Anthony "Tony" Stark (
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cape_kore2014-05-20 10:59 am
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[Video] Tony Stark | 001
[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 And P.P.S., this cell model is out of date.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.]
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.]
hahahaha <3
It depends what you're going to do with the knife.
[ That's easier to find; Steve digs and comes up with a scalpel, and brings it over but doesn't hand it to Tony just yet, glancing at the computer. ]
Are you going to try and pry it open?
I am completely and utterly inconsistent. <3
When Rogers approached with the scalpel, he frowned a bit and held out his arm, the inside facing upward.]
Microcomputers, remember? Keep up. They're fresh enough that the small puncture wounds haven't healed over completely, so I can locate just where they are with that. [He jerked a thumb towards the digital microscope.] If I can get to one of them, I can jury-rig an interface to run a diagnostic--that is, if I can find delicate enough tools to work with.
[Yes, this probably sounds like a very bad idea. Because, looking around, that equipment just doesn't seem to be present. This is more of a biology lab than a micro-tech lab. Tony might be jumping the gun a bit, but given enough time, he can probably accomplish the task with what's available to him. Which means he'd lock himself up in a lab for days on end, and unbeknownst to him, the Machine frowns on that kind of behaviour.]
ME TOO we coo'
Steve's eyes flick from his arm to the computer, and he grabs Tony to keep him from walking away, or worse, digging the scalpel in. ]
There are other labs, here. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume we can find what you need without you cutting yourself open.
no subject
He stopped and looked back at the blonde with a sigh.] Fine. Okay.
[He pauses, looking almost like he might go back on that, but shuts the machine off and sets the few gathered tools aside.] And 'cutting into myself' sounds so drastic. A tiny little nick is all it would've taken. They're pretty useless right now, though.
[If he can get a hold of the right equipment, he can reprogram them for other uses, though. That might be something to look into.]