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[A disheveled middle aged man's face appears on the screen looking incredibly over it. Whatever 'it' is, he's been done with it since Friday and there's no end in sight. There's a large smear of chocolate running from just about his ear on his left side down his neck and along one side of a red hoodie he's wearing.]

Dammit! Damn this place and those creepy bears from god-knows-what! Where the hell am I? Voidtreckers, if you can hear me, my communicator isn't connecting me to the train!

Of all the f-

[Tony's cut off as he spots another bear gang down the street and moves quickly to an alley out of sight.]

What is this place?

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That sucks, but if it's winter then that must mean spring is coming.

[One could only hope at least.]

What do you do around here? Do you have a job or area of expertise?

[ She raises her eye brow back at him]

You are the one freaking out that I'm pink.

Listen, you egomaniac, I have a lot more important things to deal with right now than whatever your issue with the color of your skin is. It must be colored that way to warn people how ridiculous it is to talk to you.

[Sometime later he was going to think about this conversation and feel bad about it. Right now, he was trying to hold it together (and doing a bad job of it) while realizing he'd just lost a daughter for the second time). This poor girl just happened to be the messenger and the closest person at the time of this realization.]

So unless you have something helpful to say to me, I'd suggest you take this communicator and stick it where the sun doesn't shine!

[ Whether by time or quality alone, the hug is just enough to satisfy the conditions for the pink cloud to lift off of her hand. The wisp of glimmering, rosy energy disperses into wind like petals in spring, absolving her of the hug-curse... Not that she can tell at this point, since her arms are still snugly fastened around hi,, and she's holding on just in case.

The question does cause her to pause, however. As it is, he's the first to directly ask-- and she's been here a year! ]

Oh... is isn't too warm, is it, for this weather?

[ She begins to pull back from the hug, angling her head to glance up at him. ]

Hmm, I wonder if this is what it's like to have a breakdown. [ she mostly says that to herself, scratching her chin while she watches him ramble]

Anyway, when ya get yourself together, I'm sure you will find more answers! Good luck! [ she gives him a thumbs up.

GOOD LUCK, WEIRD MAN]

[It was a good sign that Ardyn didn't have any reaction to Tony's question. He asked bluntly on purpose to see if there'd be an awkward pause or anything that seemed like it was being avoided. In this case, Ardyn appeared to believe what he said was true.]

Has anyone made it outside the walls? Any theories about how we can get return to where we were?

[Tony was also feeling better. It was strange. He didn't feel quite so alone in this new place but whether that was really the work of the bear mind tricks or his own need, he didn't know.

He let her draw back, but gave her a smile and shook his head.]

No, of course not. I was just curious. I had a friend back where I was who would radiate heat. It came in handy a number of times. What are you? You don't look like an elf.

[ Elves can radiate heat...? Briefly, she thinks to two pointed-eared people she's met in Havenwell before her thoughts focus upon his new question.

And here, spotting that the cloud is gone from his cheek, she withdraws, although he'll certainly not be left wanting for warmth while she remains close. Her arms leave him, and one hand lifts to her chest, curling over, and blocking, the crystal set there. Her head inclines, causing the octohedron earrings to sway slightly. ]

Forgive me, I'm not used to being asked this question.

[ There's another pause.

And then: ] I'm not human. [ Saying such a simple thing, she watches his expression carefully, as if she expects something untoward to come from it. ]

[Yeah, he didn't understand it either. All he knew was Feanor and his family were powerful and old. And sort of idiots.

He watched with a slight frown as she pulled back. He found himself offering his hand again, but not pushing the issue. He nodded patiently and listened as she explained. The fact she wasn't human only barely changed his expression- perhaps more curious than before.]

That's alright. One of my best friends is a giant, green, rage monster with terrible fashion sense and I still like him.

[ Her eyes flit to the proffered hand, then to him, then to the hand again... And she takes it.

It's silly, she's being silly. She knows she's not the only human here, and she's been told by someone close to her that it doesn't matter if she's not human or not. She understands that-- and even in her world, most wouldn't bat an eye at assuming she's not human. Then again, what most think she is in her own world are wrong, too. ]

A giant... green... Rage monster?

Yeah great guy but you wouldn't want to invite him to any parties. He never brings a gift and throws couches, it's a big headache.

[His hand very gently curls around hers, not to hard that she couldn't pull away if she wanted to.]

So what are you? Are you going to tell me you're really a floating whale? Because I've seen that. Are you actually a machine made of nothing but bird wings? That one gave me nightmares. No, I got it! You're Lady Gaga. I knew it. Can I have your autograph?

[ Lady Gaga??? An autograph?! She flails for all but a moment, but here's the conundrum. Telling the absolute truth is out of the question, so-- does she keep on attempting to avoid the question, or does she give the standard of what she tells the people in her world? The latter is probably safer.

Guilt comes with being untruthful, yet ever-cautious and privately fearful, she dares not give more than that. ]

A... Blade. [ She responds at last, offering a smile with her answer. ] In my world, we're what you call a Blade.

Think of it-- like a... living weapon.

[ ....Her turn now, she decides. ]

What was that cannon? On your hand, I mean.

A Blade.. interesting.

[He was so about to ask more but she beats him to it. He grins and gives a light laugh, letting go of her hand.]

It's only fair.

[Abruptly a metallic suit of armor formers around his body seemingly materializing out of no where. Once the whole suit is on, he has the face mask open so she can see him better and he lifts his hand.]

If you're the Blade, then I'm the Gun. I'm known as Iron Man where I'm from and I'm one of team who fight to protect our world. What do Blades do?

[Ardyn did, in fact, give off the impression of someone too honest to consider lying about much of anything.]

There have been the occasional planned expeditions in the past, though I wasn't on them myself. As for theories, at present I don't know of any.

[ When his hand releases hers, she's about to speak, but then she watches-- in abject, startled silence, as an entire metal suit forms about him. ]

We, ah, are wea...pon.... [ She repeats, absent-minded, as if that alone would give all the context needed because, right, yes, weapon.

But honestly, can she be blamed for being distracted as a whole suit forms around him?! ]

I.... incredible.

[ --Is what suddenly comes out of her mouth.

Why, yes, she heard him say that he's Iron Man. Why, yes, she saw him willingly be consumed by metal. But, no, she's never seen anything like it before, so as much as her awe comes delayed, there it is. ] You...

[ She steps up to him, eyes wide, and one of her hands lift up as if she might touch him again, only to retract quickly back to her chest, hesitant and demure. Her eyes sweep over him-- toe to head-- and then back down to the glowing module centered on his chest. ] And that...

[ She's at a loss for words. ]

I see. So as far as you know, the majority of people have, what, just been content with their lives here and been in no hurry to leave? What have you been doing since you arrived?

Generally? Yes. The general consensus as I know it is a strange thing--the assertion that time does not pass for one's world while they are present here.

[rip.]

I came here from a very difficult situation, and I've welcomed the opportunity to relearn how to simply live normally, in fact.

[Tony can understand that. What he wouldn't give to have a simple life with Pepper and Morgan?]

Have you found out how? I could use that knowledge too.

It's a long process, I'm afraid. [A quiet laugh, Ardyn almost looking embarrassed.] It's been...hm. A bit over a year, though I'm not sure exactly how long, and I'm afraid I'm still working it out.

[Tony smiled understandingly at him and patted his shoulder.]

Well, thanks for the information and the umbrella. Look me up if you want to get a drink sometime to compare notes.

[She passed the test, she was officially his favorite person here. She was admiring his suit! He might even be posing a bit. It was fortunately subtle and not the Heisman trophy or the body builder pose.]

This? This is known as an arc reactor. It's the power source for my suit. You can touch it if you'd like, it won't hurt you.

[ She's captivated for a brief, few more moments of awe before her lips press together (why, yes, her mouth had been agape for those few seconds she had been marveling at the suit), and after another moment, she steps forward, lifting her hand towards him.

Gingerly, she presses a finger to the glowing module at the center of his chest.

She feels a powerful but grounded energy, intelligent in design and its containment, brimming with the potential for so much more despite being held within a disk. There's something artificial about it, a pattern in the data that is light she can read, but what it is, she hasn't the mind to currently think further about. For all at once she feels its force: not a chaotic maelstrom, but instead a centrifuge of power, churning quickly and silently save for an audible hum of electricity, made stable only by the impossible quickness of its spin, like how all the stars remain contained within a thin disk of a galaxy...

Quickly she wretches her hand away, her hand going back to the crystal centered upon her own chest. While breathless, she's stable as she continues to marvel at him.

She has one question. Well, actually, many questions, but first and foremost: ]

...It... cannot be. That power.... It's man-made?

[She was getting close to his favorite person ever with how she was continuing to react.

He frowned concerned though when she yanked her hand away. He reached out quickly to try and help her stabilize, concerned she'd somehow been hurt.]

Are you al- man-made? Yes, me-made- er- I mean, I made it. I based the design off of some alien technology but I created this piece.

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