[Tony glances at a mug he left on one of the benches in the room. He eyes it as Sherlock peers at his tech. He picks it up and stares into it. It's half full]
How are we rating this? On how well known I am? How many hits videos of me on youtube gets? How often attempts are made on my life? How many signatures I've given out? Babies kissed? Because if it's babies, well then Steve's got me beat there. I don't really handle babies well.
[Tony lists his potential variables methodically, mentally ticking off things that could be linked to his fame. While his ego was invested in his fame, when dealing with Sherlock he's figured out that he needs all the variables. He knew the man as a genius at deduction, and didn't want to lose out to him when it came to giving the right answer.]
[Sherlock listens to his list, standing up to look back over at him, looking somewhat impressed. As impressed as he ever is in such things.]
I think I get the picture. Plenty of people to 'oo' and 'ah' at your genius--an abundance I'd say. Well liked by people who don't really know you, respected, envied, lauded. Must get dull.
[No, it doesn't. Well... unless there's a lack in the 'people who do really know you' catagory.]
[Tony takes a sip of the coffee then looks at it. It's cold. He shrugs his face a little and drinks more. Coffee is coffee.]
Only people who have attended something more than community college 'oo' and 'ah' at my genius. Everyone one else is more interested in my drunken parties and my money.
At least in the past, now it's all about my suit. Because who doesn't love Iron Man?
It would get dull if it wasn't for the fact someone is always trying to kill me or take my company for some reason or another. Occasionally both.
[Tony could count the people who truly know him on one hand.]
[It is facinating how alike they are in some ways and how vastly different in others. Sherlock doesn't make a point of speaking about himself, though, and doesn't bother to express as much.]
Do these suits come in different sizes or is it a 'one size fits me' sort of deal?
The suit can calibrate to fit anyone of any size. The taller or smaller your are you will lose integrity or mobility. It's just a matter of knowing my overides once you're in the suit.
Which isn't easy because I normally keep very tight lipped about that.
I've only let one person use my suits that aren't me before, and really let is a very generous term. What with him actually stealing it and using it to work for the military and all. But then it's not like I actually made him give it back which would have been easy enough to do.
What makes you think I'm going to let some middle-aged adrenalin junkie in my hundred million dollar suit?
[He's choosing to ignore the fact that he's a middle aged adrenalin junkie in his hundred million dollar suit. And occasionally drunk while in it.]
Watson? Come on, Miss Marpole, not to break the fourth wall here, because I've only read about the guy. But isn't he like your right arm?
What would he need to be in one of my suits for? Especially if he doesn't like the idea of flying?
[Tony watches him. He likes Sherlock well enough, but he has little to no intention of letting one of his suits out of his sight again. But he may be enticed into making other arrangements]
It was an examle of rhetorical enthymeme. But there's no need for a suit... well, it would have come in handy against that dragon beast but really it's just for fun. Most things in Wonderland forgo much usefulness for simple pleasure.
[Tony stares at him for a moment then gives a vague grin.]
You're a bit of a smartass. Got to say, I like it. Especially with the whole accent going on, really sells it.
If you're really that bored all the time, I could probably design something for you to distract you.
[Tony picks up a tablet and flicks through it, wondering if there's a quick design in there that Sherlock could be interested in having. Then he frowns at the screen then looks back up at him.]
Just a bit. Keeping too much of ones intelligence in one's ass leaves the rest of the body rather envious.
And of course I'm bored. No murder and no real mystery outside Wonderland itself. It was at least somewhat interesting to be both a man and a character at first but it's getting rather annoying to have the latter generally preferred. A distraction would be fantastic.
[He's completely nonchalant as he continues to pace and look around.]
As for the dragon, I suppose I should call it by its proper name: the Jabberwocky. These things happen from time to time. I can’t be the only one who looks forward to it.
[Smirks at Sherlock's words. Oh yes. He was definitely going to get along with this guy without any trouble.]
Well I have no intention of handing out a means of murder, that part of my life is behind me. But I'm sure with a few tests and brain scans from JARVIS, I'm sure I could try and knock something up for you to keep you amused for an hour or so.
[His face takes on a curious and vaguely interested expression.]
Jabberwocky. If I remember the book never calls it a dragon, or gives any description of what it is, just how to kill it. Has it ever shown up here?
I don't commit murder; I just solve it. What exactly is a JARVIS, though?
Oh, our Jabberwocky is dragon-esque at the very least. John was one of the few lucky survivors of those who thought they could fight it. Most others were torn to shreds. I've seen him twice but notes going back as far as three years have not listed its appearance outside those times.
I know you don't. But I'm not going to set up any for you to solve is what I meant.
JARVIS, Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. He's an AI I created, say hello JARVIS.
Hello, sir.
Completely interactive and capable of autonomous thought. He ran my homes in my world, and kept track of systems in my suit. I was in here in my first week, building a computer big enough just to get him out of my suit.
Other than John, who else went up against the ball of ambiguous teeth?
[Not that Tony is interested in endangering his life or anything.]
You're right about that, there's nothing that happens in this room that JARVIS doesn't know about. Well, nothing other people living here anyway. Jarvis has no idea how the baby got in here, or how it left.
So then, just normal people tried to go against something like that. Doesn't really sound like a wise idea there.
[Watches Sherlock for a moment, because really he's done a lot of stupid things when he had no other options.]
Excellent point, and really it makes me hope no one mentions it to Thor, or Steve. There's no way either of them could leave something like that alone.
Yes, it seems there are quite a few real heroes here now. Makes things easier for the rest of us. I'll make sure you're alerted next time something horrible tried to kill everyone though I would imagine JARVIS would serve better in that function.
He probably would, doesn't mean you can't still tell me. Just because Jarvis tells me things, doesn't always mean I'm actually listening to him.
Not only that, but I can't get him synced into the communication networks properly. He can hear everything that's being said, but can't get a line out himself. Which I'm going to work on once I'm sure the Mark VII is perfect.
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[Tony glances at a mug he left on one of the benches in the room. He eyes it as Sherlock peers at his tech. He picks it up and stares into it. It's half full]
How are we rating this? On how well known I am? How many hits videos of me on youtube gets? How often attempts are made on my life? How many signatures I've given out? Babies kissed? Because if it's babies, well then Steve's got me beat there. I don't really handle babies well.
[Tony lists his potential variables methodically, mentally ticking off things that could be linked to his fame. While his ego was invested in his fame, when dealing with Sherlock he's figured out that he needs all the variables. He knew the man as a genius at deduction, and didn't want to lose out to him when it came to giving the right answer.]
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I think I get the picture. Plenty of people to 'oo' and 'ah' at your genius--an abundance I'd say. Well liked by people who don't really know you, respected, envied, lauded. Must get dull.
[No, it doesn't. Well... unless there's a lack in the 'people who do really know you' catagory.]
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Only people who have attended something more than community college 'oo' and 'ah' at my genius. Everyone one else is more interested in my drunken parties and my money.
At least in the past, now it's all about my suit. Because who doesn't love Iron Man?
It would get dull if it wasn't for the fact someone is always trying to kill me or take my company for some reason or another. Occasionally both.
[Tony could count the people who truly know him on one hand.]
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[He shakes his head]
I'm not Batman. Until a few months ago, I only worked alone. All my files point out in bold and under lined how not a team player I am.
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Believe me, no one cheers me on to be me. And I didn't really have a child hood for me to have friends from there.
There's Rhodie, met him in college, and Pepper, she ran my life before I wound up here.
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Do these suits come in different sizes or is it a 'one size fits me' sort of deal?
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Which isn't easy because I normally keep very tight lipped about that.
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The man I'm thinking of is around your height and age. Bit of an adrenalin junky.
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I've only let one person use my suits that aren't me before, and really let is a very generous term. What with him actually stealing it and using it to work for the military and all. But then it's not like I actually made him give it back which would have been easy enough to do.
What makes you think I'm going to let some middle-aged adrenalin junkie in my hundred million dollar suit?
[He's choosing to ignore the fact that he's a middle aged adrenalin junkie in his hundred million dollar suit. And occasionally drunk while in it.]
But hey, I'll bite. Who?
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[He walks away from the suit to look at more of what Tony has surrounded himself with.]
I'd say we could barter but I really have nothing which you would value.
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What would he need to be in one of my suits for? Especially if he doesn't like the idea of flying?
[Tony watches him. He likes Sherlock well enough, but he has little to no intention of letting one of his suits out of his sight again. But he may be enticed into making other arrangements]
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You're a bit of a smartass. Got to say, I like it. Especially with the whole accent going on, really sells it.
If you're really that bored all the time, I could probably design something for you to distract you.
[Tony picks up a tablet and flicks through it, wondering if there's a quick design in there that Sherlock could be interested in having. Then he frowns at the screen then looks back up at him.]
Hang on wait. Dragon?
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And of course I'm bored. No murder and no real mystery outside Wonderland itself. It was at least somewhat interesting to be both a man and a character at first but it's getting rather annoying to have the latter generally preferred. A distraction would be fantastic.
[He's completely nonchalant as he continues to pace and look around.]
As for the dragon, I suppose I should call it by its proper name: the Jabberwocky. These things happen from time to time. I can’t be the only one who looks forward to it.
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Well I have no intention of handing out a means of murder, that part of my life is behind me. But I'm sure with a few tests and brain scans from JARVIS, I'm sure I could try and knock something up for you to keep you amused for an hour or so.
[His face takes on a curious and vaguely interested expression.]
Jabberwocky. If I remember the book never calls it a dragon, or gives any description of what it is, just how to kill it. Has it ever shown up here?
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Oh, our Jabberwocky is dragon-esque at the very least. John was one of the few lucky survivors of those who thought they could fight it. Most others were torn to shreds. I've seen him twice but notes going back as far as three years have not listed its appearance outside those times.
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JARVIS, Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. He's an AI I created, say hello JARVIS.
Hello, sir.
Completely interactive and capable of autonomous thought. He ran my homes in my world, and kept track of systems in my suit. I was in here in my first week, building a computer big enough just to get him out of my suit.
Other than John, who else went up against the ball of ambiguous teeth?
[Not that Tony is interested in endangering his life or anything.]
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Should prove helpful. Certainly makes your room a bit more secure.
It was John, Dean Winchester who was torn to shreds and I believe Philip as well though I never cared much for the details.
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So then, just normal people tried to go against something like that. Doesn't really sound like a wise idea there.
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[Meanwhile Sherlock had spent his time on the mirror side of things. Ah well.]
Brave men do stupid things when there's nothing else they can do.
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Excellent point, and really it makes me hope no one mentions it to Thor, or Steve. There's no way either of them could leave something like that alone.
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Not only that, but I can't get him synced into the communication networks properly. He can hear everything that's being said, but can't get a line out himself. Which I'm going to work on once I'm sure the Mark VII is perfect.
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