open | Tony Stark/Iron Man

[iron_ego]

Characters: Tony Stark and all the ladies everyone!
Location: Keeliai, any sector
Situation: Day 01: In which Tony discovers the locals are not as fabulous as a Stark.
Warnings/Rating: Ego alert and some inappropriate references to nuclear events

Morning - Tony Stark:

[Okay. So he's either been kidnapped by aliens or his liver gave up the old ghost and he's dead. Either option is going put a serious dent into his social life -- and, let's face it, life will be straight up boring for the people he's left behind.

He can deal with this. Seriously, what's a case of kidnapping to him? Nothing, once Jarvis finishes the full spectrum analysis of the Iron Man suit and confirms it's fit to fly away from this popsicle stand. Thing is, the AI told him it's going to take five hours to do and he's not the best at sitting around and doing nothing. And that console? Please. He pried it open to fiddle and it pulled a Chernobyl on him.

With nothing in the suite holding his interest, he's taken to wandering the streets of each Sector, holding up both his standard issue smart phone and his Stark Industries special issue one in the air at varying intervals and in obscure locations to check for a signal. He's a bit of an oddity, dressed in a nice suit and obviously having been caught en route to some charity gala (in style, but he took the armor off before he came out of his suite) before, BOOM, Turtletopia.

Trust me when I say he doesn't bite unless the lady likes it.]

Noon - Tony Stark:

[Jarvis is still at work and he's shit out of luck about the signal thing. Wouldn't you know it, but wandering around a city in search of some sign of telecommunications capabilities is downright exhausting for a billionaire playboy.

This is why you can find him during the three odd hours he considers 'noon' (eleven through two) at a café sipping a latte or snacking on a meal (maybe even yours) or at the earliest open establishment of alcohol to parch his thirst.

Oh, he's still checking his phones now, but that's keeping track of a timer -- countdown to when the suit diagnostics will be done and he can blast out of here.]

Evening - Iron Man:

[Turns out that blowing this popsicle stand takes more effort than his suit and understanding can currently manage - go figure, they've actually managed to kidnap him. Iron Man's armor is a bit scuffed from his attempt to go up, up, up, and away!

Perturbed at being turtleblocked (he sees that shell and head, thank you very much), Iron Man is checking out the Sectors in closer detail, interacting more with the locals to get a feel, and even having the occasional arm wrestling match with a kedan -- spoiler warning: he's been winning.

Then, as night falls, he can finally be seen in the vicinity of building FI-3A, carrying a crate filled with bottles of alcohol, the life necessities for one Tony Stark. His visor's up during this part and he's seriously considering opening one as he walks along, completely unconcerned at the silly idea that this could be unwise with the increase in gang activity lately.]

Comments

[iron_ego]

[Okay. Heads up for the fashion police -- is this guy seriously dressed in blue-and-red leggings? Tony eyes it with raised eyebrows and stops, facing him.]

Before we get to that whole danger thing, I've got one question for you first. [He frees a hand and gestures at his suit.] Are you even seeing what I'm wearing here? Frankly -- and this is between you and me -- I'd be more worried for the safety of a grown man wearing spandex than some guy in a seriously pimped out suit of armor.

[andaway]

[Tony you did not just insult Kal's outfit. His ma made it and it's based on his Kryptonian heritage thank you very much, he's very proud of it.

...But yes, he's basically wearing blue-and-red leggings. Being easy to see is kind of the point though, makes the bad guys run away and gives the innocent a reason to look up the sky.]

I suppose you do have a point, the armor does look powerful. It's still a little late to go out and look out for trouble if there's no reason to. And for the record, my skin is invulnerable. Leave the spandex alone.

[He tilts his head.] Are you new here?

[iron_ego]

[Red-and-gold makes for better sky-viewing, trust him. Then you don't blend in with the whole big blue horizon. And studies show that red-and-gold snares more ladies per pick-up line than any other colour combination. It's the bling, trust him on that.]

Invulnerable, really? [That catches his attention and Spandex Boy gets a second appraisel.] What kind of invulnerable are we talking about here? The "laughs off paper cuts" type or are we talking "utterly immune to stabbing, shooting, and acne" kind?

[andaway]

[He's been doing this for decades alright he's got this. Plus the Iron Suit reminds him too much of a certain Lex-Corp suit for him to be comfortable around it yet. Which probably explains why he's so... at edge.]

You keep on answering my questions with more questions. That is kind of rude. [He puts his hands on his hips, assessing him. His eyes go blue as the x-ray vision kicks in to get a look at the man behind the armor, but he still answers his question.] I'm invulnerable to all of that and more, if you must know.

[iron_ego]

'All that and more,' huh? [He's thoughtful about that.] I'd say that makes you a man of steel, but please. I could twist rebar into ribbons for a beauty queen's hair in this baby. It's not exactly the standard of hardy anymore.

[There is quite a bit to see with that x-ray vision there, Voyeur Man. The Iron Man suit is the pinnacle of Stark Industries weapons development and is fashioned out of the highest grade titanium alloy that a billionaire can buy. Lots of toys, trinkets, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have some mini-missiles too.]

Going out on a limb here, but maybe I'd stop asking questions if you'd stop being so interesting. But, sure. Whatever. We're both adults, mostly, so here I go. Answering questions for a thousand, Alex: Do I know it's dangerous? Uh, yeah? Some creepy call boy gave me the lowdown earlier while he was trying to make a deal. Catch my drift? As for new--

[Sir, sensors are picking up energy spikes of an unidentified nature. It appears to be penetrating the armor, but I am not detecting any damage.

Jarvis's message catches his attention and he looks Kal up and down. Twice. Possible source? Maybe. He'd have to test.]

Wait a second. I'm back on the limb here. You did it again. [He pauses and makes a vague gesture in Kal's direction.] Whatever exactly you just did. The point is, it's really hard not asking questions when, boom, you look at me and Jarvis here tells me there's a surge in energy penetrating my armor. That? Textbook interesting, buddy. Textbook.

[andaway]

[And Kal listens to Tony's rant, or tries to. As a journalist he's had to read between the lines a lot of times, and he's slowly grown used to people who babble. Doesn't like it, but he's used to it. And he means no offense but Tony is positively babbling right now- all that chat to only say 'yes, I'm aware being here this late is dangerous'.

But then he pulls the 'surge in energy' card, and Clark knows instantly what he's talking about.

Anybody who's known Clark for long enough begins to realize there's a faint glow in his eyes when the X-ray vision kicks in. Not night enough to get noticed beyond the glasses when he's Clark Kent or unless you know what you're looking for when he's Superman but it's still clearly there. So it isn't the first time anyone's commented on it.

But it is the firs time it's been called a surge of energy. He gives Tony a sheepish smile and points to his eyes, shrugging a bit.]

X-ray vision, I was just checking what's under all that armor. I'm sorry if I distracted you. Who told you about it though and how could they know?