ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 29, 2014 22:57:11 GMT -5
Lorna continued to wander around New York aimlessly. She had sobered up since her arrival and had yet to find a new source to fix that sobriety. Her encounter with Thor's hammer, and subsequently with Thor himself, had resulted in the destruction of her cell phone and her only source of contact with anyone who could possibly offer her help. All of the contacts she had reestablished with X-Factor were stuck outside of New York, leaving her to come up with some kind of help on her own.
Her answer came to her while looking to the sky in exasperation: Stark.
His blinding tower wasn't hard to miss, especially with his name gleaming in the direct sunlight, blinding birds, superheroes, and pilots alike as they passed through the New York skyline.
No, she had never personally met Tony Stark, but Lorna knew who he was and she was 90% sure he had heard of her. Ok, maybe just 75% sure, but that was irrelevant. What mattered was that Stark was egotistical enough that he probably wouldn't turn down the chance to help her out and he certainly had enough resources to loan her a phone or something to assist her with setting up a place to live.
There was little she had to offer to Stark, but she was hoping she would be able to finagle her way into getting into his favor.
Then again, if all else failed, she could just use her powers to sneak some stuff and dip out. Either way, she was in.
Flying closer to the tower, Lorna could easily see damage to the building, instantly piquing her interest. Amongst the damage she could see the iron-clad hero hard at work at fixing his home.
What on earth did you do, Stark?
Lorna levitated outside one of the holes in the structure, her arms crossed tightly against her chest as she cleared her throat and addressed the infamous member of the Avengers.
"Having some problems with your architect, Mr. Stark?" If he knew of her, it wouldn't really take any introduction: she was the only green haired mutant who floated about that she knew of. Then again, he could have absolutely no idea who the hell she was. Either way, the situation was going to be awkward. "Need some help?"
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Post by Anthony Stark on Apr 29, 2014 23:14:42 GMT -5
 metal beats human It was time to put all of the plans and drawings into action. With the red and gold suit on his body it was easy to move things into place. Tony had become inpatient, wanting to get the work done. The contractors stopped working to watch him, lifting steal beams and welding them into place. Sure it was heavy and hard work, but the alternative would be thinking. That wasn't an option, neither where the panic attacks that seemed to follow his train of thoughts. Shaking his head half way through picking up a steal beam from the pile on the ground out side of Stark tower.
Tony let out a heavy sigh as he held the beam in both hands as he looked up to the top of the building. The display inside of his helmet showed the position in which the beam should be placed. "J.A.R.V.I.S engage the boosters and how about we watch out for birds this time. I dont really enjoy the feel of them bouncing off me." The black haired hero said to the intelligence system inside of his suit, as he and the steal beam where lifted off of the ground. It was more difficult to fly without the use of his hands as stabilizers, to compensate for this the flaps on his legs and back moved to help him stay horizontal.
Yes sir, but might I suggest you keep your eyes open while in the air. Also sir, it may be helpful not to crash into your own building.
Tonys mouth pressed into a thin line as J.A.R.V.I.S spoke. Tony knew that it was the truth, but it was hard to keep his mind in the game when there where so many other things trying to steal his attention. The wind blew from a north west direction as he reached the top of the building. The display showed where he was supposed to slide the hunk of metal into place in order to help support the new design. Moving forward slowly through the air he lifted the beam into place. Then lifting his left arm he engaged the laser he had mounted on his arm for the day. The red laser came out and heated the metal, allowing the two surfaces to bound together.
Satisfied with the connection of the two pieces of metal Tony allowed his body to drop. It was so much easier going down with nothing to hold. A few meters from the street below he instructed J.A.R.V.I.S to engage the flaps and boosters to slow his descent towards a open whole and the pile of beams sitting inside. Tony stopped short of what he was doing as he heard someone clear there throat. Tony whipped around right away, one hand out to stabilize his movement. Floating in one of the open holes was a girl, but not any type of girl. This one had green hair and matching hues. Tony allowed himself to move a bit closer to the girl who was now speaking to him.
It was normal for people to know him, he was Iron Man after all. But she seemed to act as if he was supposed to know her. She didnt seem like his type so he felt a little bit safe on that front. "Um, I hit my head a few days a ago and I may have a concussion, refresh my memory?" He had never been good with names or really remembering people in general. She also offered her help, she was floating. She could be of some help. "If you can." It was a challenge, he wanted to know who she was and what she could do. It was like him to forget but if he had learnt anything in this place was that he seemed to be the go to guy for misfits. There was one way to see if she was in fact helpful and not just another kid looking to be disappointed.
Now close enough to the pile of beams Tony picked up one of the smaller more manageable ones. Holding it in both hands for a moment he looked from it to the girl with the green hair. Bringing his arms down he trusted them back forward with the help of his boosters. The metal beam flew towards the girl. Yea, he didnt play well with others and he was kind of reckless.
"Catch."
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 29, 2014 23:32:28 GMT -5
Of course he has no idea who you are. Whatever. Maybe it's better that way.
She watched him curiously as he moved about with the use of his iron suit. Part of her was tempted to try to manipulate it to get her point across about who she was, but she had a feeling that wouldn't get him on her good side. And she needed him on her good side. If he wasn't going to connect her with Magneto on his own, then she wasn't going to lead him to that connection. She would just play innocent and chalk it up to telekinesis or some crap like that for as long as she could.
Rolling her eyes at his attempt to dissuade her from being upset over his lack of recognition, Lorna offered a short retort. "Don't worry, Mr. Stark. I didn't completely expect you to recognize me. We've never actually met, though I am fairly certain you've heard of me." She left it at that as he looked at her quizzically before offering the small challenge of 'if you can'.
Oh, there was no question that she could. It was just a question of how helpful she wanted to be and currently, it was a very low level of willingness.
Just as she was about to respond and ask him where he'd like her to start, he uttered the two syllables that preceded his careless throwing of the steel beam at her person. Lifting a hand, Lorna stopped the beam mere inches from her face.
Keeping the beam stead and floating just to the left of it to glare directly at Tony Stark, Lorna spoke with a very unamused tone. "After all your time fighting with the Avengers, you still haven't learned to play nice with people until you know what they're capable of?" Her eyes took on a dangerous glow before she continued. "That wasn't a very smart move, Mr. Stark." With the slightest twitch of her muscles, her hand flipped over and curled into a fist, causing the beam to mimic her actions until it had been turned into a tight ball.
Lorna stared at the steel ball for a few seconds, considering what she was going to do next before actually doing it. Pissing off Tony Stark was never the best idea, but he already didn't seem to be in the best of moods and honestly he did start it, so what the hell.
"Catch"
Without hesitation, Lorna's eyes began to glow brightly as she flung the steel ball - which was about the size of a large beach ball - directly at Iron Man. There was no apology in her features and her aim was as accurate as possible. She wasn't going to pull punches with a man who was willing to through steel beams at people he didn't even know.
So much for getting a cell phone from him...
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Post by Anthony Stark on Apr 30, 2014 19:45:07 GMT -5
metal beats human Tony wasn't sure what to expect, or what to think if she didn't catch the projectile. It was one of those situations where he should have put a little more though into his actions. There was no way to go back on what he had done, and it wasn't really in his nature to apologize. So instead he just stood there next to the pile of steel. The beam moved through the air and he was sure it was going to connect with her floating body, at the last second her hand raised and she stopped the steal beam mid-air.
Staring at the other in a mixture of confusion and interest he crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her. Speaking only to J.A.R.V.I.S he watched and waited, "J.A.R.V.I.S who in the is she. Run the facial recognition soft ware and also the mutant data base for matches." Tony's words came out slowly from his mouth as he watched the screen in his helmet scanning her face as well as the glare she held on it.
"After all your time fighting with the Avengers, you still haven't learned to play nice with people until you know what they're capable of?"
Her eyes began to glow as she spoke, the soft where was running and the faces of the data base where flying by as J.A.R.V.I.S tried to match her face to one of the many recorded. She was right, he wasnt very smart. He had been the one to poke and prod the Hulk until he knew just how much the man could take. He was reckless when to came to himself and sometimes others. But this was a new one, throwing things at girls he didnt know. He allowed a shrug of his shoulders, the suit lifting and falling with the motion. "I guess my reputation doesnt exceed expectations then." The girl before him flipped her hand over with ease and the metal of the beam started to move and meld into a new shape.
He knew the shape right away, it was forming into a ball. She could float and move and manipulate metal. It was only a few seconds before a ball floated in the air before her face. There was a lull in conversation as she seemingly held the ball before herself. The display in his helmet lit up with a positive match, Sir tha scane is complete. Her name is Lorna Dane. Her father is Magneto- "Mute." That was all he needed to hear, the rest of her information appeared on the display screen for him to read. Blue hues scanned it, looking for more information. Then he heard her speak again, "catch." Blue hues widened and looked up.
The ball of steal was now coming his way, acting fast he moved one leg back and uncrossed his arms from his chest. The ball hit between his two hands as he was pushed backwards a bit, the force of the impact was absorbed by his suit easily. Looking down at the steal ball and then to her he spoke, "well now I am down a steal beam and up a daughter of Magneto." He could be in trouble, if she wanted to hurt him he had a feeling she would have sooner. Dropping the ball at his feet he ignore the sound of the floor breaking slightly and focused on Lorna. "Please don't tell me your an Avenger. I have enough to deal with, I don't need someone around who could fold me in half. I was never really good at yoga you know."
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 30, 2014 20:02:25 GMT -5
No, Tony Stark's reputation certainly didn't fall short of expectations. It was the first time she could honestly say that someone lived up to the reputation set forth about them and Lorna wasn't particularly certain whether that was a good thing or not. She just hoped that he was as sturdy and resilient as his reputation stated, or she would have a serious issue on her hand. Something told her that neither SHIELD nor the Avengers would take too kindly to a smushed Tony Stark.
Lorna was more than pleased as the metal ball made contact with Tony's arms and he was able to catch it with assistance from the Iron Man suit before dropping it on the ground next to him. She was certain by this point he had figured out who she was - if he hadn't, then she would be thoroughly disappointed - and was, with her luck, computing ways to take her down.
"...a daughter of Magneto..."
The phrase made her visibly cringe as she lowered herself so that she was just outside the gaping hole, now eye-level with the iron-clad hero. Her attention was momentarily stolen away by the creaking of the floor beneath the steel beam she had mangled. "I have a name and I'm sure you know it by now, Mr. Stark. Daughter of Magneto isn't even close." There was an edge to her voice which made it clear how much she detested being associated with her father; something she probably needed to stop letting onto so easily so people would stop using it against her. Then again, it made people more willing to trust her and less likely to worry she was there to wage her father's war.
She couldn't help the scoff in response to his insinuation that she might be an Avenger.
"I can assure you, Mr. Stark, that I am not an Avenger. My big brother and big sister might have been invited with open arms because of their exceptional abilities, but it's kind of hard to be appreciated when you're basically just a 'lesser' version of what your evil mastermind of a father does." There was a dryness to her tone as she fixed him with another stare. "And I can do so much more than fold you in half."
Lorna let the comment hang in the air for a few seconds before continuing. "I came here because I know you have the most resources in this cordoned off city and I am in desperate need of resources. I don't even have a phone." She declined to explain why, feeling it irrelevant. "So, I came to see the Magical Mr. Stark to see if he had any information to help me out with.
"Then I saw your attempt at home remodeling and thought that maybe you'd be a rational person and ask who I was before throwing large metal objects at me. Clearly I was wrong. Hopefully I'm not wrong about you being a man of resources who never says no to a damsel in distress."
Clearly, Lorna wasn't a damsel and she was absolutely not in distress, but she figured the phrase would catch Stark's attention. If anything, she hoped he picked up on and enjoyed her own return of the banter he tried to engage her in. "The offer of help still stands, by the way. Unless you'd rather I just fold you in half?"
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Post by Anthony Stark on Apr 30, 2014 20:43:13 GMT -5
metal beats human There was a cringe at her fathers name, she slowly lowered herself to be level with his gaze. He had a feeling that she didnt like her father, he couldnt really blame her. "Well Lorna, you can stop calling me Mr your making me feel old. Tony will do or you know Iron Man." He said as he gestured to his body sill clad in the suit of red and gold. There was a fine edge to her voice when she spoke of her father. Why was it that all the girls where coming to him with daddy issues and he had no interest in getting with them or there crazy. He wasn't made to deal with family issues he couldnt even deal with his while he was growing up.
"I would rather you didnt fold me any which way." Tony wasnt sure how close he was walking to the edge, how much would it in fact take to make her want to hurt him? How far was he willing to push her, was her words a threat or where they just a power play. Tony licked his lips nervously, trying to decide what to do with her words, he wasnt sure how much he wanted to 'poke the bear' today. He was tempted to see if the girl before him would in fact fold him in half if he pushed hard enough, but he wasnt sure if he wanted to die before the end of the day.
He was still debating his options when she went onto butter him up. She needed his help, she needed him alive. Or she could kill him and just take his things. His hands went to the hips of his suit. She just wanted to know what was going on and if he could help set her up. Pressing his lips into a thin line he gave a small sigh into his suit. "I clearly need to change my address and move my building." He mumbled to himself annoyed by the fact that people kept bothering him. "If I said yes to every pretty girl in distress I would be broke and out of toys." With a sigh of defeat he was about to give in till she spoke again.
A look of annoyance crossed his face as she taunted him again with the fact that she could fold him in half. "J.A.R.V.I.S bring up the plans." He raised his arms at the same time as he spoke, the blue prints and notes came up around the room. These showed where the beams where to go and where the major welds needed to be. "You lift and I'll weld." He looked at her and then lifted into the air seemlessly. "Try to keep up." Tony shot towards the fatehrest point in the room and lifted his arm with the laser attached to it. "Well?"
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 30, 2014 21:14:17 GMT -5
Refraining from pointing out the fact that he was old - at least compared to her - Lorna simply nodded and reminded herself to catalog away the name 'Mr. Stark' for later use, if needed. "Tony." She tried the name out and it felt weird to call him something other than Mr. Stark or just Stark. It seemed... taunting.
Ok, she could live with taunting.
She allowed herself a small smile about his desire not to be folded in half. In all honesty, if she wanted to hurt him, she wasn't going to fold him in half. If she wanted to hurt him, she'd likely exploit the metallic weakness of the glowing light in his chest cavity or rip his suit from his body and let him plummet to the ground from a great height or, her personal favorite, start ripping his blood out through his pores using the iron in the blood stream.
Not that she had really considered hurting him.
"Or, you know, you could try living in less ostentatious building. That might keep us away, too." She rolled her eyes at him before continuing. "I'm not asking you for money or weapons or... whatever else it is women want from you - I wouldn't know, seeing how you're a little old for my taste-" She let that sit there for a beat before continuing. "I just want a phone or connections or something to keep me off the street. I've worked hard to not have to rough it in the alleys or sleep with one eye open at night and I don't really want to go back to it." The somber tone in her voice surprised her along with her sudden burst of honesty.
Whatever, if it got her somewhere to go, then she'd take it. There was no way in hell she was bunking with Pietro and it wasn't like she could hide being a mutant all that easily, so this was her only option.
As the schematics of the building were brought up, Lorna found herself completely awestruck by the technology and stopped paying attention to what Stark was directing her to do. It took his second attempt at prompting to get her to respond, immediately floating up to where he was and reaching for the steel beam she had destroyed with her powers.
With a sound worse than nails on a chalkboard, Lorna straightened the beam out until it was perfectly smooth and put it in place for Stark to weld. "Is this the norm for you? Throwing things at people and then letting them help you fix your house? Because if it is, then I gotta say you live an interesting life Mist-- Tony." She was intrigued by Iron Man. His snarky attitude definitely lived up to what Pietro complained about, but he still had that heroic quality.
He was quite the conundrum.
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Post by Anthony Stark on Apr 30, 2014 21:57:19 GMT -5
metal beats human "Yea but I like to be in peoples faces, I just wish they where in mine a little bit less." Wow. He really did sound like a cranky old man, he reminded himself of his father and it made him cringe. She wasnt afraid to point out the fact that he was in fact older then her. His lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance that she couldnt see. She went from calling him an old man too telling him some crap boo hoo story. He had heard them all, if his heart had broken at every story he would be broke. "Not my problem." Harsh but honest, just the way he liked life.
Tony went up into the air and waited for Lorna to notice he was in fact addressing her. She was standing in awe of the building plans he had thrown up all around them. They where something to marvel at, if he wanted to he could also make them three dimensional. She seemed to clue in that he was waiting for her, she floated up to join him.
As she became level with him once again he saw the beam she had turned into her own personal ball. The sound that followed as enough to make him visibly cringe even in his suit. It was worse then when Dummy dragged parts of his suits against the side of his convertible. As soon as it was straight she set the beam into place, lifting his arm he gave a small sigh. "Look away." As she did he welded the beam into place.
Tony didnt miss a beat as she spoke, almost calling him Mister Stark again. "You know its funny." Tony paused as if he was really thinking about it. "I only seem to do that to the annoying girls with green hair. Maybe I should look into that." He gave the snappy response as he snapped his fingers and the diagram came close to the two. Pointing to the next beam he spoke, "now. Dont make this one into a ball first, if you do this could take all day."
He wasnt used to help, he wasnt good at asking for help either. He had almost died due to the poisoning his past reactor had caused. But instead of asking for help he had fought through it till the people at S.H.E.I.L.D stepped in to stop him from dying.
"So what do they call you Miss Magneto? I mean you must have a name besides Lorna." If he wanted too he could get J.A.R.V.I.S to bring up a full background check again. But for some reason this was a bit more fun, playing with someone who could snap him in half was keeping him on his toes and made conversations a bit more interesting.
"Also, I guess I could give you one of the older models of phones."
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Post by LORNA DANE on Apr 30, 2014 23:55:24 GMT -5
Lorna merely shrugged her shoulders and released a soft sigh in response to his idea that he could be in people's faces without having the same returned to him. She wasn't going to say anything until he decided to go off and be an asshole with his 'not my problem' comment. The first thing that popped into her mind was that it would be his problem when she knocked him out and just took what she needed, but she quickly curbed the thought and steeled herself against his attitude. She was almost certain she would be able to get from him what she needed, which really wasn't much.
In all honesty, the green haired mutant was surprised that Tony had even given her warning or waited for her to look away before he had started welding the metal pieces together. She had half expected for him to just set to work before uttering another 'not my problem' cop out. It was best for both of their well beings that he hadn't done that. She was starting to think that perhaps he was a tolerable human being.
Then he opened his mouth again.
"Annoying!? Maybe you shouldn't dish it if you can't take it, Tony. I assure you I'm not more annoying than you are and I'm only twenty-four. How old are you? And who the hell thought it would be a good idea for you to be part of the Avengers? I mean, no wonder they let Pietro in..." She let the taunting question sit, knowing it likely wouldn't be answered by the man it was directed towards, just like she wasn't going to acknowledge his comment about turning the new beam into a ball.
However, when he called her Miss Magneto, there was a visible strain put on the steel beam as she lifted it into place. "Yes. The girl who took issue with being referred to as daughter of Magneto would most definitely choose to go by Miss Magneto. Wow, Tony, you really are a genius, aren't you?" Sarcasm ebbed and flowed like a steady stream as she narrowed her eyes towards him. Part of her wanted to let the beam drop and watch as it destroyed even more of her house, but she instead decided to be rational and not let the crazy show.
"Really? Miss Magneto? That's the best you can come up with? Not even Magneta? I'm disappointed." Her tone was sharp, but she let up a little bit. "Polaris. I go by Polaris. And please, don't hurt yourself giving me one of the many outdated trinkets in your home. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, Tony. I'm sure that New York is much more friendly to mutants since the last time I was here. I'll just ask your neighbors if they don't mind helping a girl out." The sarcasm was back in full force. She had made an effort to be nice, honest.
She slid the beam into place, waiting impatiently for him to secure it. "Any day now, gramps."
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 1, 2014 22:50:03 GMT -5
metal beats human It seemed like it was going well until she spoke again. Startling Tony with the annoyance in her voice. She didnt seem to take kindly to being called annoying. Which she was! He had never met someone who pressed so many of his buttons. But it wasnt fully bad, she seemed to be challenging him as well as pushing him at the same time. He wasnt sure if he wanted to pull his hair out or applaud her. He snapped back from his thougths as she spoke his name with the same level of annoyance.
"I am not old! Experienced maybe, but not old!" Tony snapped in annoyance, he didnt like to be called old. He had girls her age fawning for his attention or a night in his bed. But here she was being a little smart ass. "Trust me, I didnt want to join. Plus I was brought on as more of a consultant. Didnt you hear? I dont play very well with others, and I am sort of reckless. But your a smart kid, I bet you already knew that." The name she spoke didnt ring any bells, just another person he knew nothing about. "You need to wear name tags on your foreheads." He mumbled mostly to himself.
More sarcasm that was all he needed. He let out a huff of air, they would all need name tags. He didnt really care what her name was but he did put it somewhere in his brain for later use. You never knew when you would need someone who could lift and bend metal at will. It would be helpful when he needed to fix his house again, which always seemed to happen to him. "Since your helping me you've earned it. I guess." He mumbled the last part as he watched her move yet another beam into place and he lifted his arm once more to weld it into place.
The beam of light came out just as she spoke, gramps! The laser went up and to the right into the wood that was keeping the wind out of his home. The laser turned off as soon as he went off course. Spinning towards the green haired girl he pressed his lips tight with frustration. There where so many things that came to mind to say, so many ways this could go down. "Do you want a stupid cell phone or not?" He finished welding the beam into place, he worked in silence through the last beam. As soon as it was welded he allowed himself to land back on the floor.
Looking to Lorna he stepped forward into a tae kwon do right walking stance and the Iron Man suit unfolded off of his body. It felt good to be out of the suit, he felt lighter instantly and a little more human. "Common metal gal." His suit closed up as soon as he was fully out of it, walking further into his home the black haired man walked into a large room. "J.A.R.V.I.S order some pizza, what ever she wants. Oh and some of that cheese bread." He said to the room, Yes sir, what will it be Miss Dane? Tony looked over to the girl with his hand out questionably as he lead her down a hall way and towards the elevator of the building.
Pressing the down button he waited for the machine to reach the top floor of the tower. The doors opened with a slight 'ding' sounds. Stepping inside he waited for the other to follow suit, "garage."
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 1, 2014 23:38:02 GMT -5
"Experienced. Old. Two sides of the same coin." Lorna watched Stark curiously as he devolved into his tired against the Avengers. A consultant? This was him consulting? Perhaps Tony Stark needed to peruse a dictionary and figure out just what being a consultant meant, because flying around in metal suits and saving the world from dangerous threats was not part of the job. "I'm a smart girl, yes, but you're not even on my list of things to study up on. Hate to break it to you, but not everything with a set of breasts finds you breathtaking." Her lips were curved into a playful smirk; one completely devoid of malice as she continued to taunt him.
In all honesty, she was surprised that she had remained and subjected herself to such pointless banter. Usually Lorna wasn't one for such trivial situations, nor did she like to deal with childishness on a level such of this, but Tony Stark's charm did not fail him and she found herself have more fun than being annoyed at the idiocy of the whole thing.
She was just about to thank him for his concession that maybe, just maybe, she had earned the cell phone when the repulsor beam strayed just off target, passing by her. Lorna wasn't sure if he was trying to hit her or not and his exasperation about whether she wanted the phone or not only told her that maybe he had been trying to hit her, but she let it go once he returned to welding the steel beam into place. "Jeez! You don't have to shoot me! If you don't want to share, just say so..."
Again Lorna found herself staring in awe as Tony Stark stepped out of the iron suit. This was the first time she had really seen him up close and she found herself thinking that he wasn't that bad looking - something she would never admit to him. Well, not unless it was followed up by 'for someone with some salt in their pepper'.
Moving once he beckoned her with a nickname that was lamer than the last time, but decidedly without reference to her father, which she appreciated, Lorna finally let her feet touch the ground beneath her. "JARVIS? Who the hell is JAR--" Her question was cut off by the metallic voice that echoed around her, referring her to by her last name. The voice was human and machine at once, which really boggled Lorna's mind, and caused her to take a moment more to process what she was doing.
She almost smiled when she realized that Tony was letting her pick pizza, but recovered and shot back with her own retort. "As long as you don't expect me to buy. I don't have a cent to my name right now. I'm pretty sure I left my wallet in Virginia." She turned her attention back to the disembodied voice. "Umm... pizza? Cheese, pepperoni, olives, and green pepper. If that's ok? Oh, and please!" Being rude to Stark was one thing, but being rude to the disembodied JARVIS thing was another completely.
Realizing once again that Tony was moving on without her, she sprinted forward to join him in the elevator, still amazed by the technology all around him. "What you lack in social skills you definitely make up for in technology, Tony." As he commanded the elevator where to take them next, she only had one question: "What kind of toys do you have in the garage?"
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 2, 2014 13:00:54 GMT -5
metal beats human Maybe he was losing his touch, first the agent from S.H.E.I.L.D now her. He couldnt expect everyone to fall for him but it was becoming quite the blow to the ego to know that he wasnt the apple of every ones eye. Lorna sure did like to cut him down to size, she made sure he knew exactly where they both stood and where the line was. Like with the whole father thing, he felt that was a ten foot pole subject he wasnt quite ready to deal with. The beam moved past the green haired girl and she looked shocked. "Well maybe you should call me gramps." He snapped at her as he finished his work.
Tony felt at home in his old ACDC shirt and jeans, it felt good to get out of the suit for a bit. Tony's blue hues looked over at the girl as she asked who J.A.R.V.I.S was. A smirk came to the elder mans lips as J.A.R.V.I.S answered him and addressed her. "J.A.R.V.I.S is a artificial intelligence system I created. He does everything from background checks to ordering pizza. He also does all of my security." He responded as if it was nothing, J.A.R.V.I.S was one of his proudest moments in his life, the artificial intelligence system was always with him and willing to tell him when maybe he was going a little bit too far.
"Pizza's on me kid." He said as she went on about how broke she was. he could feel for her, he had never been broke but he knew what it felt like to start over. He came to this place with the clothes off his back and his suit. Now he had to put his life back together piece by piece. Yes Miss Dane right away. Tony gave her a small smile as she even thanked the mechanic voice.
"I have great social skills!" He said as he looked down at the watch on his arm. "See look at that its two in the afternoon and I am not even drunk. I think thats pretty good." It was more of a joke then anything, sure he may have a bit of a problem with the bottle. But that didnt mean that he couldnt enjoy a few now and then. "Oh, I have all the toys. Cars, watches, phones, suits, and software." His blue hues went to the top of the elevator where the numbers counted down with they got to zero it kept going. There was a small 'ding' sound as the doors opened. As the two stepped out of the metal doors the lights turned on around them. The glass walls of his garage, walking up the the key pad place in a metal holder he punched in his code.
The glass door opened and he stepped inside. "Over ride to allow Lorna Dane in." Tony spoke to the room as she walked through the door. To the left of them along the main wall of the garage sat a row of cars. All different kinds of makes and modules. In the middle of the room where his work benches and tables. One of the suits he had found here was laid out on one of them. Pieces of the suit taken off and laying next to it. "So a cell phone, let me see. Hey dumb dumb." He spoke to the machine on the other end of the room. Its robotic arm slowly raised to almost look at him. "Yes you, I need you to clear a space for us to sit at work bench seven."
Walking further into the space Tony made his way to a closer work bench grabbing a large box full of parts and phones. As he was picking up the box he heard a loud crash from table seven, spinning around he was dummy had litterly cleared everything from the bench onto the ground. Tony let out a groan. "I should just scrap you." Box in hand he made his way over to the now clear area and set it down. "So what are we using this for? Also do you want something that can fit in your ear?" Tony paused as he pulled out the sleek object that always sat in his ear for easy control of J.A.R.V.I.S. "You wont even notice it, plus hands free." He placed it on the table and picked thought the box, finding a modified Iphone, it was green in color. "This could do I guess." He muttered as he looked it over in his hands.
Outfit: Neewwwww
Tag: Lorna
Song: Ready aim fire
Words 000
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 2, 2014 21:13:08 GMT -5
"That's what I did call you. Are you hard of hearing, too?" Lorna smiled at him as he explained just what, or who, JARVIS was. She tried to keep her face neutral and pretend that she wasn't completely impressed by it, but she had a feeling she was failing miserably. Who could blame her, though? He had a disembodied voice that addressed people by their last name and ordered pizza for him. There was a slight sigh of relief as Tony told her that the pizza was on him. Not that she wasn't willing to pay for food. She just... couldn't. Whatever. "I'll pay you back whenever I have money. Just don't hold your breath waiting for it..." Lorna was caught off guard as the voice addressed her as Miss Dane again, causing her to redden at the face for some strange reason. She caught herself before she uttered another thank you, not wanting to be redundant. Sheepishness caused Lorna's cheeks to redden this time around as Tony mentioned his sobriety at the current hour. It was honestly an accomplishment for her, too. Not that she would admit that to him. For all she knew, his JARVIS already knew about Lorna's alcoholism and had dispensed that knowledge to the Iron Avenger and this was Tony's way of mocking her. "In my experience, a lack of sobriety usually improves my social skills. Well, other than when interacting with my brother. Then it just improves my aim with a gun..." The last part trailed off, mostly to herself as she thought back to the infamous encounter with her brother with an amused smirk. Lorna stepped into the garage carefully after the override had been given to allowed her in, wary of being shot down by some errant security system Stark had been playing with. Tony had completely lost her attention until he said the word Dumb-Dumb, thinking it was a new nickname for her until she realized his attention was directed towards a robotic arm across the garage. "You verbally abuse your machines, too? Wow. Man of the Year, ladies and gents."Standing still and taking everything in Lorna decided to let Tony just wander off on his own until he beckoned over to her. Her attention was caught by the obtrusive crash of supplies and tools thanks to the clumsiness of his robotic help. Feeling bad for the inanimate object for some strange reason, Lorna used her powers to collect the objects that had been discarded onto the floor into a cardboard box. "I don't need anything fancy. I've only ever had a Nokia brick phone." Lorna continued on non-chalantly, not acknowledging her actions of cleaning. However, when Tony pulled out the green iPhone, her eyes lit up with excitement. It was so cliche, but Lorna would love to have a green iPhone. Plus, from the disdain he showed towards the phone, he likely wouldn't miss it. "What, was that one special made for the Hulk?"NOTES :: BEST THREAD EVER? TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CUMBERSOMEWORDS :: 495
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HERO
Lesson one: Heroes. There's no such thing.
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Post by Anthony Stark on May 3, 2014 21:58:16 GMT -5
metal beats human "To each there own kid." Who was he to judge her? He had grown up an only child, he had no idea what it was like to live with someone like that. He hadnt had to deal with someone else wanting his mothers attention. He only glanced up as she noted how he should be man of the year. "Well thank you, finally someone gets it." He said sarcastically. This is why he didnt have children running around, he wasnt sure if he could even deal with them or there drool on his stuff.
Tony now sitting at the work bench pulling parts and phones out of the box glanced to the objects onto he floor. They where moving, he assumed that she was the one to blame for the act. But the man had to admit that the act was pretty cool. He watched as each of the objects went into one of the empty boxes around the shop from his parts. "You need something better then that." He mused as he looked away from the box and then to the mechanic arm. "See, shes useful." Dumb dumb slowly lowered his mechanical arm towards the floor as if hanging his head in shame.
He couldnt help the smirk that came to his lips as she spoke of the Hulk. He turned the Iphone over in his hand looking at the green skin. It reminded him of her hair and emerald hues. He had thought she would like it but after her comment he wasnt sure if she really did. "Something like that, there are a couple others you can pick from." He set the green phone down before her then reached into the box and grabbed out a pink phone just like the green one. Setting it down next to the green one he pulled out a few others, different models and shapes some androids based and more Iphones. Picking up his ear bud he put it back into his ear and spoke once again. "Pick any one you want, then I can load it full of Stark software. Maps, weather, information, and an uplink to the criminal data base."
Moving his chair across the floor of his shop he moved away from Lorna and towards another box. Picking out some ear pieces he tossed the ones he didnt like into another box. Picking a few of the ones he had created he rejoined her. "Try these as well."
Outfit: Neewwwww
Tag: Lorna
Song: Ready aim fire
Words: 000
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ANTI-HERO
Mistress of Magnetism; Thrower of Cats; Coocoo in the Cocopuffs
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Post by LORNA DANE on May 3, 2014 23:28:59 GMT -5
Lorna rolled her eyes as Tony chose to ignore her sarcasm. Of course he would take her seriously if it meant he could inflate his own ego. "Yeah, whatever, Tony." She was half tempted to start calling him Mr. Stark, but decided to refrain until at least after he had paid for the pizza. She couldn't help but smile to herself in response to his slight against her phone. In it's defense, it was made almost completely of plastic, which made it very difficult for her to accidentally destroy with her powers. It also got great reception, she wouldn't deny that internet would have been a nice addition. "No, I love the green one. It's perfect." There was a sincerity in her voice that she had yet to use around him as she looked at the green device. It was perfect for her. The doorbell chimed as Lorna fumbled through the box, searching for an earpiece she liked. Her fingers trailed over one made completely of brushed metal, which she floated over to Tony as she darted off towards the door. "I'll get the pizza. You make yourself useful." She didn't give him a chance to retort as she dashed into the elevator, timidly asking JARVIS to, please, take her to the ground floor. She returned promptly with the pizza, JARVIS having somehow already paid the driver. The technology still bewildered the green haired mutant, but she wasn't complaining. By the time she had made it back into the garage, Tony had already finished setting up her cell phone Pushing the earpiece in place, Lorna let her fingers drift over the touch screen, instantly rolling her eyes at what she saw. The background was a promotional picture of Tony Stark himself and he had even had the audacity to set himself as the number one slot in her favorites. When asked why, Tony insisted it was simply so that she couldn't defer him to Do Not Disturb when he needed her to come fix his house again - and she would do it because she owed him. "Whatever you say, Mr. Stark."NOTES :: END OF THREAD TAGS :: GRAMPS SONG :: CUMBERSOMEWORDS :: 352
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