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oo1 video; are we still pretending these are just post jump? yes? okay good.
[There's video of a kid coming across screen, looking bored and more than a little ticked off at what's going on, where he'd ended up. He looks... well, to be honest. He probably looks about twelve or something. But rest assured, people of the Tranquility. He's a grand total of sixteen years old.
He's just a hobbit.]
So I've been told we're in space. And this is some stupid ship that we're all stuck on for a really dumb length of time.
Anyway, I guess if there's something to actually do here, let me know.
[There's a long pause as he scratches at the back of his head with gloved hand, scratching at the end of his nose, wrinkling it up and sneezing once, still looking just as bored as ever]
... Okay, fine. I'm James, and if anyone needs any help, just let me know. I have a weapon and a history with smashing robots and fighting Asgardians.
[His expression calms just a little after that, at the mention of Asgard, and with a sigh he holds out his left hand, showing off a ripped into piece of tech, a hole in the metal and wires ripped apart.]
And if anyone thinks they can fix this, I guess I would owe you one.
So I've been told we're in space. And this is some stupid ship that we're all stuck on for a really dumb length of time.
Anyway, I guess if there's something to actually do here, let me know.
[There's a long pause as he scratches at the back of his head with gloved hand, scratching at the end of his nose, wrinkling it up and sneezing once, still looking just as bored as ever]
... Okay, fine. I'm James, and if anyone needs any help, just let me know. I have a weapon and a history with smashing robots and fighting Asgardians.
[His expression calms just a little after that, at the mention of Asgard, and with a sigh he holds out his left hand, showing off a ripped into piece of tech, a hole in the metal and wires ripped apart.]
And if anyone thinks they can fix this, I guess I would owe you one.
ACTION; It's okay! I uh. I fell asleep and am going to work later today, but HERE WE ARE. 8D
see i already got your number its up in the corner over there
008 » 003
[ which is a little awkward because Dave is coming from 004 » 097, but his number in the corner reads 007 » 117 ]
anyway well be there
[ Dave shoves the communicator into his sylladex and won't be responding any further. He's on his way and snagged Dirk on the way out. James won't know this, but they arrive in record time, thank god for flashstepping. It takes them a couple of minutes anyway, just not as long as it takes the plebs.
Dave knocks. ]
Yo. Guess who.
ACTION; and then I got sick BUT YES HERE WE ARE
cool, ill try not to fall asleep
[... Which is actually an issue with James.
But he honestly doesn't know enough about this place yet to make any sort of comment about where Dave's coming from. Miraculously? He hasn't fallen asleep out of sheer boredom yet. Even if he looks just a tad annoyed when he opens the door]
Hey. [He shrugs, opening the door wider and gesturing in at... a surprisingly already messed up room. James deals the best in pig sty conditions. Which is why there's a pillow on the floor and sheets everywhere, his ship given outfit in a few heaps.
He works in record levels of bratty slobbishness.] Come on in.
ACTION; gahh, are you still sick? Dirk-player is pretty under the weather too. orz
'kay, so, introductions. You're James, I'm Dave, this is my brother, Dirk. The genius.
ACTION; kind of ;A; and uggghhh well wishes everywhere, sick sucks
'Sup. [He gives a lazy wave of his hand in welcome, before kicking aside some of the junk and getting the currently bullet destroyed gauntlet from his bed.] Here it is. It's an... I guess energy projector is the best term for it?
I'm not really a tech person. I just use it.
ACTION; sorry for the late, haven't been myself lately
[ He takes it in hand and examines the damage. ] Okay, it looks like the damage is isolated, so I should be able to fix this up with a little bit of time. That cool with you?
ACTION; no worries! things always come up <3
[He hands it over easily enough, crossing his arms]
Yeah, that's fine. And it was just a bullet hit, through and through. I just don't know much about tech. [He shrugs, and gestures to the shield in the corner of the room]
I have another weapon in the meantime, so I'll be set while you work. [There's a quick pause] Do you... need something in exchange or anything?
ACTION; we are all so out of commission, it's sad. orz!
Nah. Dude, you're new around here. It's not like you've got much to trade, right. 'sides, you're kinda doing us a favor. See, if he [ he indicates Dirk with a jerk of his head in Dirk's general direction ] doesn't have something to occupy his time, he'd be going around filming puppet porn for shits and giggles, planting pulsating puppet proboscis everywhere, lying in wait for some unwitting asshole to impale itself on 'em. You're preserving the integrity of the ship here. Actual heroism, ladies and gents.
ACTION;
He shrugs, neither confirming nor denying anything his bro says. ] Don't worry about it. I mean, it's just a thing I do for people.
[ Not gonna get into the reasons why. That's just not Dirk's game here. ] But maybe we could spar sometime if you want.
ACTION;
Even if he doesn't actually know what porn is.
Well, almost everything. He can't help the slight smirk on his face at the mention of heroism.]
Trust me, I'm pretty awesome at being a hero. [He's watching with muted interest as the tech's looked over] I could do an IOU or something, but yeah. Sparring'd be fun.
I know you're apparently a genius, but that tech's made by someone who... designed robots and a fighting suit. You sure you can work with it?
[He's so used to Tony's insistence in his tech abilities being king of all]
ACTION;
[ The way he talks about the accomplishments makes them seem mundane and ordinary, like they aren't even a big deal. ] And in the time that I've been here, I've re-created some AI-guy's robotic body and created robotic legs and armor for a boy who can't walk.
[ With a slight shrug, he adds, ] I'm pretty sure that I've got this.
ACTION;
Hey, I know a Robobunny. Did you give it to a dude named John Egbert? 'cause if you did, it blew up with me.
ACTION;
ACTION;
ACTION; alsdkfj sorry guys, got caught up in school finals @@
He can't help but keep shifting his wrist, not used to the weight of it missing.
The bunny thing, though? He's kind of curious about that.]
You made a robotic rabbit? Why not a wolf or lion or something actually... I dunno, threatening?
[Because insulting the person fixing your tech is so the way to go]
ACTION; school happens, it's a RL thing. hope you did alright.
[ That's really all there is to say on the matter unless James wants Dirk to elaborate.
/glances at Dave and then looks back at the Marvel-verse tech ]
I don't know, I guess that depends on whether or not something weird happens in the next few weeks. I've got a couple projects and shit to wrap up, but let's just say I could try to have this done by next jump.
[ And while he's at it, he could draft a blueprint copy for himself just because why the hell not. It's Marvel-verse tech, dammit. ]
Does that sound good?
ACTION; hopefully! <3 and thanks sob
[He's chewing on his bottom lip for a moment in thought, before moving back over, closer to the tech.]
That's fine. I mean, I have another weapon, still. Do you think you can make it look like it works? Just... it's pretty much the design on that shield- [A quick jerk of his thumb towards his dad's sitting in the corner] -but a little smaller.
Just lights or something. It'd... be reassuring, if people thought it worked. [... Yeah, he's a little paranoid.]
ACTION; yes, all the hope. <3 Are you all done now, or are there still more finals lurking about?
That shit right there is tier level infinity irony.
[ He looks between the shield and the gauntlet and quirks an eyebrow. ]
What's the point of making it look like it works? A bluff ain't as good as the real deal.