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ataraxionlogs2012-11-04 09:48 am
compressibility) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-11-04 09:48 am
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CHARACTERS: Howard Stark and Bass
LOCATION: Away from the main corridors, in one of the forgotten hallways
WARNINGS: Gore, death
SUMMARY: Howard goes to test out some tech and Bass finds him in a bad way.
NOTES:
He went walking because he needed to clear his head and get away from the enormous mask staring down at him from his door like a nightmare; metal and cowled and with enormous teeth, like death. Howard doesn't like to think about that part of his job. How he's death, to a lot of people, his weapons. He's good at it, at building them, the army needed them, there's nothing wrong with it.
It glowed slightly, a radioactive sickness, a reminder. Eventually he would have to tell Tosh he helped build the bomb that leveled her country. Maybe that's why he's walking, too, the miniature arc reactor in his hand. He's almost got the thing working, he just needs to iron out some more elements, or that's what he tells himself because the other option, that he can't do it, isn't really an option. It's always on the precipice of working, he's a genius, a genius who admitted to the one person he's ever met that's smarter than he is that he was jealous, what kind of genius is that?
The bowels of the ship are dark and deep, and there's a certain amount of - Howard can't pinpoint what it is. He wanted privacy out here, and he's definitely gonna get it as he takes his tools out from his bag and begins the process of taking it apart again.
When he puts it back together, a new element added, it makes noise - not a little noise, but a lot of noise, the whirring of the moving elements in the middle loud against the walls, distorting against the metal halls. It's an eerie sound, Howard thinks, as the glow from the reactor spins blue then red. He had designed it that way.
He doesn't hear anyone else around.
LOCATION: Away from the main corridors, in one of the forgotten hallways
WARNINGS: Gore, death
SUMMARY: Howard goes to test out some tech and Bass finds him in a bad way.
NOTES:
He went walking because he needed to clear his head and get away from the enormous mask staring down at him from his door like a nightmare; metal and cowled and with enormous teeth, like death. Howard doesn't like to think about that part of his job. How he's death, to a lot of people, his weapons. He's good at it, at building them, the army needed them, there's nothing wrong with it.
It glowed slightly, a radioactive sickness, a reminder. Eventually he would have to tell Tosh he helped build the bomb that leveled her country. Maybe that's why he's walking, too, the miniature arc reactor in his hand. He's almost got the thing working, he just needs to iron out some more elements, or that's what he tells himself because the other option, that he can't do it, isn't really an option. It's always on the precipice of working, he's a genius, a genius who admitted to the one person he's ever met that's smarter than he is that he was jealous, what kind of genius is that?
The bowels of the ship are dark and deep, and there's a certain amount of - Howard can't pinpoint what it is. He wanted privacy out here, and he's definitely gonna get it as he takes his tools out from his bag and begins the process of taking it apart again.
When he puts it back together, a new element added, it makes noise - not a little noise, but a lot of noise, the whirring of the moving elements in the middle loud against the walls, distorting against the metal halls. It's an eerie sound, Howard thinks, as the glow from the reactor spins blue then red. He had designed it that way.
He doesn't hear anyone else around.