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shatterverse2008-05-14 07:41 pm
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[Pre-shatterverse - warning for spoilers for Iron Man]
It starts in the sky, several hundred feet up. There's a light and a bang, and something appears.
It's metal (though not actually iron), and roughly man-sized (and -shaped), and its colouring is a bright mixture of gold (an alloy, actually) and red (hot rod). It's also falling.
And shouting. "JARVIS–!"
As it tumbles towards the Earth various rockets and stabilizers fire and misfire, with pfft! pfft! sounds like fireworks going off. They do very little – something's been knocked about, jumbled. Internal systems are scrambling to pick up navigational landmarks, satellite signals, air traffic transmissions, anything that would give a clue as to where here is and how far down is down. But there's nothing to pick up. It's like the whole world's gone radio-silent.
Locked in an uncontrolled spin, something within the metal man shouts, "Stabilize, damn it, stabilize!" It throws its arms up to fire palm-mounted boosters: coupled with flaring back-mounted spoilers, these halt the spin, but not the fall. Which means that the metal man now has a really good view of the ground that is rushing up to meet his face.
This is going to hurt.
It starts in the sky, several hundred feet up. There's a light and a bang, and something appears.
It's metal (though not actually iron), and roughly man-sized (and -shaped), and its colouring is a bright mixture of gold (an alloy, actually) and red (hot rod). It's also falling.
And shouting. "JARVIS–!"
As it tumbles towards the Earth various rockets and stabilizers fire and misfire, with pfft! pfft! sounds like fireworks going off. They do very little – something's been knocked about, jumbled. Internal systems are scrambling to pick up navigational landmarks, satellite signals, air traffic transmissions, anything that would give a clue as to where here is and how far down is down. But there's nothing to pick up. It's like the whole world's gone radio-silent.
Locked in an uncontrolled spin, something within the metal man shouts, "Stabilize, damn it, stabilize!" It throws its arms up to fire palm-mounted boosters: coupled with flaring back-mounted spoilers, these halt the spin, but not the fall. Which means that the metal man now has a really good view of the ground that is rushing up to meet his face.
This is going to hurt.
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She checks the blades in her sleeves and then ensures that her sleeves are pulled down to cover them before approaching. Being heavily armed while appearing to be a harmless teenager has been useful a few times in this world already, after all.
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The mound is groaning.
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"I don't know who or where you are, but you are very funny."
A helmeted head slowly stretches up, and eventually cranes towards Mai. Dazedly, "Oh. There you are."
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"Do you do this often?"