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thisavrou_log2016-06-13 10:02 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-13 10:02 pm
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[Closed] It's too early for this discussion
Who: Tony Stark and Adrien Arbuckal
When: Off shift on the 13th
Where: Observation Deck [Aft]
What: A conversation
Warnings: Possible discussion of murder and violence
After signing off with Tony Adrien had indulged in a fit of trying to put his fist through the Moira bulkhead. It hadn't gone very well for the doctor.
The good news being as a doctor he was able to treat the busted knuckles of his right hand himself, eventually settling down enough to put his focus back on his project to collect supplies for medical. Throwing himself into the nuts and bolts of coordinating the effort before eventually having to break off and call his shift done for the time being.
After all the stores he wanted to visit weren't likely to be open at this hour.
Heading back to his quarters, Adrien had indulged in a shower (because he's a neat freak honestly) washing away the busy day and attempting to quell the rise of anxiety in his gut. As it got closer to the hour Tony had said he'd be off shift, the greater the desire to call this conversation off grew. It was going to dig into areas that Adrien was trying torun from ignore and ...
"How the fuck do I even begin." He said aloud at one point.
With only Courser to hear him, the young bahari had been glued to his side ever since the network conversation, Adrien stared at his reflection until his own face blurred in the glass. He went back to his quarters and dressed in civvies he'd picked up down on the planet, dark slacks and a deep maroon button down shirt, a leather coat lay out across his bed for when they left their room. Sliding his holster onto the belt, he secured it at the small of his back before simply sitting looking at the floor.
That would be how Tony found him. Sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes on the floor between his feet, worrying at the ring that set on his right middle finger, obviously lost to his own thoughts. Courser lay quietly on the bed just behind him, chin on his paws but the constant twitching of his ears suggested an air of anxiety.
When: Off shift on the 13th
Where: Observation Deck [Aft]
What: A conversation
Warnings: Possible discussion of murder and violence
After signing off with Tony Adrien had indulged in a fit of trying to put his fist through the Moira bulkhead. It hadn't gone very well for the doctor.
The good news being as a doctor he was able to treat the busted knuckles of his right hand himself, eventually settling down enough to put his focus back on his project to collect supplies for medical. Throwing himself into the nuts and bolts of coordinating the effort before eventually having to break off and call his shift done for the time being.
After all the stores he wanted to visit weren't likely to be open at this hour.
Heading back to his quarters, Adrien had indulged in a shower (because he's a neat freak honestly) washing away the busy day and attempting to quell the rise of anxiety in his gut. As it got closer to the hour Tony had said he'd be off shift, the greater the desire to call this conversation off grew. It was going to dig into areas that Adrien was trying to
"How the fuck do I even begin." He said aloud at one point.
With only Courser to hear him, the young bahari had been glued to his side ever since the network conversation, Adrien stared at his reflection until his own face blurred in the glass. He went back to his quarters and dressed in civvies he'd picked up down on the planet, dark slacks and a deep maroon button down shirt, a leather coat lay out across his bed for when they left their room. Sliding his holster onto the belt, he secured it at the small of his back before simply sitting looking at the floor.
That would be how Tony found him. Sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes on the floor between his feet, worrying at the ring that set on his right middle finger, obviously lost to his own thoughts. Courser lay quietly on the bed just behind him, chin on his paws but the constant twitching of his ears suggested an air of anxiety.
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But holding entire planets hostage? That's...
Something else entirely. Something new.
Tony turns away abruptly, around the time Adrien starts detailing ruthless higher powers with the ability to wipe out planets on a whim. His chest suddenly feels too tight in his shirt, hand going to his collar as if he wants to loosen it, but can't. Worse, there's nowhere to look in this goddamned observatory that isn't a vast, celestial expanse.
He pictures a portal that frames a big, blue, vulnerable planet. A totally unsuspecting planet. A planet that never stood a chance.
"Jesus." It comes out strained, because this is all of his worst fears being re-packaged and delivered from the mouth of a stranger. His other self must have had a fucking blast.