Video: CW: Language

[runs_on_batteries]

[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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[iustaegis]

[ 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?! ]