cape_kore | [Video] Tony Stark

[So, the feed will open to a very, very unimpressed face. Oh so very unimpressed. However, that face might be a little battered and bruised, maybe even slightly bleeding, but it's still obvious how undeniably unimpressed he is. After a moment of silent staring, his dark eyes narrow a fraction, adding mild agitation to the blasé expression. He is well aware this is some form of broadcast, and by the looks of it, it's an open feed, but he really doesn't care if he's making people uncomfortable. He's uncomfortable, and therefore, everyone else should be too.]

Really? No, I mean really? [He also might be a bit tightly wound. He's had a rough day. Understatement of the century, right there.] You should teach your goons not to aim for the face. It's my meal ticket. And honestly? I didn't expect to wake up in such nice accommodations. Actually, I was thinking more like a basement or a dungeon or even tied to a chair. But this is creative, I'll give you that.

[He pauses, thinking over the events and his current situation. It just doesn't seem to fit. This isn't AIM. The introduction said something about a Science Center in Cape Kore. He also sincerely doubts the evil twit has a reason to keep him alive. So, unless he's missing a chunk of time, he's just flat stumped. The injuries disprove the 'missing time' theory, however. So, back to posturing at his captor.]

And if you think this little flair of hospitality will make me any more cooperative, you have another thing coming, Killian. By the way, telling me not to escape will only make me try harder. [He gets ready to cut the feed, only to hesitate, brows knitted together in contemplation.] And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date. [Take that Aldrich! The feed is promptly cut thereafter.]

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Let's hear it: The highly sought after maniacal laugher. As a superhero, I'm the perfect candidate to be a judge, Miss Freelance Demon.

[He's ever subtle, and oh so modest. However, he can appreciate her sense of humour, even if he doesn't quite get the little quip about the brunette thing. And as of right now, he isn't quite buying the demon bit as an actual race. Not yet. For now, he'll just chalk it up to some kind alias.]

Sorry, Sugar. Think it still needs some fine tuning. Wouldn't want to disappoint. So how about I show you one of my little parlor tricks to sate you?

[ She closes her eyes and when she opens them they are jet black, pupils, iris, whites and all.

She blinks again and they go back to normal. ]

How's that, Mr Superhero?

[Well, you certainly have his full attention now. That didn't strike him as a trick of the light. Nor did it really seem like special effects. He really isn't quite sure what to make of it.]

Demon, huh? Okay, I'd be inclined to believe I've died and gone to hell, but I'm positive I'm still alive. I'm pretty good at not dying. Almost dying, on the other hand. I'm pretty good at that, too.

[He narrows his eyes and worries his lip a bit in thought.] That sure is something. I've met a couple demigods and some aliens bent on making a mess of things, so I'll take your word for it for now.

[ Ah good. Now that she has his attention, she'll do her best to make the most of it. ]

Hell? Nah. This place isn't Hell. Trust me, if there's one thing I know - it's Hell. I've spent long enough down there.

[ A smirk. ] Not a demigod, nor an alien. Just your average tortured soul.

Though there are angels that walk among us too. Fun times, right?

Not the word I'd use. This all sounds pretty biblical.

[But he won't rule it out entirely.]

So, you and the angels; do you have some kind of non-interference pact or something?

Where's the fun in not interfering? Getting mixed up in things is the good part.

Okay, true. I see your point. Never was one to sit back and watch, either.

Life is much more exciting when you get to meddle. If I wanted to sit back and observe then I'd have gotten a cushy office job back in Hell.

They have cushy office jobs in Hell? Man, that's not what I was expecting.

Oh, there's plenty of fire, brimstone and torture too. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time if you ever find yourself down there.

No offence there, Beelzebabe, but I don't plan on making any pit-stops down there. [Or, he really hoped not, anyway.] But I'll take your word for it.

None taken. Still, hard to believe you're a little goody two shoes. You strike me as a bit of a bad boy. No offence.

Goody two-shoes? Nah, that's Rogers. [There's the return of his smirk.] If being a bit of a bad boy is enough to get me into Hell, then I guess I'll see you there. Assuming we ever get out of here.

Absolutely no offence taken.

All I did was sell my soul. Didn't become a bad little girl until after my first little trip downstairs. Now? Well, being bad is so much more fun.

I have to say, I've done some strange stuff in my time--most of it, drunkenly--but I can't say I've ever sold my soul. Assuming I have one. Some people might argue that I don't.

What'd you sell it for? Fame? Power? Love? Or do you even remember?

[Tony, stop prying into the lovely demon's personal life. But he can be like a kid. ...in many ways.]

Does it matter? It was a lifetime ago. I was a whole different person then.

[ Good luck trying to get Meg to open up about her human life, Tony. She hasn't even talked to Cas about it. ]

I bet. [He can take a hint. Sometimes.]

The whole 'soul-selling thing' though... Guess I'll have to watch what I say from now on. Wouldn't want to accidentally put it up for auction.

Just be sure not to seal any deals with crossroads demons with a kiss and you'll be fine.

Though the average sale gives you about 10 years.

Crossroads demons? [the urge to reply to her warning with "deal" was incredibly tempting, but that little voice that rarely piped up to give him decent advice was actually paying attention and urged against it.] You wouldn't happen to be one of them, would you?

[ Where is the fun in listening to those little voices? ]

Kissing me is perfectly safe. I don't work in sales.

[Right? There's a reason it only pipes up now and then.]

Are you offering? [Down boy.]

What field do you work in? You just don't strike me as the secretary type.

[ Everyone should be a little more bad. Especially the hot guys! ]

I'd never turn down a pretty face.

I'm freelance. I do what I want, when I want. Rules are too boring and stuffy. Definitely not a secretary.

[He does enjoy being bad. Or, at least a little naughty.]

Funny, neither do I.

[There's an appreciative smirk on his lips as he listens.] You do your own thing. We're more alike than you might think. [That's probably not a good thing, Tony.]

[ Meg smirks right back at him. ]

That so, Sugar? Maybe we should spent some time getting to know each other better some time...

Sounds like a plan to me.

[Chatting up a demon should not be on his todo list. And yet...]

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