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propulsion) wrote2014-01-11 04:33 pm
propulsion) wrote2014-01-11 04:33 pm
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"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."
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"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."
sending crystal
written correspondence
private scenes
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[ is more of a tic than a real thing he's saying, somewhere layered over the end of Byerly's words. A shuffle, heel scrape against flagstone, the somewhat little-boy-esque go-to's during imminently uncomfortable conversations.
The thing about an apology is you want it, and hate to receive it. ]
I mean, it's worth worrying about. That was kind of a rough one. I know we didn't go easy on you but it's not like you treat anyone with kid gloves either.
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[ He agrees readily. ]
And you lot didn't even go that hard on me, to tell the truth. There was nothing in there that should have made me crumble so utterly. It's just that...
[ He himself rubs at the back of his neck. Not his usual sort of gesture; it has something of a gee-shucks vibe to it. He is, unconsciously, matching Tony's general mien. Perhaps because he's seeking some sort of alignment, some sort of gentleness, that will make this awkward confession feel a little safer: ]
I know I don't always seem it, but all I really want is to do right by the world. All of the world, mages included. And I think that...feeling hated has frayed my nerves, which made me then turn around and snap at you when I thought you - Well, when I thought you didn't have my back.
[ He swirls the coffee in his cup, embarrassed to meet Tony's eyes, as he says that unadorned thing. Really, truly embarrassed. This all feels so...needy, so juvenile. ]
Which is rich, coming from me, I know, who does nothing but pick at anything anyone else says. I am aware of the hypocrisy.
creakily restarting the rp engine
But he's listening, slowly resolving his focus as he keys into the conversation they are having. It is, maybe, a better sign than not that he doesn't just wave Byerly away with a forget it. A pinch at his mouth for that unadorned thing. ]
Well, the thing you said was stupid, [ measured in tone, rather than acerbic ] so I kind of didn't have your back about it. But we should probably be able to come at you for the stupid thing you say without it sounding like we don't think you want to do right by the whole world, mages included.
[ He spreads his hand. ]
You don't have to explain to me that you're a good person underneath it all. I'm an expert at being a good person underneath it all.
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Oh, do you tend to be thought a villain, Monsieur-le-Savior-of-the-Planet-Earth-Thrice-Over?
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[ A hoist of his orange-infused coffee, but talking again too fast to seal it with a sip. ]
Not a villain, but a selfish narcissistic quippy butthead who isn't anybody's first idea of a hero and routinely uses shitty jokes to deflect? I've been called some stuff. I mean also the villain thing, [ a cycling motion of his hand as pent up energy propels him back towards his work table ] but that was pre-image reform.
My point is that I think your intentions are good. [ He turns, hops up to sit on the edge of the table. ] Calling you out isn't calling that out.
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I - do hear you. Acting like it was one and the same action - calling me out, and calling me wicked - was wrong. It was unfair to you and your intentions.
[ He fiddles with his cup, avoiding Tony's eyes, as he adds: ] That I cannot trust that anyone would trust me is...a problem in my own soul. And it's not a problem that you should be wrestling with. I am sorry that I have laid it at your feet.