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houseparty) wrote in f20202020-09-11 12:29 pm
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes | Closed
WHO: High Chancellor Stark and Pepper Potts
WHERE: The White City
WHEN: Following the Gala
WHAT: Iron Man welcomes Rescue to TWT. Technically that's true.
WARNINGS: Language, identity crises, tragic reunions...
The White City still shines at night, bright enough to see over the black waters of the Gulf, a neon jewel rising as a symbol of hope, or perhaps a shout of sheer defiance to its silent neighbor: due east, the rest of Florida lies dark and dead under the canopy of the Deathdome, the Porter at the ruins of that far coastline running ceaselessly as latecomers are steadily drawn into this world, strangers soon to make their way across the globe. A weather alert pings in his HUD, the satellite images of some nameless storm churning far out in the Atlantic, projected to hit land in a handful of days with no one alive to meet it. In the past they might have sent imPorts to disperse them if the Porter risked a direct hit, before they learned the dome devoured everything, even the massive, deathly vortex of a hurricane.
Stark does have things to do, really, more than clearing his head through this impromptu flight. There's always the endless list of action items to accomplish prior to a Synod, tasks to see to the bitter end, whenever that truly happens. Rey will strike when she sees fit, and he must be ready for her.
...okay, seriously. Enough dicking around.
He feels it ahead of the alarm of sensors as he returns to land, the murmur of a system in the distant vicinity, a system he knows as surely as himself- and doesn't, all the same, bright and chatty amid the streamlined cacophony of electronic input. There's a suit of armor out here, touring the bright skyline, and it isn't one of his. The four Legion droids that flank him shoot forward at a thought, thrusters burning:
Intercept.
WHERE: The White City
WHEN: Following the Gala
WHAT: Iron Man welcomes Rescue to TWT. Technically that's true.
WARNINGS: Language, identity crises, tragic reunions...
The White City still shines at night, bright enough to see over the black waters of the Gulf, a neon jewel rising as a symbol of hope, or perhaps a shout of sheer defiance to its silent neighbor: due east, the rest of Florida lies dark and dead under the canopy of the Deathdome, the Porter at the ruins of that far coastline running ceaselessly as latecomers are steadily drawn into this world, strangers soon to make their way across the globe. A weather alert pings in his HUD, the satellite images of some nameless storm churning far out in the Atlantic, projected to hit land in a handful of days with no one alive to meet it. In the past they might have sent imPorts to disperse them if the Porter risked a direct hit, before they learned the dome devoured everything, even the massive, deathly vortex of a hurricane.
Stark does have things to do, really, more than clearing his head through this impromptu flight. There's always the endless list of action items to accomplish prior to a Synod, tasks to see to the bitter end, whenever that truly happens. Rey will strike when she sees fit, and he must be ready for her.
...okay, seriously. Enough dicking around.
He feels it ahead of the alarm of sensors as he returns to land, the murmur of a system in the distant vicinity, a system he knows as surely as himself- and doesn't, all the same, bright and chatty amid the streamlined cacophony of electronic input. There's a suit of armor out here, touring the bright skyline, and it isn't one of his. The four Legion droids that flank him shoot forward at a thought, thrusters burning:
Intercept.
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Tearing off the band-aid, she lets the helmet of her own suit pull back over her head, the eyes glowing bright blue as the HUD comes online. "Goodbye, Tony." Be safe.
Assuming she doesn't have to worry about the Legion droids this time, she fires up the repulsors and lifts off the platform with a bright flare of thrusters, taking back to the skies with a heavy heart.