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thisavrou_log2016-03-14 01:54 pm
narcissistictendencies) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-03-14 01:54 pm
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⎊ [Closed] You're putting up your armour when you leave
Who: Man-of-Iron and Man-of-Steel, Tony and Eggsy
When: 3/9, 3/13
Where: Spaaaaace, Training Room
What: Boys and an expensive toy... Alternatively, that time Tony bit off more than he could chew when challenging aliens to space races.
Warnings: None yet?
Super-Prompt:
Tony shot Clark a quick reminder text to meet him outside the ship and donned his suit for the first time since he'd repaired it. He ran a quick system's diagnostic and double-checked the new seals. Water-tight and space-proof were similar but two different forms of deadly. He'd absolutely hate to hop into space and find a leak... Death by oxygen deprivation was not his favourite way to die, thank you very much. As a matter of fact, it would probably be his least favourite, too similar to drowning, thank you water torture.
So, when he actually did find himself floating alongside the Moira, he'd taken a deep breath and held it. Letting it out slowly, he checked the systems one more time with a satisfied smile. He keyed his audio through the suit and contacted Clark.
"C'mon Pokey Bear. I don't have all night." Yes, he really does, but that wouldn't have the same effect.
Eggsy Prompt:
At roughly 1900, Tony borrowed the Training Room. When Eggsy arrives, he'll find Tony standing outside the suit, which is standing on its own, tweaking a few components in one of the gauntlet's repulsors. The suit is obviously powered up, and currently running under FRIDAY's control.
"There, try that." He muttered to no one and the repulsor powered up with a pitched whine and a bright glow, then powered back down again without releasing any energy. "Okay, send me the data." His MID lit up with text and he scrolled through it with a frown. "Dammit. There, right there. Something's interfering with the power output. It's not all making it to the capacitor, which is causing a .3 second delay. See, this is what happens when I'm using improvised materials to patchwork and upgrade a suit."
"Boss, your seven o'clock appointment is here." Chimed in FRIDAY's voice from the suit speaker when Eggsy arrives, pulling Tony out of his musings.
When: 3/9, 3/13
Where: Spaaaaace, Training Room
What: Boys and an expensive toy... Alternatively, that time Tony bit off more than he could chew when challenging aliens to space races.
Warnings: None yet?
Super-Prompt:
So, when he actually did find himself floating alongside the Moira, he'd taken a deep breath and held it. Letting it out slowly, he checked the systems one more time with a satisfied smile. He keyed his audio through the suit and contacted Clark.
"C'mon Pokey Bear. I don't have all night." Yes, he really does, but that wouldn't have the same effect.
Eggsy Prompt:
"There, try that." He muttered to no one and the repulsor powered up with a pitched whine and a bright glow, then powered back down again without releasing any energy. "Okay, send me the data." His MID lit up with text and he scrolled through it with a frown. "Dammit. There, right there. Something's interfering with the power output. It's not all making it to the capacitor, which is causing a .3 second delay. See, this is what happens when I'm using improvised materials to patchwork and upgrade a suit."
"Boss, your seven o'clock appointment is here." Chimed in FRIDAY's voice from the suit speaker when Eggsy arrives, pulling Tony out of his musings.
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"So what's a .3 second delay do? Like, is that bad?"
It sounds like it is, but he's no engineer. Walking into the room, he gets closer to Tony and the suit, lifting a hand to touch it only to second guess himself and drop it back down to his side.
"How ya been, bruv? Space treatin' ya alright?"
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"Space is treating me just fine. It's the planets that aren't. Got myself run through playing decoy not too long ago. Fun times. You?" He noticed the attempt to touch and the wise decision to think better of it. He didn't have the defences active, but if he had, it wouldn't have been a pleasant experience. Not that he'd actually let the suit hurt Eggsy.
"It's bad. Not catastrophic, but in an actual fight, that fraction of a second could mean the difference between a clean hit and a miss. It could also mean the difference between me falling on my face or catching myself. Basically, when the repulsor powers up, not all the energy is making it where it should. It's trickling out somewhere, so the charge takes .3 seconds longer to charge than it should." He explained.
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Eggsy lifts his left hand, flexing the fingers, and then he pushes the sleeve up to show that it goes up far.
"Not as cool as your suit, but it works well."
It doesn't feel right, not like a hand, but that goes without saying. Eggsy nods slowly, picturing that kind of delay if Eggsy were in a fight himself. It could mean the difference between dodging a hit or taking a shot and getting the mark.
"Hope it don't give ya much trouble, though."
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"If it ever needs any maintenance or an upgrade, I'm your guy." Eggsy, he doesn't willingly make that offer to everyone. Usually it's just I'll take it apart and geek over it then give it back. "You gonna be alright?" Right, sensitivity. He needed to be sensitive. Damn, Pepper made that look so easy.
"Eh, I'll figure it out. Always do. So, demonstrations, yeah?"
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Clark considers just alighting with him when he calls - maybe with anyone else he would start this whole thing off fairly. Instead, he arrows towards Tony, slowing down just enough to give him a little wave as he flies past, cape billowing behind him.
"Then you'd better catch up, tin man."
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"You can do whatever ya want to it, yeah? Upgrades, maintenance."
He'd probably brag about it, having a robot arm fixed up by Tony Stark. Not that he's going to tell Tony that right now, lest he come across as a fanboy.
"Oh, yeah. M'fine. This ain't nothin'."
His eyes flick to the suit and a quick grin curves his mouth.
"Fuck, yeah."
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"Enthusiasm. I like it. Okay, time to show off." Tony stepped back from both Eggsy and the suit then held both arms out as if in invitation. The suit reacted to the gesture. It hummed and clicked with mechanical whirs and electronic locking mechanisms disengaged. The suit broke apart into pieces, took a lap around the room and reformed, piece by piece, around Tony. When the helmet locked into place, Tony started the deep scan, locking his targeting scanners onto it to compensate for Eggsy's movements.
"Microcomputers under my skin respond to and transmit back to my suit." The speakers outside the suit carried his voice when he spoke. "When I showed up here, I came in near the end--or hopefully near the end--of a fight. Not so pleasant guy trying to destroy all life on earth. The suit took a little bit of a beating, but nothing severe. With my duties here, and we'll, space, because how cool is that?--I didn't have the spare time to patch it up." You'd be surprised how much spare time you have when you get skewered and Banner won't give the go ahead to leave the ship.
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Eggsy lets his arm drop back to his side when Tony's finished his examination. It's a good arm, the fingers work well and respond to him. It's not as good as the real thing, but it works okay.
"Sounds good to me. I trust ya."
If Eggsy's standing there with his mouth hanging open, it's nobody's fault but Tony's. He was never much a fan of superheros, his favorite had been the punisher because he'd done what he had to avenge his family. But, now, being here around living, breathing superheroes, Eggsy is struggling to control his excitement. He's impressed by how the suit breaks up, forms around the other man, and then Eggsy's moving forward to get a closer look.
"Fuck me, that's the shit. Them computers tell the suit what to do? Did it hurt puttin' them under your skin? Doesn't look like it's in bad shape to me." But what does he know about the Iron-Man suit.
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"Tin man? Like I haven't heard that one before." His tone is playful even as he tries to catch up with the speeding bullet. "Come on, Sporty Spice, give me something original." He goads. He can reach Mach speeds, but this is crazy. Who thought it was a good idea to race Superman again? Oh, right. Mr. Bad Life Choices. Either way, it'll be fun to stretch his legs a bit and maybe make Clark work up a sweat. Maybe.
"So, you fly around the ship often, or are we gonna have to make this like, a weekly occurrence so you don't get flabby?"
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"Oh, is that how it's gonna be?" Clark has no trouble getting to Mach speed, but he rarely has occasion to really push himself just for the sheer delight of it.
"Depends: can your ego take a beating once a week?"
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"Ouch. Listen to that confidence. This is really gonna sting for you when I win, isn't it? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone Iron Man can out-fly Superman when we get back to the ship. It'll be our little secret." In all honesty, Tony will take his loss as a need to improve the flight capabilities of the armour. And probably demand a rematch with each upgrade he makes. Supes, you're in for the long haul with him, now.
He pushes harder, teetering on the cusp of Mach II (by earth standards), with no gravity or air friction to slow the suit, the speeds he can reach in space are greater than in the atmosphere. This was something he's never tested before. Likewise, he knows he can't rightfully call it Mach speed, given the speed of sound in space is close to nil, measuring incredibly long wavelengths. But with no other frame of reference at the moment, he'll stick with the Mach terminology until something better presents itself. If he's not careful, though, he'll rattle himself apart. He's keeping a careful eye on that.
"You don't have a curfew I need to have you back by, right?"
(If any of that's incorrect, lemme know and I'll edit.)
"Eh, a little. I've been through worse." Fortunately for him, JARVIS isn't here to contradict Tony and tell Eggsy that Tony complained with each injection. Yet wouldn't bother to go over the safety protocols. "I've patched it back up. But again, he's been through worse, too. Well, not this model. But models in the past." He held out a hand, reduced the power to less than 10% and hit a piece of training equipment with a small repulsor blast to make it slide several metres.
"They help me interface with the suit and knock down reaction time. They also let me call the suit to me, or pieces of it, when I need them. Very useful." He flipped up the face plate and grinned. "Okay, so that arm of yours has a hidden blade, is that what I'm seeing here?" He held up his palm and projected the 3D wireframe model that he scanned. Blue and translucent. The rendering engine activated the pieces in the model and cascaded each piece to show its functionality and presumed stats.
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He looks around, only to catch himself with a sheepish grin. It's not like FRIDAY is invisible, standing around somewhere, he's just unused to the tech.
"How many models have you made?"
Eggsy kind of thinks he's in the middle of some exclusive question and answer session with Tony Stark, and since that's what it mostly is, he's going to ask as much as he can. He might not get the chance to do this again.
"Yeah, been tryin' to get trainin' on how to use it, but that's slow going. I didn't even ask for it, they just put it in."
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And anyway, fairly sure if Tony managed to win a race, he would find a way to put it up in skywriting just above the observation deck for everyone to know, at the very least.
It's difficult to measure his top speed even on Earth, so Clark mostly sets his pace against Tony's. He doesn't want to pull so far ahead that it's impossible to hold up the conversation. He actually gives the question due consideration - he hasn't really tested his limits out in space, but he feels perfectly fine and it doesn't show any signs of changing.
"Not that I know of," he says. "But I'm a simple country guy, and if you think you're gonna keep me out all night, I expect a little more romance. What do you say? Three laps around Ceta, winner pays for dinner?"