May 15th [The Techening]

[apoorupbringing]

It wasn't in Chase's nature to heed the advice of grown ups, but then, it wasn't in Chase's nature to do anything that could be construed as 'adult'. He'd given the mogwai to Wiccan and shoved OL off onto Lucy, much to what he was sure was the dinosaur's displeasure, and gone to the scrapyard with the fistigons and the ex-ray specs and gotten to

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[notawastedlife]

The metal was vibrating, and that wasn't him.

He came around one of the bigger piles, not in haste, not running, but striding, certainly, and he may have slipped a hand into his pocket to check he'd brought a portable repulsor he'd pulled out of one of the defunct armors and modified with him. It didn't have the dampening of the gauntlets, though, so it'd be good for one shot and then he'd be pulling himself out of a pile of metal.

Didn't seem to need it, though. Just Chase, putting on a light show.

"Very rock and roll," he said, deadpan, scanning the phenomenon.

[daretodo]

It's the second Sunday since Mary Jane left me, but the first I've actually spent not holed in my workshop, trying to work out the theory for something I might be better off trying to figure out practically. My few ventures outside these past couple weeks have been more geared towards the beach, the Compound -- the latter late at night, when I'm less likely to bump into anyone -- but the scrapyard seems the logical place to go in this instance, even if it stirs up some less than pleasant memories that I very deliberately push aside.

I've been doing that a lot, lately. Pushing memories aside, pushing myself forward instead of down. My chest's been ripped open, my heart torn out and broken, and in its place there's a steely determination, a cold anger that keeps the pain at bay. Well, pain, and other things. I haven't been exhibiting a great deal of common sense, either, but the distraction I've gained from that has almost been worth it, so I can't bring myself to particularly care.

Case in point: when I find the scrapyard all but

[apoorupbringing]

"Oh," Chase muttered, "wow, it's like a nerd convention. Uh," he said more loudly, "yeah, hi. You guys might wanna not hang around here cuz I am-"

Right, the gloves were feeding off of his electromagnetic field, now, as well as the battery. He didn't swoon exactly, that would have been too girly for words, but he did sink down a little. The energy pulsed outward. Dirt moved.

"I'm not exactly controlling this."

[notawastedlife]

"Running away from the potential explosion, that's us," Tony said, striding forward close enough that his hair started to lift on end, so slightly, which increased as he held up a hand towards it. "I'm just going to assume that if you're bright enough to be almost killing us all, you're bright enough to have tried taking off the gloves."