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Date & Time: Jan 7th
Location: THE MOON, some VR room
Characters: Apollo & Tony Stark
Summary: shenanigans on the moon idk
Warnings: none atm will update as needed

[ Apollo hadn't actually planned on going back to the moon today (or anytime ever, really) but goddamn if her dog didn't get himself into some shit sometimes. How he even managed to get on a shuttle without her she didn't know, but he had, which meant that she also had to make the trip to go fetch her lost friend. Finding him was a quick job at least, and now that she was here despite her plans not to be - well, fuck it. She might as well steal some shit and entertain herself while she had the chance to do so in a sleeveless shirt without freezing to death.

And so here she is, wandering about the moon base with her dog faithfully trotting along behind her. And, oh look, one of those VR rooms. It's been a while since she's played with one of those so, without bothering to check whether or not it's being used, Apollo decides to just stroll on in uninvited, chattering idly to the dog behind her about all the squeaky toys she's going to steal for him. ]

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[ Tony has been venting off some... vaguely pent-up stress and irritation and such. After his nightmares woke up Max too many times, he decided to take a brief vacation up to the moon, because obviously. That's where all the cool people winter now, the moon. The planet was so insert-some-super-arbitrary-period-of-time-because-there's-a-fucking-time-machine-so-it-doesn't-fucking-matter-now-does-it. Completely uncool. Moon's totally where it's all at.

So he's been up here for a day or so, probably getting ready to go back down because fuck it it's kind of boring up here and he's pretty sure he could go do some exploring or something and work out the same amount of philosophical and psychological grief as he's expending on these poor dummies. The VR rooms took a little while longer to warm up to initially, but given that all the hollering happened with them about a year ago and he can more or less straight up just chat with the computers that run them now, it's a lot more fun.

Or punishing, which is how he wants it anyway. Punishing is good. He'd consider a name change if he wasn't fully aware of the marketing hellstorm he'd be in for back home. That and an all black suit? Please. He's already made like three of those, and done a much better job at it too, thank you very much.

Doesn't mean he's necessarily all that thrilled with the company. ]

There's like twelve of these and you happen to walk into the one that's in use? What sort of bad penny are you?

[ She doesn't totally understand the saying, but her response is immediate anyway: ] I'm a perfect fuckin' penny, fuck you.

[ There isn't any real annoyance or malice to her voice when she responds to him though, her tone being more appropriate to someone saying "hello" rather than "fuck you" but, well, that's just the rude way she is. And since her rudeness knows no bounds, Apollo is now strolling on in and going about investigating what all he's doing without a scrap of hesitance or restraint. ]

So whatcha up to, huh? [ As if they were friends or something, instead of just briefly moon neighbours. ] You been hangin' 'round up here this whole fuckin' time or what?

[ wow really

c'mon wtf bro ]

No. Just came back up for a few days to make use of the VR rooms. You know, since we've got jack shit and all planetside in terms of training. [ Not that he wasn't strongly against any and all training initially, but hey, a year and a half of something fairly consistently is probably enough to ingrain it pretty well. Not to mention just the sheer pleasure in the physical release of it all. ] What are you doing back up here?

Okay, so whatcha up to? What kinda trainin'? [ Not that she genuinely cares what all Tony was doing - she just had to stick her nose in everything. Plus she feels like it's been a while since she's seen him around, which of course just made her even more nosy than usual. Gotta stay up to date on this shit, alright. ]

Dumbass over there decided those shuttles they got are great places for naptimes. [ Nodding to the big, slobbery beast who is steadily sniffing his way closer to Tony. ] He's a big fuckin' baby, cried like I'd been gone for fuckin' years when I came back up to get 'im.

[ no go away ]

Endurance, apparently. [ Okay whatever he's apparently done for the moment, so he'll just sort of drop whatever stance he might still have been in and might as well give her his full attention. More or less. Also it's not a bad opportunity to catch his breath - he hasn't been going too easy on himself.

Yes, Tony remembers... Rockhead? Shellhead? Metalhead? Numbskull, that seems about right. ] Codependency. It's a dangerous business. Guess you guys'll be headed back down soon then, right? Get him all settled and cozy again.

[ make her ]

Uh huh. That one of your weak points? [ Standing there with one hand on her hip, Apollo is eyeing him up, actually taking note of what he's doing on her own accord instead of just pestering him with a barrage of stupid questions. Well, she still has stupid questions, but she's going to ask them while she continues curiously inspecting him at least. ]

Naw, he's settled an' cozy where ever I am and hey I'm on the fuckin' moon again, so he's good. Cute you're worried though, you a dog person?

[ it is in terms of patience, one of his weak points yes. but as for her question, he musters the slightly indignant look he assumes it was meant to engender. ] What do you think? [ Because saying 'Hardly' with a scoff and a turn isn't really any better than just yelling 'No' like a seven year old on the playground. Right?

Also that's weird stop actually looking at him. He's going to start moving again then, since you're not doing anything interesting except staring at him. Maybe some stretches, pulling an arm across his chest and holding it there for a few seconds before releasing and repeating the mirror. If that covers up the reactor for a few seconds, then that's just a plus. ]

I'm a robot person. But I've got a cat. Here, anyway.

Dunno, why d'you think I asked? [ She can figure it out herself of course, she's just continuing the trend of being an asshole because she can.

But no, she's not gonna stop staring for a little bit longer, sorry Tony. Stretching only feeds her curiosity; she's cataloging what his strengths could be and pondering over a few different things now. The robot and cat answer gets her blue and green eyes back to his face though, a smile accompanying the shift in her gaze. ]

Robots! Sounds fun, you build anythin' lately? Good to know 'bout the cat stuff too though, I'm part cat y'know! [ That idea kind of clashes with her little wings, but it's because technically she's part gryphon; meaning not just cat, and not just bird either. ]

Because you've been either grossly misinformed or just suck at... looking.

[ She is such an interesting looking person. Still. He isn't really sure how long this chat is going to last, but there's a little bit more stretching he can probably manage, now that he's caught her eye with it anyway. There's a difference between her staring at him and him getting her attention, right? ]

Few things. Had to restart some projects recently. It happens. [ Part .. cat... ] Long as you don't have claws, you can come spar.

Just askin', fuck.

[ There she goes again, swearing as though she's using normal words instead. She's about to respond with some more nonsense when he mentions his projects, but the second he says "spar" that's suddenly the topic she latches onto. ]

No claws! [ She holds up her hands to show him, nails painted ten different colours now that she's discovered what nail polish is, and a few fingers decorated with rings. ] So, sure! Been a while since I had the chance to knock someone around, I'm thinkin' you'll be fun to play with, yeah?

[ It's kind of hilarious, after being around so many people who are so conscious so often of being more or less 98% in the public eye and cautious about their phrasing. Tony himself doesn't bear much of a filter, but even he tends to not swear more often than he does if for no other reason than because it's just second nature to talk like he's constantly in front of a camera.

What are you, a fifteen year old Hot Topic teenybopper? Who paints their nails ten different colors. Who has that kind of patience. Yes, he's being cynical as shit for no real reason. Also he likes that she says that like he's going to be some sort of fun new dog toy. Fun to play with indeed. ] I'll do my best. You need to warm up? Stretch it out? Take off some bling?

[ Rude, this is a brand new world she's living in alright, nail polish is new and colourful and by god she's gonna get her hands (literally) all over that shit. ]

Yeah, gimme a minute. [ The first thing she's getting rid of are her gun belts, which she tosses to her dog without looking. He catches them in his mouth and watches as she takes off her rings and gives those to him too for safe keeping, as if he even knows what the fuck to do with them. ] Hold onto my shit, yeah? [ And then she's patting him on the head, straightening up and stretching out for a couple seconds, rolling her neck and crackling her knuckles before finally she's ready. ]

Alright sugar, there, good to go!

[ Apparently. He'll be sure to find her a nice shade of iridescent lilac next time he's out in civilized society or something.

He half watches this with half interest, wondering idly about the safety abjectly un-inherent in letting your dog catch your gun belt in his mouth, but hey, whatever. He's pretty sure from this angle he couldn't have been shot, and even if he had been, it wouldn't have been... Unmanageable. (No he would have been pissed he's just being grumpy and ridiculous rn.) The rings are a little more interesting but if she wants to let her dog hold her weave, he doesn't care.

It's pretty easy to drop into stance. This part - this part he's pretty okay with. She was right: fighting a real person is so much better than otherwise. ] Where did you learn? [ Casual conversation, right? While he circles and feels her out at first. ]

[ Iridescent lilac would delight her, honestly.

Metalhead is well trained and in tune with Apollo, so he's used to catching things she tosses to him at random without breaking anything or setting off a pistol, or whatever. And he knows the difference between a real fight and a practice run, so he's happy to sit patiently and let her do her thing unassisted. ]

Everywhere. [ Not very descriptive, but technically true. Falling into stance is simple for her too, suddenly looking a hell of a lot steadier, firmer, and all around ready to knock him around like she said she would. She turns and follows his lead at first, never showing him her back and watching him closely. She'll let him feel her out, and it looks like she's going to let him make the first move too. ] You?

[ Well. He'd still give it to her, even if it accidentally made her happy.

He just makes a face at that, mostly, because wow, Captain Science, super informative. Probably true enough, and he gets that sometimes that sort of knowledge is accrued as you go, more or less anomalously. Sometimes that's just how that goes.

Still. He was looking for something a little more interesting. Right now though, as she drops into stance and the actual sparring gets ready to go, he's looking for something else. A decent opening, maybe, since she seems content to let him make the first move. That's fine though - he's never really minded going first. ] Picked up a lot through necessity. Training when that wasn't quite enough to work with. [ Just a quick tussle at first, maybe. He knows enough to distinguish styles similar to what he's learned, but not without engaging her at least a little bit first, so he'll throw a punch or two to get things going. ]

[ She makes a face at his making a face, whatever man.

Explaining the places she's learned a lot of her shit would end up being Apollo babbling about a world that Tony isn't familiar with. She loves to babble though, so it isn't that she's adverse to doing that - it's just that she'd rather show him. For now, anyway, since Apollo doesn't generally go long without dissolving into chatter. ]

Necessity? [ The first thing Tony may notice about her is how quick she is, considering how easily she avoids the first couple punches. She has good reflexes, so the more casual he is with her, the easier it is for her to evade. ] What didya need to fight for? [ After those first couple punches, Apollo finally throws a few of her own, not using her full strength, but not exactly going totally easy on him either. ]

[ Yeah, well. He kind of figured that but didn't care enough. Maybe he wants to learn about worlds he's never heard of!!!

Now's probably not the greatest time for a geography lesson though, you're right. Or, maybe that would be astronomy. Whatever it winds up being, in the middle of a fight is still a poor time for the stuff.

And see this is the sort of thing he can be oddly blunt about. He doesn't actually care, because he's used to all that sort of shit having been publicized and in all the news and shit back home anyway. It was all anyone ever wanted to ask him about for months the first time he came back home. ] Kidnappings. I'm kind of a big deal. [ Also dang she totally is fast. And heavy - he blocks and dodges and isn't too bad himself, but she likely (definitely) has the edge here. He moves in with a couple of punches that are also grabs on the sly, because he apparently hates himself. ]

You got kidnapped 'cause you're a big deal? Like a princess in a fairy tale?

[ It's not intended to be an insult, really, it's just the first parallel that happens to pop into her mind at the time. Her focus is more on the fight right now anyway, carefully taking note of how Tony moves and running through how best to counter it. He knows what he's doing, she'll give him that, but he doesn't quite feel as though he's on the same level as she is. ]

Well, good on you for puttin' your foot down on bein' a damsel in distress! [ She flashes him a bright smile, an expression that contradicts the roughness of her counter punches and deflections any time he goes for a grab move. ] How areya a big deal, though? You ain't actually a princess, right?

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wow I am sorry

naw man we cool

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