Stark 002

[coolexec]

Who: coolexec , any and all interested parties
Where: Tony's workshop, business & arts district
Style: Either or, I'll match. Starting in third because it's easier
Status: Open

Setting up a workshop on his own, without a real construction crew was still taking longer than he would've liked and he thought of the workshop back in Malibu in its state of

Comments

OMG I'm so late

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It was well after noontime when a tall, hairy beast of a man lurked around the incomplete workshop. He was dressed inappropriately for the weather in an impressive, thick coat, gently worn top hat and boots. He marched slowly about the premises, long arms folded tightly across a broad chest, a discerning eye and thoughtful grimace cast over the completed merchandise and carpentry. Under the hem of his coat flashed a glimpse of a thick, gruesome police-cudgel - one heavy enough that, when wielded by strong and sure hands, it could effectively smash in a troublemaker's skull

[coolexec]

Tony wasn't going to forget seeing a face like Javert's any time soon, something that looked like it belonged in the Victorian era, maybe earlier with that ridiculous facial hair and everything else; Jarvis made a quiet comment over the computer, volume turned low as Tony typed away, keeping up to date with a few notes he'd been taking on the place and Tony turned, spinning around in his seat to get a good look as he moved around. He was used to military men thanks to Rhodey and to dealing weapons and he'd had other bodyguards in places with weapons but seeing something like that cudgel was strange

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"I recall you were the one to put out an informal invitation. Yet you wonder why I am here anyway."

Inspector Javert's cold gray eyes first skimmed over Tony's computer equipment. The murmured voice of Jarvis had caught his ear, though he could not quite make out what it said. After he was sure he got a decent look at the array, he raised his head again to meet Tony full in the face. His arms loosened, and he curtly touches a hand to his hat.

"I have come to introduce myself properly. As Chief Inspector of this city," said Javert. As swiftly as he drew his hand up, it snapped back to its tightly folded, official position. A wedding band glimmered on his fourth finger. Apparently he wasn't joking about having a wife, whatever kind of old bag Tony may imagine her to be. His teeth flashed in a rather unsettling, wry smile. Perhaps his face was naturally unpleasant like that. "Your private shop is in good order. You work quickly."

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"I'm not one to judge a book by its cover," he was in fact and that was a blatant lie but he wanted to see if this guy would call him out on it because he'd looked like a good judge of character from the first conversation, "but you don't really look the type to be interested in any of this. What with the dashing muttonchops and your looming Dickensian presence

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"It surprises me that you have not met her already," Javert murmured indifferently, his eyes straying back toward the suit mechanism with a distracted frown. Dickensian meant very little to the Inspector, who certainly lived and died before the great author penned about both the best and worst of times. Funny, wasn't it, how Javert could say he lived through the Revolution, but he did not live long enough to see the various kinds of literature the Romantic and Victorian eras produced?

Not that he would have read those novels. Oh, no. Inspector Javert hated reading, and only managed to spare some practical biographies or newspapers during his rare free time.

"Madame is a very social creature. Most of the time." The Inspector was perfectly aware for Mme. Javert's want and need of constant attention. What a womanly thing to desire!

"Indeed? It strikes me that I have heard something of an Iron Man, or an Iron Suit

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"Well until you tell me her name, it's not like I'll know," he replied even if he'd met her already without knowing he had because he was still picturing a female Javert, grumpy. Probably homely. Doing old lady things like stitching socks, cooking real homecooked meals and probably staring out the window to catch the goings on of the young people. That or Angela Lansbury in Murder She Wrote. It varied depending on how ridiculous he felt at a given moment.

He grinned then and leant forward to aim a pat at Javert's arm. "She sounds like my kind of woman."

Again with the iron thing, honestly. "It's not actually an iron suit - misnomer, thank the tabloid media for wanting catchy names. The metal is different but it flies, it has repulsor capabilities, targeting, other weapons - helped me save people in a place called Gulmira from terrorists, helped stop a crazy Russian and a pack of drones and I've already saved a young French girl her ein the city. I'll give you a demonstration some time."

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"I want to see that," conceded Javert tersely, his brow furrowed and lip curled. His curiosity was getting the best of him. Honestly? Most of these cited capabilities went straight over the Inspector's head. He was only able to process the simplest, such as 'helping to stop a crazy Russian' and saving a 'young French girl.' "But my schedule is busy. And forget the flight demonstration. None of that! I will never get used to air travel. I will take your word for it, stupid as it sounds. Besides, I am bound to catch your acrobatics one day."

Javert paused, casting Tony a sharp, yet thoughtful glance askance. "No, you mustn't have met her," he muttered. Tony would have known just by Naomi's introduction that she was associated with Javert, wouldn't he? Then again, Javert was entirely unaware that Naomi wasn't exactly in the habit of using her freshly-acquired surname for her introductions. "She is a medical doctor and geneticist. A woman who would have a better understanding of your machines than me."

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"There is absolutely nothing stupid about any of this or any of my work. The company I run is responsible for things like smart crops and medical technology even if we were primarily noted for our weapons developments and the military funding was what allowed development for the other projects. Now though we don't do weapons, took the company in a more responsible direction." Even if he'd almost lost said company in the process of trying to do the right thing for once in his life. "It's not like you'd be flying anyway. You'd just get to watch me being awesome at it."

It was a good thing that Tony's private jet complete with, ahem, in-flight entertainment would never be brought up during normal conversation with Javert.

"I did speak to a doctor about getting a check up, never actually got around to it, this distracted me but she - and no offense here at all - she didn't look like your type." Which meant she was too stunning to be interested in a guy that looked like Javert, too much personality too from that brief conversation

I AM A FAILURE but if you're up for finishing, I am too. :'(

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"Don't worry yourself over theatrics." Look who's talking, Javert: King of theatrical arrests and painstakingly managed dramatics. "I only care about what it can do. And how it will be used for the good of the police." A pointed, knowing stare. Javert enunciated slowly, "I will hope you don't intend to scuffle with the law. I find that you would be a very forward and annoying scoundrel."

At the very astute description of his wife - after all, any glance would convince the common man that the good Dr. Naomi Hunter was well out of Javert's league in terms of looks and intelligence - he rolled his eyes.

"What the Devil did Naomi introduce herself as?" snorted Javert with a wolfish, barely discernable sort of grin and a sharply bent brow. His head tottered slightly to and fro, and he murmured to his collar, "Didn't I tell you so, that you would not know it? It is just like her!"