#origiiinal

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ID. | @origiiinal

       ❝ WELL - what do you think of the hat, mr jarvis ?  ❞        a large grin grew ACROSS the agent’s face. she seemed incredibly impressed with the get-up she had put together. the hat seemed to be one of her new favourite ACCESSORIES in her wardrobe.

[milehighmechanic]

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        ❝ —-you should not take that tone, master anthony. it could have very         well been your father standing here, and no young man should curse         at his parents. ❞

“that’s not a curse word though, jarvis. i know lots of curse words and i’m sure that isn’t one of them.”

[classicmoxie]

(  kicks her feet up on his lap.  )

‘  how’s it goin’, stud?

(  she just wants to see him blush.  )

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& EDWIN.

                  ❝ our TIME together has nothing on this. i still FAIL to                       believe you baked this souffle from SCRATCH. ❞

[wxngman-blog]

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                                     MEME; HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL

lets talk about the butler that sam adores a lot.i don’t even know what it is that sam gravitatesto - probably his heart/accent/just him. but youmah lovely get that about him & really exploit allthat is edwin jarvis. plus that is one hella theme.so you deserve a boat load of train tracks.

[sinchronization]

♙* ( origiiinal )

          the interface returns with much hesitance, and j.a.r.v.i.s. feels the awareness filtering back in like thin light through opening blinds; it comes to his attention that the expanse of his system has diminished significantly, and the constrictive feeling acts reminiscently of an alert -- -- -- the blue lights blink to life, whirring mechanically. the color, similar to an absent centerpiece, glistened against the portion of red and gold metal, now charred with a blackened dust. they lie bleakly amongst burnt flowers and broken branches, a backyard of somewhere he cannot identify : an internet connection cannot be made nor found; a subtle radiance emits, in an attempt to find the usual satellite. as the processes continue ( significantly slower than usual ), the voice -- mechanical -- breaks silence. 

‘                   master stark -- -- -- can you hear me ? ` 

                                  radio silence, the alert prioritizes; the scrap metal, only the glove and lower arm can be salvaged now : j.a.r.v.i.s. remembers naught but the static erasure and return. his voice emits louder. 

‘                    -- -- -- master stark ` a sudden blare, the message [the connection to the mainframe could not be established] screams, cutting off pre-thought words; the system jolts, frantic and suddenly aware of the possible attention he could draw -- -- -- the audio settings are switched to low.