[She'll be happy to know that she isn't the only one flying around in red with heroic intentions. But it takes a minute. There are trees, there are tiny winged beings. There are a couple of ordinary humans that even drive past in trucks, busy, pausing only to gawk at her through the windows. Some of them look human, others distinctly not. Pointed ears, whiskers. Bulbous fish-eyes. But none of them stop but Tony.
Who's in a suit of armor, motorized, repulsors on the bottoms of his boots, on the palms of his gloves. The helmet mask is a rather formidable face, with a grimly cut line for his mouth and narrow, lit-up slits for his eyes, but maybe the bright colors of him are reassuring enough, as he starts to descend by her. Leaves and dirt blowing up below. Clank. He lands squarely on the dirt and straightens.]
Let me guess, [he says, his voice in an odd digital tone.] You're new.
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Who's in a suit of armor, motorized, repulsors on the bottoms of his boots, on the palms of his gloves. The helmet mask is a rather formidable face, with a grimly cut line for his mouth and narrow, lit-up slits for his eyes, but maybe the bright colors of him are reassuring enough, as he starts to descend by her. Leaves and dirt blowing up below. Clank. He lands squarely on the dirt and straightens.]
Let me guess, [he says, his voice in an odd digital tone.] You're new.