[Boy there is a lot of shit here he just plain does not know the meaning behind. Thanks Tony. He should have known that he'd come for answers and get a headache instead. Not even touching that liber...libary thing, let's just:]
are they made of ice?
i guess that makes sense if humans made all these weird buildings and teevees and cars just to live with then theyd make fancier weapons too. is it normal for most people to have such things where you come from ? america sounds really fucking weird. .
Yes. Icebergs are made of ice. What an astute conclusion.
And yeah, cars and TVs are normal in America. Weapons too. Kind of a complicated history on that one. Both national and personal.
[And there's the Iris question. Even though Tony saw it coming, he still rolls his glowing eyes toward the ceiling from his cot. The conversation had provided a welcome distraction from the myriad side-effects up until now, though at least he's past the zenith of Iris' height in the sky. Until it... comes up over the horizon with all the other moons in two days, anyway. God. He's actually getting used to this -- or... not used to it exactly, but it's... predictable. More manageable, at least.
On the bright side, talking to the kid is keeping his brain on the "protective" side of the Iris slider rather than other, less savory end.
well your pineapples dont look like your apples and banks are for money and nowhere near rivers. why expect anything to make sense
people have to protect themselves somehow. humans die so easily its better that they arm themselves. do you make them for everyone? could i try one /?
[If he ever thought he'd seen the worst of a monthly curse back home, he was wrong. Humanity didn't rob him of good sense or propriety — just his defenses. Hence why both shifts are endured in privacy: human nights in buildings abandoned or half built, Iris in the swaddling comfort of the woods. The scent of a wandering intruder would cut through the pine like a cleaving ax, and he'd vanish to higher ground.]
...Okay, you've got me on the pineapples and the banks.
And whoa -- first off, you're sounding more and more like that "worse" category. [Ignore the fact that Tony used to fall squarely in that realm of values and viewpoints -- Sasha really doesn't need to know that right now, when Tony's talking him down from getting his hands on high-tech weaponry.] Second, the items in my arsenal are not toys. So, uh. No?
[Of course, there's a nugget of truth to what the kid says. Humans do need help protecting themselves -- isn't that what Tony had said about interstellar threats, about Thanos? He closes his eyes and rubs his arm over his forehead, trying to ignore the glow of his extra appendages. And now...
He sighs and looks back to the screen. After a second, he types:]
OK, for a dog person you seem to have some serious wolf beef.
[Pause. He adds:]
Beef is like... issues. You seem to have some serious wolf issues.
ive been called lots of shit whatevers worse than librairtan is probably nothing ;
[FUCK]
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[nailed it]
i know its not a toy do i look like some dumb baby to you? i need stuff to kill youkai. theres a bunch of dumbasses who are gonna get murdered if i dont keep them alive. nobody at home would know how to fight metal weapons from the future so it would be a good advantage .
wolves are NOTHING LIKE DOGS theyre dumb and they smell shitty and they always go around saying stuffs theirs when it isnt. and theyre weak
[Tony stares at the screen. And stares some more. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, because it's already painful to focus on a tiny white light beaming straight into his eyeballs while the rest of his body's got a fever (of a-hundred-and-three -- oh, god, he's gone to Foreigner songs). Now, he's got to deal with... this. Singular proof that if you take any fifteen year-old boy, even one direct from feudal Japan, and hand them a keyboard, they'll... start typing incoherent Reddit posts.]
OK, buddy. I'm sort of having a bad time and your argument as to why you're the kind of level-headed, stable individual who should be given access to firearms isn't exactly gripping me. How about you come by AFTER Iris and then I'll explain things in person, deal? Deal. Now go to bed.
[He hits "Do Not Disturb" mode, then tosses the device onto the other pillow in the bed. He rolls over to alternately pull the covers over his shoulders and kick a leg out from under them as he tries to make himself comfortable again, or... as much as he can, anyway.
He'll deal with delivering level-headed explanations when they meet in person. And hey, if Tony did help him, it wouldn't be the first teenager he equipped with state-of-the-art...
...Is that a good thing? Probably not. But whatever, he needs a nap.]
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are they made of ice?
i guess that makes sense if humans made all these weird buildings and teevees and cars just to live with then theyd make fancier weapons too. is it normal for most people to have such things where you come from ? america sounds really fucking weird. .
yeah okay
wiat so you are affected now? youre also iris??
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And yeah, cars and TVs are normal in America. Weapons too. Kind of a complicated history on that one. Both national and personal.
[And there's the Iris question. Even though Tony saw it coming, he still rolls his glowing eyes toward the ceiling from his cot. The conversation had provided a welcome distraction from the myriad side-effects up until now, though at least he's past the zenith of Iris' height in the sky. Until it... comes up over the horizon with all the other moons in two days, anyway. God. He's actually getting used to this -- or... not used to it exactly, but it's... predictable. More manageable, at least.
On the bright side, talking to the kid is keeping his brain on the "protective" side of the Iris slider rather than other, less savory end.
After a second, he types:] Jellyfish. You?
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well your pineapples dont look like your apples and banks are for money and nowhere near rivers. why expect anything to make sense
people have to protect themselves somehow. humans die so easily its better that they arm themselves. do you make them for everyone? could i try one /?
[If he ever thought he'd seen the worst of a monthly curse back home, he was wrong. Humanity didn't rob him of good sense or propriety — just his defenses. Hence why both shifts are endured in privacy: human nights in buildings abandoned or half built, Iris in the swaddling comfort of the woods. The scent of a wandering intruder would cut through the pine like a cleaving ax, and he'd vanish to higher ground.]
deer. i hate it. but anythings better than wolf
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And whoa -- first off, you're sounding more and more like that "worse" category. [Ignore the fact that Tony used to fall squarely in that realm of values and viewpoints -- Sasha really doesn't need to know that right now, when Tony's talking him down from getting his hands on high-tech weaponry.] Second, the items in my arsenal are not toys. So, uh. No?
[Of course, there's a nugget of truth to what the kid says. Humans do need help protecting themselves -- isn't that what Tony had said about interstellar threats, about Thanos? He closes his eyes and rubs his arm over his forehead, trying to ignore the glow of his extra appendages. And now...
He sighs and looks back to the screen. After a second, he types:]
OK, for a dog person you seem to have some serious wolf beef.
[Pause. He adds:]
Beef is like... issues. You seem to have some serious wolf issues.
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[FUCK]
.
[nailed it]
i know its not a toy do i look like some dumb baby to you? i need stuff to kill youkai. theres a bunch of dumbasses who are gonna get murdered if i dont keep them alive. nobody at home would know how to fight metal weapons from the future so it would be a good advantage .
wolves are NOTHING LIKE DOGS theyre dumb and they smell shitty and they always go around saying stuffs theirs when it isnt. and theyre weak
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OK, buddy. I'm sort of having a bad time and your argument as to why you're the kind of level-headed, stable individual who should be given access to firearms isn't exactly gripping me. How about you come by AFTER Iris and then I'll explain things in person, deal? Deal. Now go to bed.
[He hits "Do Not Disturb" mode, then tosses the device onto the other pillow in the bed. He rolls over to alternately pull the covers over his shoulders and kick a leg out from under them as he tries to make himself comfortable again, or... as much as he can, anyway.
He'll deal with delivering level-headed explanations when they meet in person. And hey, if Tony did help him, it wouldn't be the first teenager he equipped with state-of-the-art...
...Is that a good thing? Probably not. But whatever, he needs a nap.]