Mk 1: "The Morning After All The Mornings After"

[thecoolexec]

A | Action | Cunningham Lane | Open To All

There were no models sleeping by Tony's left side when he woke up in bed that morning. Even worse: there were no models on his right side. There was A Woman lying next to him, which at first placated him, until he realized he could have done better. Probably. Then he was just disappointed in himself.

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[tosurpassgod]

[Hello there, strange man going through the closet. You're new, and so Black☆Star stops on his way to the kitchen to look at you, fresh from a thousand or so push-ups]

Who're you?

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[thecoolexec]

[Tony, so engrossed in his thoughts, didn't hear your footsteps. When he hears his voice, Tony jumps a little, but doesn't turn around.]

I am your prisoner, apparently. Woke up in some uncomfortable pajamas in a house that is uncomfortably not mine. Though shockingly well-kept for a terrorist encampment, gotta say, love the hedges, I see you put a lot of effort into them.

Your turn.

[tosurpassgod]

[Have a blank stare, Tony]

You're not my prisoner. Taking hostages is below a big guy like me. It's some guy pretending to be a little girl pulling the strings.

[thecoolexec]

[...Okay, this is a new angle for terrorists. ...So is this entire house and neighborhood. He stands up, wielding the wrench he found in a toolbox, slowly turning around to examine his captor.]

Ah, the boundless wisdom words of my...

...........spiky-haired kid?

[tosurpassgod]

[Finally, the attention he deserves! If only there were something he could stand on to properly present himself, but alas. He grins broadly, pointing at himself with a flair]

The name's Black☆Star, and I'm the biggest one you'll find in this crappy town!

[thecoolexec]

[Tony just stares as Black Star grins and poses. There is a roughly two minute pause.]

..........Super.

Well, I'd tell you to consider playing in the NBA, but after a cursory glance I can see that you are, in fact, yellow-ish white, so you aren't a black star at all.

[tosurpassgod]

[Headtilt]

Are you an idiot? I said my name is Black☆Star.

[thecoolexec]

Hey, kid, don't blame me, blame your parents for naming you after a non-existant celestial body.

Uh... look, you said you're not my prisoner, right? You certainly don't look like it. So who's running this? Why am I here?

[tosurpassgod]

I already told you, it's some guy pretending to be a little girl named Lucy Smith!

[thecoolexec]

[What.]

Uh. That's funny. No? I think I would remember some kind of nefarious... cross-dressing... reverse pedophile?

[tosurpassgod]

Of course you wouldn't remember it, you just got here! This isn't your world. It's not anyone's world.

[Why is he cursed to explain things to people who just can't keep up with him? He's so ahead of his time]

[thecoolexec]

[Tony looks at Black Star, then looks down and rubs his eyebrows. It's like he's having two conversations at once with this guy.]

Wow. Okay, Black Star? Buddy? I'm gonna make this simple for you. Muy facil, comprende?

ME: TONY. ME TONY STARK. YOU: BLACK STAR. ME NO LIKE HOUSE, TOWN OR CONVERSATION. ME FIND WAY TO LEAVE TOWN.

I forsee this ending badly if Tsubaki doesn't interject soon. You mind?

[tosurpassgod]

[And his patience - what little of it exists - is wearing down very quickly]

Fine, don't listen! You want it simple? YOU GIANT IDIOT, ABOUT TO GET FACE KICKED IN!

I don't mind at all. not-the-face NOT-THE-FACE...!

[thecoolexec]

Yeah, don't think so, you little...!

[Tony extends his arm at Black Star... in futility. He doesn't have his armor or his gloves on. He doesn't even know where they are. This means he may or may not have his ass summarily trounced. But Black Star doesn't know that.]

We'll get to the point where bluff is called? At most maybe one punch

[tosurpassgod]

[He raises an eyebrow at Tony before dropping into a crouch, smiling. A fight? This is something he can understand, no problem]

You should take a real stance, old man. Then I won't feel so bad about crushing you.

All righty then

[thecoolexec]

[Tony puts on a poker face. If a fight is anything like Vegas... tells will cost you the game. He doesn't move.]

I'm warning ya kid. I really wasn't looking for a fight. But these are skin-toned gloves right now, concealing an advanced wrist-mounted repulsor ray. If I hit you with a shot from this hand...? You'll start out in Mayfield but wake up in Junefield.