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tushanshu_logs2013-09-12 10:41 pm
manofiron) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-09-12 10:41 pm
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Characters: Bruce Banner and Tony Stark
Date: Backdated to September 1
Location: Tony’s suite, FI-3A
Situation: Reuniting after their bogus journey through Death
Warnings/Rating: Possible swearing
[ The downside about being a clone with memories of a life not his own is that he doesn’t know who he is. The upside is that he’s starting to think he doesn’t care. If he isn’t someone, then he can be anyone. The sky’s the limit, and the only thing that’s stopping him is his imagination.
And the copious amount of liquor he’s consumed this morning. Though it’s possible that the liquor is responsible for his newfound philosophical leanings, so truly, he doesn’t think that he has any room to complain about it. No, he thinks, knocking back another swallow of the stuff, feeling it burn a not-quite-so-fiery-anymore path down his throat, what he ought to do is embrace it. Revel in it. Possibly open another bottle in celebration. ]
Hey, Jay, what’s the…
[ The glimmer of light reflecting on metal catches his eye, interrupting him mid-question, and he rolls his head to the side, not bothering to raise it from where it’s resting against the back of the sofa. ]
Dummy. Buddy. Do me a favor and grab me that bottle over—No, not that one. The other—No. You’re not even trying to listen. That—Yes. That one. Bring it here. Don’t drop it or I’m sending you out for another one.
[ It’s just another day in the life of the genius formerly known as Tony Stark. Drinking, absently building something he hasn’t determined what it will be yet, and arguing with his robots. ]
Date: Backdated to September 1
Location: Tony’s suite, FI-3A
Situation: Reuniting after their bogus journey through Death
Warnings/Rating: Possible swearing
[ The downside about being a clone with memories of a life not his own is that he doesn’t know who he is. The upside is that he’s starting to think he doesn’t care. If he isn’t someone, then he can be anyone. The sky’s the limit, and the only thing that’s stopping him is his imagination.
And the copious amount of liquor he’s consumed this morning. Though it’s possible that the liquor is responsible for his newfound philosophical leanings, so truly, he doesn’t think that he has any room to complain about it. No, he thinks, knocking back another swallow of the stuff, feeling it burn a not-quite-so-fiery-anymore path down his throat, what he ought to do is embrace it. Revel in it. Possibly open another bottle in celebration. ]
Hey, Jay, what’s the…
[ The glimmer of light reflecting on metal catches his eye, interrupting him mid-question, and he rolls his head to the side, not bothering to raise it from where it’s resting against the back of the sofa. ]
Dummy. Buddy. Do me a favor and grab me that bottle over—No, not that one. The other—No. You’re not even trying to listen. That—Yes. That one. Bring it here. Don’t drop it or I’m sending you out for another one.
[ It’s just another day in the life of the genius formerly known as Tony Stark. Drinking, absently building something he hasn’t determined what it will be yet, and arguing with his robots. ]