#088 - checkslackerspiceAugust 16 2012, 16:03:57 UTC
Was that-? Hell, it was.
Compared to the monolithic skyscrapers he’d seen, Stark’s manse was no more than a well-maintained trailer.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, HUMAN.
“Farley Claymore.” He spoke clearly, ignoring the blacked-out windows and the solitary loudspeaker. And if you start that ‘Oz, great and powerful’ shit, I’m opening fire.
The voice fell silent, then a figure leapt from the roof in a blur of green, black, and gold. It landed several feet from him, a man in full Asgardian armor, wielding an equally fantastic-looking spear.
He looked up, familiar sea blue eyes wide with unspoken joy.
Compared to the monolithic skyscrapers he’d seen, Stark’s manse was no more than a well-maintained trailer.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, HUMAN.
“Farley Claymore.” He spoke clearly, ignoring the blacked-out windows and the solitary loudspeaker. And if you start that ‘Oz, great and powerful’ shit, I’m opening fire.
The voice fell silent, then a figure leapt from the roof in a blur of green, black, and gold. It landed several feet from him, a man in full Asgardian armor, wielding an equally fantastic-looking spear.
He looked up, familiar sea blue eyes wide with unspoken joy.
“…Farley?”
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