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 And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date.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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I don't know if I'd really classify it as escape. You don't remember the place once you leave, and you go back in the same moment you left. And as you can see, I'm right back. Two years on my end, but I was only gone from here about two weeks or so.

[She shrugs.]

It's sort of like being yanked around, in the end. We're still not sure why we were relocated. A tunnel opened up and it led us here. The scientists who used to be here sort of... up and vanished.

Trippy. They have to have a motive, right? Everyone has a motive. Even psychotic demigods have motives. We just have to find it.

Find it and what happened to those elusive scientists. If they all up and died, there would be bodies. Anyone ever found anything of the sort? Bodies? Skeletons? Charred remains? Scorched shadows on walls?

[Sometimes, it's hard to tell when he's being serious and when he's being a snarky little twit.]

Sorry, love. No remains around here, to my knowledge. Almost a suspicious lack of them, really. Do you have experience with psychotic demigods?

[She doesn't sound doubtful. Not around here. Around here, it's almost weird if you don't have experience with something strange.]

[He frowns. Well, that doesn't help any, now does it?]

As a matter of fact, yes. Psychotic demigods bent on world domination. [He waves a hand dismissively as if the idea was just so boring.] Cliché, right? Yeah, villains have no originality anymore. It's almost depressing. You might have even had the displeasure of meeting the guy. Lots-a hair gel, brooding, pale?

Why is it that all of the brooding ones want to dominate the world? [Fortescue shrugs.] I'm afraid I haven't met the gentleman in question. With the way these halls are set up, sometimes you can wander for hours without running into anyone else. It would be alarming, I suppose, if I wasn't used to it.

I know, right? You'd think they'd learn by now it's not all it's cracked up to be. Then there are people like me that will kick their glorious behinds all the way back to the mythology books they sprouted from. [Okay, so that wasn't really his doing, but he had a hand in the guy's defeat.]

So, what's your story, then? You've obviously got a story.

You think his behind is glorious, mm? I'll have to keep an eye out for him, in that case.

[She gives Tony a teasing wink.]

What makes you think I've got a story?

[Tony starts to answer, either to deny or back up his statement, but stops, mouth hanging open before the first syllable even gets out, he closes it again and looks thoughtful. Okay, yeah. He'll admit that Loki did have that going for him.
He just remains quietly amused.]

You're gorgeous, just a bit mysterious, and interesting. You have a story. Everyone has a story.

[Fortescue laughs quietly at his reaction. Does she get an award for making him temporarily speechless?]

Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Maybe I'll tell you, sometime. [But a drink has to be involved, even if she sticks to the happy bits. Which there aren't a ton of.] Once you're all settled in, perhaps.

[She certainly gets boasting rights for rendering him speechless, if nothing else. It's quite a feat. But sadly, it never lasts long.]

Then it's a date. [Oh, if he can find a drink in this place, you can be sure he'll be more than glad to supply them.]

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