001 | video | Fortelling of Missives

[foretelltheend]

[As the feed flicks on, a hooded figure appears, one that those here on the Day of Arrival would recognise. No matter how you try to turn off your phone, it will not work, it insists upon showing you this. His head is bowed and he murmurs to himself for what seems like far too long. He snaps his head up, eyes fixed on the screen, and a half smirk

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[ironfail]

[Tony just looks bored after that little speech.]

Hmm, I'd like to give you an eight out of ten for mysteriousness and general spookiness, but your delivery was way overdone. Talk about being melodramatic. And that ending? Totally killed the seriousness of the rest of the piece. The creepy laughter too. What are you, a Saturday morning cartoon villain?

[foretelltheend]

Oh, and of course, thou wouldst know all about melodrama, wouldn't thee?

[He snorts in amusement.] I am fond of not taking things seriously. It is as tiring as running for days, to see what comes, but what point is there in being serious when what will happen will happen?

[ironfail]

Says the man who sounds like he's in one of Shakespeare's plays. You know, you're the second person like that I've had to deal with lately. Weird.

[Tony shrugs.] Can't argue with that. Might want to tone down the creepy prophetic vision talk, in that case.

[foretelltheend]

Tis a dying language, something much more pleasant than the vulgarity in how many of you speak.

[He laughs at that.] Not possible. It is what I am. Visions come, I say them, and the laughter is to manage the pain.

[ironfail]

Now that is definitely an opinion.

My heart bleeds for you. [Can you just feel the sarcasm. But Tony can understand laughing to hide pain, at least, so he doesn't say anything else on the matter.] So are you the one that brought us all here or what.

[foretelltheend]

I am sure you have plenty of your own to throw around, hm?

[A scoff.] Metal does not bleed, Stark. [He shakes his head, though, and rests back in his seat.] Not I. I oversaw the event, but tis not I that has the power to do that.

[ironfail]

Aww, you already know me so well. [Tony smirks.]

Oh, well in that case then I've got absolutely no sympathy. [Rolling his eyes at you forever. It's going to take more than that to get under his skin, bro.] Alright, who then? I'd like to have a little chat with the lucky guy.

[foretelltheend]

Unfortunately.

[He almost smirks, but shrugs off most of the conversation.] It is named Entity. Speak with that creature if you must complain about being here.

[ironfail]

Entity? Wow, you couldn't even have named it Bob or something? That's rough.

[foretelltheend]

It chooses it's own name. Why should I be the one to name another being that I did not give life to?

[ironfail]

No affectionate nicknames? Ah, speaking of names, I don't think I caught yours. Care to share with the class?

[foretelltheend]

I call it "obnoxious bitch" some days. It doesn't seem to enjoy that. [He nods once to him.] Praenuntius.

[ironfail]

A man after my own heart. [There are too many idioms that involve hearts. He needs to start picking new ones.] Okay, that's even worse than 'Entity.' How do you feel about Nunty. Praeny?

[foretelltheend]

Apparently. [He would actually really like to get his hands on that heart just because it's shiny.] It is Latin, but I am told Latin is a dead language. Whatever you wish to call me, I do not care.

[ironfail]

[Nope, hands off, bro, that's Tony's shiny.] Dead enough to make you sound pretentious as fuck. I think I'll go with Praenie. But with an '-ie' because that's more adorable. [He grins. Praenie and he are going to be best friends, Tony can tell.]

[foretelltheend]

I would have chosen something else, were it my decision. Alas, parental figures are cruel. [He purses his lips to keep from laughing.] So be it.