[Tony is dicking around in what looks to be a junkyard, wearing a beat-up tank top with a funny blue glow right in the center. There are piles of trash here and there, but most importantly is the pile of metal sitting right next to the device, gleaming in all its...dirty junkiness
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[But he's kind of curious so OFF GOES THE TERRIBLE MAGIC COMMUNICATOR DEVICE and give him a little time, a little time...
...and he's wandering into the junkyard. He's spent enough time wandering around the City over the past ten days that he can find it easily enough.]
What are you doing?
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But when he sees the man before him instead, Tony decides to say it directly!]
You're the guy who said I was uninteresting. Or implied it. You definitely implied it.
[He returns to inspect the metal in his hands critically.]
What's it look like I'm doing? I'm digging through trash shamelessly nearly half-naked. You got a problem with that?
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I said no such thing. I simply refused your advances.
[He looks a little uncertain as he says so, though. He thinks Tony was hitting on him, but it was very confusing. And now he's talking about being half-naked and shameless. Is this more of that "Internets" flirting business?
Oh, right. He was asked a question.]
That depends on what you plan to do with these peculiar scraps.
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[He tries to bend the metal, giving a satisfied nod when it doesn't seem to cave to his efforts.]
First, I need my suit. If I can get the basic framework done at least, I can build off from that later. For now? I need to make things explode.
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But you must be able to buy a suit, even here, if you lack clothing--
[And then that last part registers.]
You're a mage. I should have known.
[His entire face--bemused, bewildered, sulky--closes off in bitter anger.]
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[Le sigh. He'll get on that. After he gets his suit.
And rather than point out the undeserved angry fais, Tony adds the scrap to his Keep pile.]
People usually call me the Merchant of Death- but mage? Mage sounds pretty badass. Except that's definitely not my thing. Doesn't sound like it's yours, either.
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Not a mage, then, but a noble. The less dangerous form of corrupt elite who feeds on the weak.
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[Oh, hey, that looks useful--]
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[Another slow step forward.]
It is your actions that will--
[Who has pointy ears and goes barefoot in a junkyard? This idiot.]
Kevesh!
[He doesn't actually fall, but he stumbles, loses his cool. The muttered swear is more at that than any pain.]
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You are going to get me into a lawsuit walking around here like that.
[He steps closer, bending down to look at his foot.]
Hope you got your tetanus shots.
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And here I thought you were looking for a suit.
[It's hard to tell if he's actually trying to make a joke or not.]
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Didn't know you had it in you! You and me, pal, we're gonna get along great.
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What was your name again?
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It was Fenris, and you still have not told me yours.
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