Whoever designed these things has the design sense of a five year old.
[A five-year-old from a horror movie. He decides that saying so might invite too much trouble, though. Considering.]
My virtual navigator is possessed. You'll probably want to disregard any messages that seem off coming from me. You'll know which ones.
3 - action
[The initial injury was an accident. He'd gotten caught in the high snow and didn't see the hidden drop in the actual ground. He had barely managed to make it inside, primarily thanks to the help of his now companion, and the spiders had done their work. But now he's sitting in the corner, staring at the walls of the building where the robots are supposedly residing.]
My kingdom for a power source.
[He's healed, but still seems unsteady, and he may or may not be talking to his fellow companion as he searches the interior of the building for something sharp. Maybe even on the person that he's with. Don't worry, he's not going to pat them down.]
Oh, well, we'll just have to improvise around it. They aren't that big. We can trap them without blasting them first. You don't mind a little blood, right?
[He says that conversationally, like this were a question he could ask any casual passerby on the street. Maybe he's not quite as recovered as he looks.]
Tony Stark | Marvel 616
Whoever designed these things has the design sense of a five year old.
[A five-year-old from a horror movie. He decides that saying so might invite too much trouble, though. Considering.]
My virtual navigator is possessed. You'll probably want to disregard any messages that seem off coming from me. You'll know which ones.
3 - action
[The initial injury was an accident. He'd gotten caught in the high snow and didn't see the hidden drop in the actual ground. He had barely managed to make it inside, primarily thanks to the help of his now companion, and the spiders had done their work. But now he's sitting in the corner, staring at the walls of the building where the robots are supposedly residing.]
My kingdom for a power source.
[He's healed, but still seems unsteady, and he may or may not be talking to his fellow companion as he searches the interior of the building for something sharp. Maybe even on the person that he's with. Don't worry, he's not going to pat them down.]
Oh, well, we'll just have to improvise around it. They aren't that big. We can trap them without blasting them first. You don't mind a little blood, right?
[He says that conversationally, like this were a question he could ask any casual passerby on the street. Maybe he's not quite as recovered as he looks.]