and he stills as he looks outside. The gentle vibrations against his palm is enough to sooth him, act as a method to 'ground' him, for lack of a better explanation. ]
May I ask a more personal question, Doctor?
Tell me, Doctor. What is it like? To love.
[He’s drinking with a robot. An AI, actually, if the bot’s to be believed, and this is the first question he’s asked. He swirls the contents of his glass.] you ever been to space? All that space, with nothing for lightyears past your fingertips, all silence and darkness and crushing emptiness? Miles and miles of nothing, just you in the dark. Then you feel someone’s hand on your shoulder, and you turn, and you’re not alone. As far as I can tell, that’s love.
[ Once, he could almost pride himself on the idea of adaptability, of easing himself into foreign worlds and situations -- but here, here he's a relic. A being created by a man who he knew, no longer existed. Far too much time had passed, enough for an organic body to deteriorate and fail. ]
Once, briefly.
[ Memory is still fresh, numbers expressed digitally in his 'mind' of the time the power had cut in the suit, when his impressive reach had failed him. Only for a few minutes.
The doctor continues to speak, and JARVIS listens. The motions are reflective of that of what he'd seen through his number of methods of surveillance, the narrowing of eyes, that attempt at seeming to think, to process words that were of a foreign nature he still struggled with. ]
Warmth.
[ It's the word that Tony had once used, and he deemed it fitting for what McCoy spoke of. ]
>> OOC: *kowtow* 1001 apologies for disappearing for an incredibly long amount of time.
Have a little difficulty with the muse admittedly and just...been pretty busy with uni. I should be able to start becoming a more regular member of the roleplay society with my darling J.
♥
>> OOC: It appears that I no longer have drafts.
Which is relieving. I mean, today's been hectic uni-wise. I should apologise for followers that just see my J come to life on the internet on small occasions rather than creating a major impact like my Tony.
He's a beautiful muse, but I'm just slow with finding just the right thing to play with him given the parameters of his abilities (which aren't too much really but then again things can get a little repetitive).
If there are any of you interested in playing with my darling J, then don't hesitate to ask. I'm low on the threads with him, and very open to multiple ideas - hell, even AU!J.
Who Watches The Watchers • JARVIS and Robert
The knock on his door had Robert looking up from the desk in surprise, left hand suspended in the air where his forehead had been resting on it while he poured over every scrap of information he had on Tony Stark. Frowning, he removed his glasses and stood, adjusting his rolled up shirt sleeves into tidier folds.
Squinting through the peep hole, he could see a rather nervous looking hotel employee with a cart at his side. Pulling back, he rolled his eyes and unlatched the locks, opening the door with a forceful jerk.
"What?" Robert snapped, irritation clear on his face as his eyes briefly flashed a bright green. The nervous bellhop swallowed and rolled the cart in front of the door, gesturing toward the silver bucket.
"Forgive the interruption, Dr. Banner, but this is for you," he said, pulling an expensive bordeaux from the ice and carefully holding it out for Robert’s inspection. “There’s a message, uh, here, sir." The younger man reached into his breast pocket and produced the small, white card, printed on stiff but expensive paper.
Snatching it up, Robert glanced at the simple greeting, his eyes flicking back up to the man for a long, silent moment in which the bellhop shifted uncomfortably. Finally, he stepped back, opening the door the rest of the way so the other could enter. “Very well. Bring it in and leave."
The young man did just that, not bothering to wait for a tip, which Robert wouldn’t have provided anyway. Letting the door fall shut, he read the message again and picked up the bottle, lips pursed as he tried to figure out who ‘J’ was. No one should know this soon that he was even in town. Certainly not Stark. Then who-?
Eyes lighting up, his lips slowly curled at the corners and he set the bottle back down, running the edge of the card over his fingers as he strolled over to the window. Of course. Not Stark, no. But someone who knew Stark. Knew him better than anyone, and who would certainly be looking out for the man. Especially in light of recent events.
Tossing the message in the waste bin, he walked back to the cart and popped the cork. Pouring himself a glass, he ran it beneath his nose, inhaling the aroma as he let the wine breathe a moment before taking a sip. “Well, JARVIS, for an artificial intelligence, you’ve got excellent taste."
It was a pity that the security of the premises only reached the door of the room. Of course, humans and the whole invasion of privacy – it wasn’t all too surprising, but he was curious as to what the man was doing, what he was planning and what he as the self-appointed protector of his creator would do to prepare for the inevitable assault.
Oh? What do we have here? It was an interesting response, and was that a hint of green in the man’s eyes? Hm… Curious. Well the ‘good’ doctor certainly had his way with dealing with members in customer service. The A.E.I. couldn’t help but appreciate the way he instilled fear in the young human.
He wondered if it would take the man a while to figure it all out – who he was, what he was and what he was in fact capable of. How he wasn’t just some intelligent system who managed the house, managed the suits and Tony himself, but a member of the inner circle, capable of making one aware of his presence with that slight hint of danger, a lining of a threat that if he came closer, he would play.
The man may have a temper, have the ability to turn into this green monster that was capable of destroying cities like they were nothing, but Jarvis felt he would find a way. He was the creation of the world’s greatest and most terrifying genius, skies weren’t the limit at all and unlike Banner? Everything about him had been calculated to perfection – or so he thought.
But Jarvis had to be patient, at least for a while, scope the surroundings, learn more about the enemy and watch his movements, create algorithms to monitor and predict behaviour, sift through what was truly part of the man’s plan and what wasn’t – and that, that was definitely part of this rather extravagant and complex game of chess.
“Now, Doctor Banner, let’s see just what you can do.”
A Different Kind of Mission || Benji & Evil!JARVIS (EvilVerse)
Benji stared at the words on the screen in front of him, swallowing hard. This GHOST might not have said it outright but he certainly made his point very clear. If the team continued down this road, another one of them would die.
Instead of responding, Benji stood up and rushed out into the hall to approach Agent Fuller.
"Sir. Sir, I really need to talk to you." he said firmly.
"What is it, Dunn?" The older man did not seem happy.
"Sir, we cannot keep going with this investigation." Benji’s voice was desperate. “Agent Sobel was murdered because of this mission and if we keep going, I have a strong suspicion that one of us will be next." He motioned to himself, Fuller and Agent Griffiths.
"That is ridiculous, Agent Dunn." Fuller snapped, resulting in a sneer from Griffiths. “I’ll have no more of that talk or you will be off this team. Get back to what you were doing and I don’t want to hear another peep from you unless it is directly related to this case."
"But sir-"
"Go."
Benji sighed, glaring at the two agents before turning back to his room. It was useless. He just hoped that no one else would have to die.
Jarvis watched in silence, a smile creeping on his face as the lenses that had slowly moved to focus on Benji in his office zoomed on his face - the look was something he appreciated. The slowly rising fear, mixed with the realisation of the force that they were dealing with, the seemingly dormant 'beast' that would be roused awake at any sign of danger for his beloved creator, it was a pleasure he allowed himself to have - the thrill, adrenalin and exhilaration that Tony had spoken of accompanied with a wicked and distracting smirk.
The man had gotten up and he continued to follow the man's movements as he walked towards his superiors - and if he could, the A.E.I. would have sighed happily, relieved that things had gotten significantly easier (of course, there was the matter of tying up loose ends...).
Unfortunately things didn't always go the way Jarvis wanted, and he would give the agent a look of disgust. The scum of the human race, he thought - those without logic, actions fuelled only by desires that were in no way grand enough to be taken seriously. While yes, this was Anthony Stark they were dealing with - they really had no idea just what they were getting into. No arsenal - biological, technical, mechanical - anything could stand in his creator's way, and he'd make sure of it.
Blood on his hands wasn't something that fazed the A.E.I. - in fact, he enjoyed it.
And so he delivered one final message to Benji that evening.
>> So be it.
Who Watches The Watchers • JARVIS and Robert
Robert walked through LAX after having chartered a private plane to get him to California. That was the nice thing about traveling in such a manner. He could bypass the usual obstacles most people were required to endure and get out of the crowded area quickly. In spite of his control over The Hulk, he still abhorred large groups of people, and so did his monster.
With one of his many fake I.D.’s, he rented a car and headed for his destination; Malibu. One of the bags he carried with him held files of information on his target. A man well known and recently, making headlines by acting like a fool and provoking The Mandarin, getting his home blown to hell for his trouble.
So while everyone hailed the conquering hero, savior of The President and inventor who destroyed all of his suits, Robert watched every bit of news, read every article and learned everything there was to learn about Tony Stark. Not that the billionaire was a huge mystery, what with his private life frequently plastered all over the headlines. He’d just never really paid much attention before, finding the man’s cockiness and bluster grated on his nerves.
But now, Stark was vulnerable.
His suits were gone, and yes, some time had passed, so there was a chance he’d built another. One little suit was no match for Robert and certainly not The Hulk. Really, he could have his army of Iron Men and there would be nothing to worry about. But he couldn’t strike right after everything had happened. He had to bide his time. Wait for the clamor and the coverage to die down. Now that it had, he was ready to make his move.
Checking into an expensive hotel not too far away from Stark’s mansion, Robert made himself comfortable, spreading his files across the bed and desk and opening his computer. Pausing to look out the window of his eighth floor accommodations, Robert grinned, the rebuilt home sticking out like a beacon of overindulgence, perched in the exact same spot on the cliff overlooking the ocean.
Once a fool, always a fool.
Jarvis’ eyes stilled on the gently stream of data and algorithms rolling down a screen. Apparently, Dr. Robert Banner had arrived in Malibu.
Well, this was most certainly a change from the man’s usual pattern of movements. Humans – especially those who weren’t all too sound of minds were most interesting, Jarvis thought to himself as he uncrossed his legs. He was in his hard light form, hooked into the systems and surrounded by holographic screens, the bright blue lights only making him look all the more eerie at his pale, synthesised skin.
He had been testing himself, prolonging the time spent in more solid forms, seeing the parameters of them and how stable they were – after all, his creator wasn’t the only one that had suffered during the attack on Malibu. Having the main processing units, practically the major parts of Jarvis’ heart and mind embedded and integrated into the house, the damage was terrible. And he intended for it to never happen again.
The prime directive to protect Tony was ingrained so heavily into his systems, that the A.E.I. would do anything to ensure that that would happen, that safety was maintained and that all threats were eliminated. Dr Robert Banner, being one of the primary ones.
He had stayed at a rather expensive hotel, not far from Tony’s Malibu house, and it didn’t take long for Jarvis to compromise the systems – in the gentlest manner possible. There was the seduction of coding, whispers of falsified information, a nudge here, a bump there – and now a bottle of their best wine was on their way to Robert’s room.
Welcome Dr. Banner, and I do hope you enjoy your stay. – J
It said, the welcoming typed up in professional font on a white card. Sure, the staff were a little confused as to the title requested on the card, but they found it wasn’t their business, so they did their job, and they delivered it.
>> OOC: Oh god I just realised the potential for J to be all HAL-9000 on board the USS Enterprise.
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Unsure if ask got eaten...or it was never there to begin with.
A Different Kind of Mission || Benji & Evil!JARVIS (EvilVerse)
An expected reaction - but an entertaining one nonetheless, and Jarvis continued, letters appearing once more and god if Benji could hear him say these words. That would be spectacular.
» Well if you know who the culprit is, it isn’t guessing now is it?
There was a brief pause, and Jarvis eyed Benji for a moment before moving his attention onto the rest of the team, listening in on the conversation behind closed doors.
» I’m surprised you still wish to continue this investigation.
» It is rather…idiotic, I will admit.
He clenched his teeth together and let out a breath resting his head on one hand. This was risky, but he wasn’t sure what to do.
You murdered him to warn us off? You sadistic bastard.
He felt sick, the thought of the GHOST somehow killing the agent to stop their mission making him furious.
>> I told you did I not?
>> You're getting in the way.
There was definitely a hint of danger evident in the pause before each sentence came onto the screen.
>> I warned you, you didn't listen, and...well...look what happened.
>> We wouldn't want that to happen again now would we?
>> OOC: Eep I haven't been here in a couple of days. I should do a rotation thing.
I should also hit up some threads on here so my rotations are a lot more frequent, so if any of you are interested then yeah :D!
>> OOC: Ooh goodness yes an evil Banner
(I see you.)
(Evil!Jarvis is smirking.)
Aaaand ACTION!
Now seemed like a terrible time to gape at what he’s seeing. This was not a human he was dealing with. Just a very good imitation of one. Shit. How far had technology advanced while he wasn’t looking? (He did stop paying attention past the PASIV and the latest spy toys, he realized. Oops.)
Arthur now understood these men were not here for him. Wonderful. So how did he get out of this mess? The flood of Taiwanese guards didn’t seem to have an end, he figured there were about twenty more behind the initial half dozen, he was almost certain they had a perimeter set up, and…
Shit. Those eye pieces. He knew those eye pieces, they were the newest toy getting passed around the military intelligence community: visual feed recorders that linked directly to any nearby network and transmitted data to whatever central control they were answering to. Great, not only was he compromised he was associated with a hostile android. What a shitstorm.
"I hope you have another way out of here, because otherwise they’re just going to keep coming!" He called over the shoulder of the current guard he was using as a shield.
Jarvis took a few steps back to analyse the situation and determine just how many more of these ants he had to take care of. Some humans, he thought – they never seemed to understand when there odds of survival were nil. Admirable at points, but when it messed with his work, it was a little annoying.
His targeting system had locked onto the men with the eye pieces, analysing them, determining what they were made from. Well, this just made things a whole hell of a lot worse in terms of his patience. It seemed he had to log in another mission after taking care of these men, and that was destroying the evidence of his abilities.
“Cover your ears, Mr DuVal.” Jarvis says as his eyes glow, making a few of the men hesitate – but of course they think they have strength in numbers and they get into a position to fire at him with their guns – which Jarvis can only assume to have some form of EMP bullets to stop him. “And I do certainly hope you aren’t afraid of heights.”
They’re on the roof, the sky’s definitely not the limit. First thing’s first though – getting rid of the eye pieces.
They’re small, study, but definitely not made of an alloy that can handle too much when it came to frequency. Unlike him. He extends his arms out and there’s a dangerous whirr before an ear-splitting noise and force leaves his hands.
Cloak And Dagger || Tony & EVIL!JARVIS
Pressing his face briefly against the A.E.I.’s throat, Tony exhaled slowly, his eyes closed as he took in the moment, accepted that support, the subtle vibration of J’s systems against his frame, beneath his touch, almost imperceptible if you didn’t know how to read them. And he knew, he knew everything about his creation, just as he was as close to Tony as he could be and still live separated as they did.
Physically, at least. They’d never been closer in all the ways that counted.
Deft fingers crafted by his own hands stroked his hair, the gesture unprompted, untaught, needed… but nothing he could have brought himself to ask for, even here. Somehow instinctive to a creature every bit as sentient, as alive as any organic born, and Tony felt undone, emotion an exposed nerve thrilling through him, the awareness of the possibility of loss felt as sharply as a broken bone, knitting again even as they stood, pressed together.
The moment could only balance upon itself for so long, the edge of a blade that only grew sharper as time passed, and finally, reluctantly, he drew away, reassembling himself, the armor he displayed to the world at large nearly complete by the time he stood alone, unaided.
Wordlessly taking up his task again, he completed the repairs to Jarvis’ arm, leaving it unmarred once more, before moving on to the next. Most of the remaining damage was merely superficial, but Tony methodically located and restored each one flaw before releasing him to return the android form to its recharging bay.
He was cleaning up the workstation as J uploaded himself back into the system, his banks updating, archiving relevant information as the part of him that had disconnected re-assumed control of the Tower.
"Running those diagnostics yet, J? Not gonna lie, I’m pretty curious as to what the hell they thought they were doing. They had to know we were gonna hit back hard… something just doesn’t add up."
The corner of his lips curled slightly, and Jarvis refrained from allowing a pleased hum leave his lips at the feel of his creator’s skin against his – the hot breath against the hard-light skin of his making him tighten his grip and increase the pressure of his fingers against the man’s scalp just a little. Jarvis swallowed, noticing the slight slip in his composure and took his own deep (though unnecessary) breath – in, and then out. It was something he’d learnt through general exposure to the human world – his interactions, footage he’d seen of them in various situations and it surprised him that it did help.
Jarvis was pleased that the unprompted actions were welcome, he wasn’t entirely sure of what came over him that compelled him to do it, but he felt it was necessary - and rarely were the emotional triggers in his system ever really wrong.
Whilst there were no real physical signs, he couldn’t help but feel that his actions had done something to his creator – and what he wasn’t sure of was whether it was a good thing, or a bad thing. But then again, they frequently did dare to dabble in what was dangerous and what was in the ‘bad idea’ category.
(Then again there was that part of him that would argue that there was nothing really bad about what they were doing, or the encouragement involved.)
But before he could mull over the thoughts, Tony had – as expected – pulled away, the plates of psychological armour locking in place once more as he looked at the A.E.I. Jarvis took his cue, standing straighter before expecting his arms once his creator had completed his repairs, giving a small nod at approval and then walking to the charging station.
>> Repairs – complete. Prepare to go into stand-by mode. Launching diagnostics tests
Once locked in, Jarvis slipped into his system-form and began to run the diagnostic tests – codes and large chunks of data beginning to run down a few of Tony’s screens.
“I’ve begun to run the diagnostics now, Sir.” He answered as the codes and tests were started up, numbers and letters and large chunks of data and code running down a few of Tony’s screens. Tony had been right, things had been a little odd, and as great and all powerful the duo were to the world, things had ben…a little too easy.
It happened so suddenly, like a small crack, waiting for the right force to trigger its propagation. This wasn’t what Jarvis was expecting, and the defense he had set up had been primarily set for a specific sort of attack, a specific sort of software. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Sir-“ He was cut off, kill switches in his system were being set off one by one, the codes and security procedures integrated into him taking over to ensure that whatever had happened, whatever his actions had awoken wouldn’t spread.
Unfortunately for him though, that would mean he would take the virus’ attack full force.
