[He has managed to evade them for the time being, except for a few persistent ones. They’re floating around him. Keep knocking up against the various nodes in his suit, but the biggest attraction is at the reactor in the center of his chest. The cosmic jellies are long past being a simple annoyance; now, they’re an actual problem. It seems the longer they surround him; the dimmer the light of his repulsor generator gets.
He needs to find somewhere to hole up, but it’s hard to hide from things attracted to the light when he’s a walking nightlight in a sea of darkness.
Blasting three of them back with his repulsor, Tony continues to fly down the hallway. He’s scanning to see if anyone is nearby. Don’t want to potentially ram straight into them. He eventually stops short once he’s eluded the last of them. Then, he slips back into stealth mode. Lights disappear and he’s just as much of a ghost as they are.
—except his energy is depleting and they always manage to seek him back out. You can conceal the light but it’s still there. Or maybe he just has shit luck.
He’s walking down one of the empty corridors when he hears the distinctive accent attached to a boyish voice. Before he can answer, he hears the sound of padded feet and he catches sight of a... Wait, what is that? Looks kinda like an ugly croissant roll with a face supported by six stumpy legs. Stopping in his tracks, Tony narrows his eyes at it, trying to determine if it’s a threat or not. Doubtful, but he can always go ahead and ask its owner.
Hold on a minute, didn't he hear him—] Did you just call it Stark? [He drops the concealment, letting the light from his repulsor battery flood the area. Better to look at who he’s talking to and get a better visual of Pillsbury here.] Talk about a popular name. I might just have to rebrand myself.
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He needs to find somewhere to hole up, but it’s hard to hide from things attracted to the light when he’s a walking nightlight in a sea of darkness.
Blasting three of them back with his repulsor, Tony continues to fly down the hallway. He’s scanning to see if anyone is nearby. Don’t want to potentially ram straight into them. He eventually stops short once he’s eluded the last of them. Then, he slips back into stealth mode. Lights disappear and he’s just as much of a ghost as they are.
—except his energy is depleting and they always manage to seek him back out. You can conceal the light but it’s still there. Or maybe he just has shit luck.
He’s walking down one of the empty corridors when he hears the distinctive accent attached to a boyish voice. Before he can answer, he hears the sound of padded feet and he catches sight of a... Wait, what is that? Looks kinda like an ugly croissant roll with a face supported by six stumpy legs. Stopping in his tracks, Tony narrows his eyes at it, trying to determine if it’s a threat or not. Doubtful, but he can always go ahead and ask its owner.
Hold on a minute, didn't he hear him—] Did you just call it Stark? [He drops the concealment, letting the light from his repulsor battery flood the area. Better to look at who he’s talking to and get a better visual of Pillsbury here.] Talk about a popular name. I might just have to rebrand myself.