propulsion: (#14180314)
tony stark. ([personal profile] propulsion) wrote in [community profile] therookery2020-11-21 11:18 pm

003.


FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Tony Stark
RECIPIENT: All
NOTES: n/a


Listen up. Few items.

You see someone with a green glowy thing in their hand, they may be capable of more than just a sick rave party. Well documented abilities include offensive energy expulsions and flash-shields, and a couple shard-bearers able to close rifts at a time. New documented abilities include those things, but more, and the ability to close a rift on their lonesome.

And if you also notice a rifter capable of phasing through solid objects, distorting time, blasting green lightning, ask yourself: is that rifter extremely handsome, well groomed, articulate, witty, smells nice, killer biceps? If those things apply, don't freak out, it's on purpose, and not a demon.

Second thing — if you find a rift you weren't expecting, take out a little piece of paper, or write on the back of your hand, the day and time you discovered it, and the day and time it was closed. And the day and time it opened, if you catch that, but we'll settle for the license plate. Forward all notes to Wysteria Poppell.

[ Shuffle shuffle paper sounds. ]

Last thing, uh. Hey, the world is round. Like it's a giant sphere, floating in space. Okay, that's all. Bye now.
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[personal profile] deceivingly 2020-11-24 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The jerky disappears into Doki's mouth as she--quickly and without touching--chews it up. She grins around the mouthful as she takes a half step back herself and winds up her shot.]

Never ever.

[And she chucks the iron pebble straight at him. Her aim is good and her throw is swift. This would be better with a slingshot but still, it is good.]
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[personal profile] deceivingly 2020-11-25 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[The moment that she's beckoned for, Doki is there. She had gasped happily when her iron pebble met the wall and fell harmless. If this were a fight, she would be annoyed. It is not a fight, only a demonstration, and soon this could be hers to fight with instead. So she wants to see up close, this thing--the lens, glinting in the light, and the glove.]

I am very lucky.

[This she says first as reassurance. And she does not lean back when the beam shoots out across the field. Instead she follows it, with hawk eyes. Wood and straw, bones and meat.

She is grinning when she looks at him.]


This would be very good to have. [The glove. She reaches out to try and touch it with casual familiarity.] It is of Riftwatch?