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Tony Stark is characteristically hyperverbal. ([info]the_iron_man) wrote in [info]avengers_logs,
@ 2018-02-03 15:45:00

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Entry tags:-gamewide plot, gamora, loki odinson, peter quill, stephen strange, thor odinson, tony stark, valkyrie

Who: OPEN TO ALL
What: When Sharknados attack.
When: Sunday-ish, late afternoon. Followed by Iron Man apprehended!
Where: Primarily in Manhattan, Brooklyn and Queens.
Ratings/Notes: open to threading or narratives. Rating depends on anyone getting Jaws-ersized or not. Go red if ya wanna!



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[info]doctor__strange
2018-02-04 11:49 am UTC (link)
In Greenwich Village, Stephen Strange was trying his best to open portals, to send each and every shark flying out of a tornado back out to the Atlantic. It was the third tornado he had encountered in this area, so far. It was taxing to keep up, to throw up shields at the last second and try to rope a few sharks by the tails with conjured eldritch whips.

The temptation to open the Eye of Agamotto was non-existent. The risk that it could destabilize the timeline further kept him from doing it. Not even when he saw someone lose an arm to a shark was he compelled. He wouldn't, not even by a single minute. Not even by a matter of seconds. Instead, he helped to stop the bleeding with a tourniquet and a nearby EMT crew swooped in and took over. When the gave a second glance at his attire, he gave them the standard excuse: Comic con.

They didn't look like they believed that one bit, so he shrugged at them. Then the cape shrugged, and he gave his second most used excuse: Wind.

After they left, he took advantage of the chaos to keep out of sight as much as possible, using the cloak to lift him up to rooftops and down into the meager shelter of alleyways, finding the best vantage points to use spells to assist those in the area. He should have known this would happen. It had weighed heavily on him for days now, a creeping dread, the sense that a great disturbance was brewing. It was an unknown threat that was hanging over all of their heads like the sword of Damocles, poised to drop down on the city at any second. If only he had known exactly what it was and when it would hit, people could have been warned or evacuated.

But who would listen? A lot of people now knew that aliens existed, but the existence of magic was a whole other concept that seemed harder to grasp. The scientific possibility of life beyond their world always existed, but belief in the fantastic and intangible did not. He knew that from personal experience. His mind had utterly resisted the concept, until he was shown otherwise.

A whole other thing entirely was believing that there would actually be sharks in tornadoes. For the vast majority, it was unbelievable too. Not until they saw it, first hand. Some were taking it better than others. Case in point, he didn't understand Stark's fascination with it. Fine, he didn't understand Stark on the best of days. But Iron Man was helping out, so beggars couldn't really be choosers in this sort of situation.

The cloak levitated him out of the way of a shark which missed an already open portal as it thrashed sideways in midair. A bent bicycle flew into it instead, before the portal closed up in a shower of sparks. When the shark landed and stopped thrashing, he opened another portal beneath it and the shark almost comically dropped out of sight, the portal closing up and leaving a street strewn with mundane fare, with blowing newspapers and other small debris. After regarding a tornado that was nearing a nearby apartment building, he sighed as though it was trying his patience and simply waved one hand to put it into the mirror dimension. That one could wreak havoc in there for a while, until it either weakened and died out. Or so he hoped. He might have to see how far it traveled later on and deal with it then, when he remembered to.

Now all he had to worry about was if he was seriously unbalancing the ecosystem by putting a hundred and fifty-eight great white sharks into the ocean, only a few miles away from the Florida Keys.

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