Gimme some Room, Comin' Through
WHO: Master Chief [finish_thefight] and Tony Stark [iron_liver]
WHERE: Avengers Mansion ;; Sparring Room
WHEN: May 3rd, Afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nope! Just a fight between two guys in armor, really.
SUMMARY: Tony Stark. Master Chief. Having a fight. In metal suits. There is nothing better than this. Really.
FORMAT: Whatever works!
It wasn't painted. The suit was a dull, brushed metal at the moment, but when Tony shed his pants and shirt, his underarmor seeping from the open holes in his body, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. This was it. It wasn't completely finished, of course. Not only did he need to paint it, after all, but he needed to recalibrate the boosters in his boots, as well as the repulsors, as well as stock up on the artillery. He wasn't Rhodes, but it never hurt to have a few stand bys, just in case. The microcircuits and small repulsors in each piece propelled the portions, and after a few moments, they were in place.
Iron Man.
Tony stomped through the mansion, feeling just that more powerful for having his suit on, before arriving in the sparring room. He set the recordings, diagnostics, and AI to record everything. Video, audio, error reports, he needed to document everything that went wrong, if only to make sure that he would be able to fix it when all of this was done.
Who knows? Maybe Chief would give him a run for his money?
WHERE: Avengers Mansion ;; Sparring Room
WHEN: May 3rd, Afternoon.
WARNINGS: Nope! Just a fight between two guys in armor, really.
SUMMARY: Tony Stark. Master Chief. Having a fight. In metal suits. There is nothing better than this. Really.
FORMAT: Whatever works!
It wasn't painted. The suit was a dull, brushed metal at the moment, but when Tony shed his pants and shirt, his underarmor seeping from the open holes in his body, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. This was it. It wasn't completely finished, of course. Not only did he need to paint it, after all, but he needed to recalibrate the boosters in his boots, as well as the repulsors, as well as stock up on the artillery. He wasn't Rhodes, but it never hurt to have a few stand bys, just in case. The microcircuits and small repulsors in each piece propelled the portions, and after a few moments, they were in place.
Iron Man.
Tony stomped through the mansion, feeling just that more powerful for having his suit on, before arriving in the sparring room. He set the recordings, diagnostics, and AI to record everything. Video, audio, error reports, he needed to document everything that went wrong, if only to make sure that he would be able to fix it when all of this was done.
Who knows? Maybe Chief would give him a run for his money?