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eachdraidh2015-02-02 11:42 am
stickseller) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-02 11:42 am
first jive ⚛ video ⚛ open to both courts
(For those who are online, if you will, the video feed of both courts will flicker on to the picture of a man who looks surprisingly calm all things considered. His hair is neatly combed back and parted, his clothing well put together, and there’s a borderline arrogant smile that plays at his lips. If it had taken him a half dozen times to get the locket to work correctly for him, it didn’t show on his face, but for him it was practically like magic.
It was technology that was still years away from where he was, he had only recently managed to install a telephone in his car (and promptly sold the idea for a handsome profit), but even it had been quite an ordeal, there were a dozen wires, it needed a long and thick antennae to work, and if you weren’t careful it could drain your battery in a heartbeat if you weren’t careful, but it was technology that he felt had promise. Adding the ability to view the person on the other end of the line was something he hadn’t even thought about trying, let alone making it so small and portable. Sure, he had managed to miniaturise a camera lens for a pen, but that was just for still photos. He was intrigued by it, though, a fascinating idea (one he wished he had been the one to come up with), and he didn’t hide his impression. He didn’t dare attempt to pop it open, however, lest he not be able to put it back together. While the imps had been kind to him thus far, he hadn't argued much when he'd been dragged away, he wasn’t sure how well they’d take to him breaking one of the gifts that he had been given.
For the time being he would leave it as it was, but eventually he might ask if someone knew just how they worked. Just for the sake of curiosity.)
So I take it this place doesn’t take too kindly to technology of any kind, huh? Even one as simple as a battery. (He raises his wrist to show the watch on his arm, it had stopped when he had arrived, and though it was currently useless, he couldn’t take it off. He was too used to wearing it and would feel naked without it.) Is there anywhere around here where they sell watches you wind? Or parts so I can convert this one?
(There’s a pause, he takes his hand down again and shrugs his shoulders lightly.)
Anyway. Good morning. My name is Howard Stark, and back home I was an inventor of sorts, so I’m not entirely sure why they’ve brought me here, unless it’s to update this place somehow. My company’s goal was to build a better and brighter tomorrow, and it looks like this place could use a bit of that. It’ll be like going back in time with what I have to work with, but I’m sure I can manage if that’s what’s wanted.
So, tell me a little bit about yourself, mysterious person on the other side of the magical locket. What makes you special?
Unseelie Locked
Who’s in charge of your weapons division? Back home, right before I was brought here, we had a war that ended, and I worked in weapons on the winning side. I can’t imagine that’s a coincidence.
It was technology that was still years away from where he was, he had only recently managed to install a telephone in his car (and promptly sold the idea for a handsome profit), but even it had been quite an ordeal, there were a dozen wires, it needed a long and thick antennae to work, and if you weren’t careful it could drain your battery in a heartbeat if you weren’t careful, but it was technology that he felt had promise. Adding the ability to view the person on the other end of the line was something he hadn’t even thought about trying, let alone making it so small and portable. Sure, he had managed to miniaturise a camera lens for a pen, but that was just for still photos. He was intrigued by it, though, a fascinating idea (one he wished he had been the one to come up with), and he didn’t hide his impression. He didn’t dare attempt to pop it open, however, lest he not be able to put it back together. While the imps had been kind to him thus far, he hadn't argued much when he'd been dragged away, he wasn’t sure how well they’d take to him breaking one of the gifts that he had been given.
For the time being he would leave it as it was, but eventually he might ask if someone knew just how they worked. Just for the sake of curiosity.)
So I take it this place doesn’t take too kindly to technology of any kind, huh? Even one as simple as a battery. (He raises his wrist to show the watch on his arm, it had stopped when he had arrived, and though it was currently useless, he couldn’t take it off. He was too used to wearing it and would feel naked without it.) Is there anywhere around here where they sell watches you wind? Or parts so I can convert this one?
(There’s a pause, he takes his hand down again and shrugs his shoulders lightly.)
Anyway. Good morning. My name is Howard Stark, and back home I was an inventor of sorts, so I’m not entirely sure why they’ve brought me here, unless it’s to update this place somehow. My company’s goal was to build a better and brighter tomorrow, and it looks like this place could use a bit of that. It’ll be like going back in time with what I have to work with, but I’m sure I can manage if that’s what’s wanted.
So, tell me a little bit about yourself, mysterious person on the other side of the magical locket. What makes you special?
Unseelie Locked
Who’s in charge of your weapons division? Back home, right before I was brought here, we had a war that ended, and I worked in weapons on the winning side. I can’t imagine that’s a coincidence.
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(wait wait wait. Hold the phone. He got into reading up on mythology after the Red Skull's craziness when it came to Norse, so he recognises that name from the books he's read.) Like the Greek God? (This guy is either crazy, or super cool.)
And if we take it out, the consequences will be dire. Yeah yeah. But people have always hated things that are different from themselves, it shouldn't be that huge of a surprise.
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Yeah, god of fire and forge and all that jazz. That's my dad. [ But for all the grandeur one might think that'd bring, Leo doesn't sound all that impressed. And he's not; the guy's just as awkward as he is, and ugly as all get out. Not that amazing, really, unless you're talking about the things he makes. ]
That's why the entire war is even happening, if you ask me. [ He'll still fight for the Seelie, yeah, but that doesn't mean he isn't still skeptical. It's the same way back home, running quests for the gods. Leo rolls his eyes, totally done with the entire stupid thing. ] Like it's our fault we were all dragged here from our own worlds. Newsflash! Some of us have our own crap to deal with without adding fairies on top of it all.
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Huh. (And he doesn't really know what else to say to that. He's impressed? If it's true, technically the other man could be lying, this could all be a great game, but for now, well, he'll just go with it. It's easier that way.)
It usually is. (His expression sours slightly at that, his last had hit especially close to home, after all. But that was that, he tries not to dwell. At least not greatly. You can't change the past. He had come in hoping to have it over quickly, that was why he'd agreed so easily. It was a job, but now that he was speaking to people on both sides, he was starting to wonder whether he should be questioning it more.) At least you get faeries instead of imps. (There's a rustling sound behind him.) No offence meant, I just have a thing for girls in short skirts. (Snerk.)
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[ It sucks, Howard. Everything sucks. ]
Ohhh, you're one of the Unseelie? [ That's a little disappointing. Leo wants more mechanics over here, damn it! This is why they can't have nice things! ] I mean, I like a girl in short skirts as much as the next guy... [ as long as the next guy isn't Ryan ] but that's not what we've got over here. They're just... little fairies.
[ Right on cue, one of them flits into view, and Leo casts Howard a glance. ] Case in point.
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Apparently. (Sorry? He can't really decide. He's not even sure how he feels about it now. He was just going to go in and do work, but now knowing that Steve Rogers is amongst those on the other side, he's starting to question it a little more.) Keep the dream alive, kid.
(A soft snort.) Small or not, still better looking than what I've got.
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Right, because you get those imp... things, don't you? I haven't seen much of them except when I went to the Station, but they didn't look all that fun to hang out with.