_kingofthedead_ (_kingofthedead_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-11-29 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | bast, t'challa (black panther), tony stark (iron man) |
Who: T’Challa, Tony Stark, and Bast
When: August during the Diablo plot
Where: The Streets of the OC
What: Oh nothing much - just fighting demons, the undead and using a whole bunch of tricks up their sleeves to do it
Rating/Warning: PG - Just action stuff.
Status: Complete
T'Challa was grateful the dreams had been so generous in gifting him with so many technological goodies: his costume (two actually), transporter gauntlets, energy weapons, among other things. While most of the time they sat about gathering dust, it was times like this where they were godsends.
Currently he and Bast had arrived at a location Tony had given him that was particularly affected by the latest infestation of crazy - demons and zombie hordes. They'd taken her car seeing as T'Challa's ship couldn't fit two people (not for flying purposes anyway, ahem) but he had programmed it to track them to provide cover fire and escape if necessary.
He stood now staring ahead of them clad in his 'comics’ dream costume - all black with the signature panther mask, but without the exotic textures of the other one. Plus this one had a cape and dramatic collar. T'Challa would have preferred the other one but this outfit was compatible with the dream technology of the gauntlets and energy weapons.
“It seems we have come just in time,” he said to Bast. There was a literal horde of nasty looking creatures before them, both the undead and demons. There also seemed to be a new addition to the chaos - black stuff that covered the ground and parts of the nearby buildings.
Bast was not exactly excited about fighting evil monsters again, but then...she was more than capable of the action and there were others who could not protect themselves against such things. If she could not protect the Kanes, she would protect the people of Orange County. Plus, she wasn’t about to let T’Challa run off into certain danger without her. There was also the fact that she would finally (outside of the Halloween party) be meeting Tony Stark.
The Lexus was going to need some TLC when she was done with this. She was going to make sure to give it a few extra kisses and such. While T’Challa had his costume, Bast had hers. She had her leopard print leotard. It wasn’t much and it certainly didn’t disguise really anything. Still, she didn’t really worry about it too much.
“It does seem to be that way, yes.”
Tony was in his element, really. He could spend pretty much all day every day battling these things. They couldn’t touch him. He had blasters at the ready, and with his steady supply of energy (thank you Dream arc reactor) he didn’t have to land. Eating might be a problem, though. And water intake. Sort of.
Anyway, he’d been out for a couple of hours knocking the undead off the face of the planet, and finally realized he probably should have some back-up. Hence calling T’Challa. It’d be a good opportunity for him to meet his friend’s girl Friday anyway.
“Oh, you’re here.” Tony’s voice was amplified so the pair could hear him. There were about a hundred undead creatures between them, Tony at the far end of the street. “Hey, thanks, did you bring my sandwich?”
T'Challa gave him a look, and then realized his friend couldn't see it because, of course, mask. “No.” He said simply. “How long have you been out here?” The demons, seeing a fresh, more easily reachable target, started making a beeline in their direction. T'Challa stood his ground, casting an anxious glance at Bast. “Remember what I showed you about the gauntlets, Bast.” He then struck out at the closest zombie as it neared his range of attack, slicing its head clean off with an energy dagger. He held up a forearm as another lunged, trying to gnaw on him. The decaying human merely broke its teeth along the impenetrable vibranium armor. T'Challa dispatched it by shoving the dagger into its skull. He could tell they were going to get swarmed sooner than later, and stepped up the speed of his moves, kicking and flipping, slicing in lightning speed maneuvers befitting of the panther namesake.
Bast glanced up at the man flying in the sky. It was interesting to see the suit, but she rather preferred her leopard print leotard...even with the long sleeves. It breathed well and it moved easy. “Is he serious about the sandwich?” She couldn’t be entirely sure given she didn’t actually know him. All she knew was that he was T’Challa’s boss. She nodded at the question, however. “I remember.” She was willing to use them for now, but she was going to attempt to see if she could travel using the Duat in the future. She hoped it was a possibility while she was here.
While she wasn’t necessarily moving at very increased speeds, she was using her knives to cut through the creatures around her. She also used her abilities to summon cats to her. Perhaps it seemed ridiculous, but they were warriors in their own ways. Especially the feral ones. She would protect them from harm if needed, but she would trust them to fight. She wasn’t yet focused enough to draw out any big cats, but she couldn’t help but wish that Sekhmet was around for this. Let her loose and she’d wipe everything out. Of course, they’d have to have a lot of beer around afterwards to make her pass out, but...that was another story.
“I’m not sure,” Tony said, honestly. “Couple hours, couple days, not really important at the moment.” Because the more pressing matter was the swarm of Demons beelining for T’Challa. Tony had an eye on them, though, and Jarvis 2.0 was calculating inside his helmet the angles and amounts of energy that would be needed to blast them to kingdom come. (“Kingdom Come” was a technical term that Tony had to program into the AI.)
Tony’s attention turned to the woman with his friend and both eyebrows rose. Inside the helmet. So his friend couldn’t see. He zoomed down and around so he was closer to Bast, and the faceplate of his helmet rose. He gave her a charming smile. “Hi. I’m Iron Man. You must be T’Challa’s girl friday.”
Bast’s attention shifted as Tony got closer and she shot him a look. She didn’t seem particularly impressed. “Bast.” It was all she said before she cut the head off a zombie and moved out of the way. “I’m trying to decide if that’s a complimentary label or not. I am a goddess.”
Another zombie taken down.
“Amusingly the one his people worship.”
Of course Tony would be distracted by a beautiful woman in the midst of a crisis, T'Challa thought begrudgingly as he went to work slicing up a few more zombies before launching himself at one with a dual footed kick, landing on all fours before flipping out of harms way.
He too shot his friend a look at the outdated and generally sexist term, the expression obscured by the mask. His tone, however, was most irritated. “It is not. Though in Tony's world it is assumed to be.” He flexed his fingers and Vibranium claws came out. But they were not meant for Tony. He turned and thrust a clawed hand into the face off of a zombie before tossing it aside.
“It’s fine.” Tony said. C’mon, guys, it was a good term. It was a term of endearment. Okay, maybe archaic, but it was the sentiment that mattered. Tony had to move just then, though, as more zombies were popping up down the block. He zoomed upward and started sending targeted laser blasts at the heads and chests of each zombie in turn. Pop! Pop! Pop!
“It means you’re irreplaceable. That he thinks of you fondly, and couldn’t get by without you.” Like Pepper. Pepper was Tony’s girl Friday.
T'Challa held his tongue and kept fighting. He hadn't really thought about Bast along those lines. Ororo maybe. Yet in both worlds he was used to getting by on his own, for better or worse, so the notion of his girlfriend being someone he couldn't get by without was a bit of a strange concept. Even in the dreams without Ororo he had managed, though he would be the first to admit it had been a lonely existence. Tony seemed to be the only one so wholly dependent on his significant other in the manner he described.
“Have you determined the source of these creatures? A gateway where they are manifesting from?” He changed the subject, then kicking behind him and sending another zombie sprawling.
Bast considered the words. T’Challa, she was sure, could go on without her, but she liked the idea that he needed her. At least a little. She could remember a long time of nothing more than being her father’s warrior. Fierce little Bast. A cat instead of a lion. Similar but different. She decided against commenting further and focused on fighting instead.
There were more zombies to kill than she’d realized in the beginning. “I don’t see anything down here. I guess it’s possible that there’s something we’re missing.”
“Perhaps my ship could be of assistance.” T'Challa said and paused long enough to bring the ship in via the gauntlets before resuming the fight. Seemingly manifesting out of nowhere the sleek, futuristic looking Wakandan one man craft descended from the sky and hovered near Bast. “Get in!” He called to her, before climbing aboard the wing and clinging to it. This would be interesting. Switching the commands to verbal he spoke in Wakandan to his ship and felt it gracefully ascend until they matched Tony's flying height, the swarm of undead an unnerving roiling mass beneath them. T'Challa sighed. They had a lot of work to do.