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forlackofabetteroption replied to your post: [[MOR] i log on and all i see are Lokis and...
whispers hello u
-creepy touch-
magicianofmischief replied to your post: [[MOR]] i log on and all i see are Lokis and...
[Come on don’t leave me]
i never left -stare-
daddyofstarks replied to your post: [[MOR]] i log on and all i see are Lokis and...
SCREECHES [AGGRESSIVELY KEEPS]
-kept-
forlackofabetteroption replied to your post: forlackofabetteroption replied to your post: ♖...
outofoptions ; yesgood. i’m excited, i’ve missed this account and all the people i used to roleplay with
[Yes. Same. And since I was stapled down and told I'm not allowed to leave again *staples you down too*.]
forlackofabetteroption replied to your post: ♖ quietly lurks in your askbox
outofoptions ; whispers i’m coming back tomorrow
[Good. And Loki will pick on Tony. Or something. I don't know, maybe they can celebrate being alive.]
♖ quietly lurks in your askbox
♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures
Another guilty pleasure. Probably his love of the hand-held games that Midgard’s children enjoy. More specifically he is very dedicated to his Pokémon games. He will stay up for some hours into the night playing and he is quite proud of the teams he has managed to put together.
bringerofthestorm replied to your post: ((Ok, So one of these days Ill do that 500-follower Follow Forever I was going to do...))
//Kdnsjfknkdsfkjdhsghif thank you so much <3
((You are very welcome! :) I've actually been meaning to do this for a while, but well... our conversation sort of inspired me. xD ))
forlackofabetteroption replied to your post: ((Ok, So one of these days Ill do that 500-follower Follow Forever I was going to do...))
outofchara: Wheezes. Why am I on here twice. Im gonna die. Scuse me.
((Because you are the mun of two vastly fascinating and well-written characters. x) You're not the only one with multiple blogs listed there... there are two others, I believe, who each have two.
But I just... couldn't in good conscience choose))
Stranded
It should have been a routine test flight. That was how these things were meant to go. Start small, run a few tests, work your way up to the big stuff. Sometimes you have to run before you can walk. Ha. JARVIS had never bought into such an idea; but he had never argued with Tony about it either. In a way that did make him partially responsible for the accident, though the guilt of that fact would do little to change his ways. In that he was very much like Tony.
What should have been a routine test flight had turned into a lengthy trip into the middle of nowhere, far enough from civilization to warrant actual concern to a machine that was so based in his ability to connect to satellites, or radio waves, or anything else the least bit human. He’d voiced the concern that he would be unable to link to Stark Industries Systems so far into the woods, but all his complaints had resulted in was the idea to temporarily, integrate his systems with the artificial body Tony had prepared for him; so that if his fears were validated he would not lose remote control of the android and leave Tony without an assistant on the ground. The reason for such a ridiculous separation from the bricks and bolts of the city was valid enough. Testing the use of an Iron Man sonic boom could have its potentials, but was entirely illegal just about everywhere people were. So to the middle of nowhere it had been. They hadn’t even reached their intended destination when JARVIS felt his wireless communications begin to cut off. It was not so much an odd feeling, as it happened often during expeditions in the Iron Man suit (to which he was always fully integrated); but somehow this particular instance troubled him. He did not voice this concern to Tony. At first everything went according to plan. JARVIS and Tony set up the equipment they had brought, monitors that would clock sound waves, speed, and physical changes in the immediate area. While considerations of a sonic boom as a weapon were still considerably based in science-fiction, stories of jets using them to scramble missile interference were becoming common enough to perk a certain genius’ interest. How much more useful could a small object that could reach supersonic speeds at 10x the speed of a military grade jet be? Things were still running smoothly when Tony took off into the air. JARVIS felt himself in two places at once as his Iron Man HUD flashed into life and the android below watched up in interest. It was almost 5 minutes into the experiment that the nagging feeling returned. “Sir, I sense instability in repulsors 4 and 6. I suggest immediate termination of all procedures following a thorough examination.”
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