Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-17 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | remy lebeau (gambit), tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Tony Stark & Remy LeBeau
When: Saturday, Nov. 1st.
Where: Stark Tower
What: Halloween plot strikes Stark Tower
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for Language
Status: Complete
It wasn’t long after that text before Remy pulled up in front of Stark Tower in his little silver number. And he was letting out a low whistle and staring up at the massive ice sculpture that was Stark Tower.
Nice.
He’d break into a grin, though, as he saw Tony and would step aside to allow him, presumably, to land near him.
That suit was so impressive.
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Tony landed carefully beside Remy's car. He nodded--like, the suit nodded--eyes glowing. Well, eyes of the suit glowing. The thing was really, really impressive. Next to the ice castle, too. That was also impressive. Tony almost wished he could take credit for it.
"Do I need to lock you in a cell?" Tony asked, through the suit. His voice came out slightly tinny.
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“Not the full moon yet, we can wait a few more days.” He’d remark with a grin, then step up to that suit and would smooth a hand over the chest. Oh, he’d always wanted to touch it.
“Gonna hafta put that thing away, Mec. You’re making me all.. excited.” He broke into a wide grin, then dropped his hand away and let out a breath, shaking his hand. “Man.” That suit was impossibly hot.
“So why’s the building an ice castle now?” As if Remy could do anything about it.
Well, he liked to think he could do anything.
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"Wish I could tell you." Tony was smirking inside the suit, though Remy couldn't see it. He was running scans and diagnostics. A bunch of the interior and exterior cameras were damaged by icicles and the like.
"So far as I can tell, there's some magical force inside, covering the tower in ice. Every time I go to melt it, it comes back." It must have been magic if Tony's lasers didn't cut through it.
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“Good Lord, that voice is hot. You’ve got to open that helmet before you drive me a little nuts. Looking at your face should take care of most of my desire to have dirty, machine sex with you.” He flashed a grin over his shoulder, but then looked at the building again. He’d bring up a hand to set it against the ice. Touchy-feely man.
“I’d have to second your magic theory.” And with this Halloween being the way it was? Well, that made him pretty sure it was definitely magic.
This place was a nut house.
“Can you cut through sections? Turn it into.. manageable chunks? Two or three stories each?” Manageable chunks?
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The face plate opened. Tony’s face became visible beyond it, wearing an I’m not impressed with your flirting, Remy LeBeau expression. (Possibly one that Remy was used to seeing.)
“Gee, I haven’t tried that already.” Tony said, sarcastically. “Part of me was thinking that if we could only get through the front door into the elevator shaft, we could make our way to the top floor. That seems to be where the ice is freshest.”
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“I’m serious.” Remy remarked with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. “About the ice-- not you. Well, maybe you. Mostly the ice.” He laughed some and would turn to look at Tony again, lifting his eyebrows. “Can we break it up into smaller chunks?”
Turning again, hazel eyes would turn onto the building, then his hand found the ice again and he tilted his head.. then the chunk of ice began to glow a soft pink around his hand. His eyes narrowed just slightly and it began to melt around his hand, until he was able to press his hand against the building. Then the hole was big enough he could press his other hand against the building. Then the pink glow left the ice and the small portion of the building that could be seen would start to turn pink. The ice began to melt more rapidly, and evenly, as it spread out from his hands. Soon, a large chunk was exposed, dripping wet, but exposed.
The Cajun, clearly, was concentrating.
Look at that, Stark. LeBeau had a little something from Orange County, too.
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Tony was impressed. Clearly. His eyebrows raised and he gave a little chuckle. “You’ve been holding out on me, LeBeau.” He said, then the faceplate dropped again and he lifted one of his robotic arms. He’d reconfigured the laser in the hand unit to melt the ice but not do damage to the building underneath. Sure, it look longer, but hadn’t Stark Tower been through enough lately? With explosions and the like?
He moved over and started to melt the ice alongside Remy. “Aim for the front door.”
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When directed towards the front door, he’d let out a breath and would close his eyes. The ice would begin to melt in the direction of the door, and Remy would slowly begin to move that way too, hands smoothing over the wet building, slipping along easily.
It wouldn’t take long before he made it to the doors and thawed them out. The ice would melt away for several feet in each direction away from the door, and he’d melt it all the way from shoulder height down to the ground for a good thirty feet around the building.
Then the pink glow slowly began to fade and he pulled his hands away from the building once it was all back to the same color.
Wow, that’d been difficult. But he had a much better handle on this powers thing and was sure that within the next few days, he’d have it totally under control.
“I’ve got something I’ve just gotta try.” He’d break out into a grin and look over at Tony, tugging a small metal rod from his inside pocket and holding it out. A squeeze snapped the eight inch baton into a six foot staff, and he’d give it a quick spin. “Gimme a boost?” Pick him up, let him get a little higher-- he’d take a big chunk off.
Hopefully.
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Tony moved closer. Remy was making better time, though, and Tony was impressed. He had about a thousand questions about Remy's ability there, but wasn't going to bring it up until later.
The ice was more important right now. Well, the melting of the ice was more important.
Tony glanced over, and was impressed (again) by the staff. It looked like a fun toy. Then he nodded.
"Step on." He said, lowering his hand down so that Remy could climb on board. Then he could lift the other man up... to try his thing.
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Planting a foot in that hand, he’d balance himself easily, charging up his staff as Tony lifted him. He’d charge it to the point it was vibrating and he’d hold tight. When they got about twenty feet up, he’d pull back and strike the building with it, as if it were some sort of spear and he was trying to ram it straight through the ice. The charge immediately transferred into the ice and partially to the building beneath. The ice cracked, it shifted.. then it began to slide a little.
It would crack away from the larger concentration of ice above, shift again, and then begin to fall apart. Large chunks would peel away from the building and fall, crashing to the ground and shattering. It took a few moments, but the lower half of the building would soon be clear. And Remy was beaming like an idiot.
That had been fun!
“Down, James!” As if Tony were his chauffeur.