Evie Frye (bymy_blade) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-12-30 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: evie frye, character: tony stark |
Don't Speak
Who: Evie Frye & Tony Stark
Where: Tony's workshop.
When: Wednesday.
What: Evie needs a little work done on her rope launcher.
Status: In Progress.
This city had wonders the likes of which Evie had never seen before. It was beyond even the wonders of what people called the industrial revolution. There were no carriages and horses. Buildings seemed to go on forever with how high they were. This was the future. She thought it madness at first until time passed and she realized that no, this was world unto itself just as she had been told. Unfortunately, as wondrous as the future was it meant some of her tools were out of date. She could get around but was uncomfortable when her feet touched the ground. She felt surrounded by danger when she was down on the ground by things she didn't know and didn't understand. She wanted to stay high on the rooftops but her rope launcher was not strong enough. It wouldn't anchor in some buildings.
At least the people here were helpful. Tony Stark had agreed to help her but his work place seemed to be more chaotic than Aleck's in a fit of invention. There wasn't any electricity sparking over the place but the tools, the bits of things lying around and the strange sights were very much the same as Aleck's lab. She almost expected to hear his Scottish brought as she walked around the room. She needed a moment to get the lay of the land, to find the exits and entrances and make sure there was no one lurking around. Even here there was lingering paranoia from finding Blighters around every corner in London.
"What an interesting place you've built here, Mr. Stark," she said as she approached him. "Very impressive."
She held out her left arm to him and revealed the hidden blade. It had been years since she trusted anyone with a look at it outside Aleck. The rope launcher was near the elbow to the right of the blade that was carefully sheathed at the moment. The head was indeed an arrow shape with small hooks at the end.
"If you undo the screw here and here," she pointed them out to Mr. Stark, "The launcher will come off and you can take a closer look at it."
It was strange to trust this stranger with the tools of her order but she didn't have any choice. It was like meeting Clint on the roof, she had to trust. Besides, Stark didn't appear wrong in her in vision. He just seemed a bit eccentric. So far, every inventor she had ever met was.