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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 22, 2015 22:53:14 GMT -7
For once Robo took the invitation to sit down. He chose a sturdy looking seat, silently hoping it wouldn't break under his weight. Of course, all the chairs, of which there were about ten in the spacious, open air room, were all identical, but that didn't stop him from picking one he thought looked stronger than the rest. The robot sat down carefully, silently rejoicing when it didn't break. Most chairs were built to sustain a max weight of about 300 pounds- of which he was 200 too heavy for. He guessed that these chairs were probably reinforced for superheroing purposes.
The woman who was already seated appeared to be Natasha Romanoff. She held herself confidently, reminding Robo of a more serious, very deadly Russian version of Lang, one of the few action scientists he considered a friend (those few included Vikram, Bernard and Jenkins and dammit now he was thinking about them-), and the thought made him want to go home even more. He squints his optics and then brought them back to a neutral expression again, clearing his thoughts. Meeting, right. He laced his fingers and kept his hands on the table, which he liked to think made a better impression than if they were under it.
Banner came in the room quietly, apparently having taken some time to get some things if the notebook and pens in his hands were any indication. He said nothing but seated himself nearby Natasha without a word, scribbling something down already. Robo noted that without the addition of the drunk Tony Stark and the Asgardian Thor who he assumed was 'off world' (because Norse gods were a thing in this universe too, apparently), they were only missing one Avenger. Suddenly, a 'clank' in the air vents to the side alerted him to some foreign presence.
(I'm sorry I couldn't help myself there's a thing apparently that Clint climbs thru air vents like. I need this to be a thing)
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 23, 2015 10:22:19 GMT -7
(whAT HE GOES THROUGH VENTS THATS ACTUALLY HIlarIOUS)
The blind man quietly slid into a seat next to Robo, folding up his cane again as he did so. Once he was situated, he straightened his posture and sat in an attentive position, ready to participate in the meeting. He raised his hand to take off his shades, but decided against it and pretended to scratch his forehead. Some people he had come across were unnerved by his gaze, turned off at how his eyes never really met theirs. Matt also hoped it would be over quickly and they would be able to reach some kind of agreement, because whatever was on the loose could be extremely dangerous. In that case, he knew they didn't have much time to argue over petty things. He knew there were two others at the table, but one of them, the woman, was unfamiliar to him.
After he had watched the lawyer take a seat, the Captain remained standing and walked to the head of the table. "Hello everyone," he greeted, grinning in his charming way, "I've called this meeting today to bring these two individuals and the things they would like to share to our attention. If what they claim to be true is actually the truth, then we might have a new enemy in our midst. But for now--" Steve was cut off by Natasha, who was watching the two very closely.
"Let's cut to the chase," the Russian simply said, crossing her legs. "Who are you both? And what's so important that you decided to bring it to us?" Her tone was serious and demanding, but not exactly on the mean side. Natasha, as usual, just wanted to get right down to business. She knew that sometimes the Captain would get a little too focused on introducing the subjects that they never really got to the story. Part of her was curious about the blind man sitting across from her, though.
(Matt has his ways with the ladies. He isn't too bad looking tbh)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 23, 2015 11:06:08 GMT -7
(That is in fact a common fanon idea)
"I'm Robo, this is Matt. We saw a thing." Robo said promptly, speaking at a rapid rate. "It's big, it's nasty, it exists outside the universe and it's supposed to be dead by now. It came back, but it took me here. As far as I can tell this is an alternate dimension of sorts," he explained. He really hoped that maybe, just maybe this would be the last time he had to explain this crazy experience. "I met Matt- ah, he'll explain that part- and then there was a person made up of infrared radiation which somehow messed with my internals and both our hearing when it imploded- exploded, whatever it did. That's when we decided it would be a good idea to come here. We thought you might be able to help," he finished. Wow, that went fast. Maybe it didn't sound so crazy to these people.
"Radiation," Bruce said after a moment had passed. "Infrared? But there's no way- can you see that?" He asked, the astonished tone in his voice matching his bewildered expression. When Robo nodded an affirmative he scribbled that down too (he'd been taking notes on them and their story since they walked in). "I specialize in radiation," he said by way of explanation. "There's no way a person could be made of infrared," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"That's what I said," Robo agreed. JARVIS chose that moment to butt in.
"If I may, sirs, perhaps this being was composed of something other than just infrared," he suggested lightly.
So began the science talk.
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 23, 2015 12:55:07 GMT -7
"Something other than infrared?" Natasha echoed back to the AI, a perplexed look on her face. She began to attempt to work out her thoughts, verbally. "It was powerful; it screwed with both their hearing. Radio waves could do that too, but they're too weak to do much. That leaves us with gamma rays." She said the last part with a concerned tone, and she sat up straighter in her seat. The Russian glanced to her side at Bruce, hoping he would have something to elaborate on her idea.
It was the blind man that answered first, initially with just a shake of his head. "That doesn't sound any more probable," he told her. "Gamma ray is another way of saying radiation, which is extremely dangerous in large doses. That would mean my whole apartment building is a contaminated area, now." Matt paused, about to make another point. "If it was radiation, I would start feeling symptoms of radiation sickness, but I feel completely fine." He paused again, wondering if he really was right about all this. After all, he was a law major, not a physics major, but he knew the basics from the introductory class he had to take.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 23, 2015 13:30:02 GMT -7
Bruce put a hand to his face contemplatively. "Gamma exposure can be harmful, that's for sure. We could scan you for radiation, see if we can get a signature and grace it, but if it's not gamma then it's probably too weak to trace, since I'm guessing it's been at least an hour since that happened."
Robo nodded agreement, adding, "But it doesn't make sense for it to be gamma rays. I could see it, and I could tell it was just outside the visible light spectrum for human eyes," he mused. Unless..."Unless there was some other radiation underneath it that I just couldn't see, and the infrared was like its 'skin' so to speak?"
Scribble scribble, scritch scratch. Bruce's pen flew across the notepage, filling it with shorthand notation and various theories that sprang into his head at a moment's notice. "Gamma. Radiation. Infrared. Exposure? Trace, possible trail. Aftereffects? Possible alien entity? HYDRA, SHIELD tech?" Such was included in his notes. "That's a good theory. You mentioned a creature outside spacetime?"
"Yeah, it's like a squid but with more tentacles and eyes than you can count. Also teeth. Lots of teeth," Robo explained with a shudder. Ugh, he'd never unsee those gnarled, grotesque and all too humanlike teeth sticking out at every angle. "I studied extradimensional physics just so I could defeat it. It chased me for something like seventy years. No radiation from that as far as I can tell, so it's unrelated to the radiation person."
Bruce muttered incoherently as he scribbled along. He made a mental note to ask this 'Robo' about the creature and actually, him in general. Seventy years? How old was this robot? "Natasha, Steve, what do you think?" He asked, turning to her. She wasn't a scientist, and nor was Steve or Clint, but sometimes he asked them what they thought. It helped to have someone else who wasn't looking at it from such a scientific angle give their opinion. Sometimes people just managed to see the bigger picture better than be did.
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 23, 2015 13:46:07 GMT -7
(Wait do I have Clint?) (And also did he appear out of nowhere or low key fall from the vents) (Or is he eavesdropping?)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 23, 2015 14:05:26 GMT -7
(you have Clint xD I put him in the vents but nobody did anything with taht, assume he's eavesdropping even tho, u know, he was invited)
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 11:28:13 GMT -7
"Well, I think we need to gather more information about whatever this thing is," said a muffled, masculine voice that seemed to come from above the table. It visibly startled the Captain and Natasha, but not the blind man; he had heard whoever it was inside the air vents for the past couple minutes, since subtle things like his movements and breathing were amplified by the small, metal space he was in. The voice continued, "I think trying to trace it is our best bet."
Steve gazed at the ceiling with a very confused expression on his face. "Clint, is that you up there?" He asked, staring at an air vent. There was no real answer to his question other than a muffled giggle from above them. He also didn't respond to Bruce's question, partly due to the distraction above him, and also due to his lack of knowledge of the whole topic. All this talk of radiation and various types of waves was slightly beyond his time, and he made a mental note to brush up on the subjects. Perhaps he'd print out some Wikipedia articles later.
Matt sat calmly in his chair, a smug half smile on his face as he observed this confusion unfolding. He leaned over to the robot sitting next to him and murmured, "It seems like they don't even know what the hell is going on here. I thought I was the only one that was confused," he added with a small chuckle.
Clearing her throat, Natasha decided to end the momentary distraction. "I agree with Clint," she announced to the room, and it seemed like as soon as she spoke, everyone started to calm down. "We need to know more about it. It could be a serious threat to the world, and us sitting here hypothesizing about it simply won't do anything." She paused, and shifted her cold gaze towards the air vent directly above her. "And Clint, get your ass down here. This is serious."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 24, 2015 15:08:35 GMT -7
"They're not the most organized, " Robo agreed, lowering his vocal settings so low only Matt would be able to hear.
It sure seemed like nobody had noticed, and if they had then Bruce took their attention away the next second. "JARVIS," He addressed thin air without glancing up as he added a few notes to his page, "Have you scanned them yet?"
The AI, for his part, seemed reluctant to admit that he had im fact scanned both of them, but admit he did. "Yes, Dr. Banner, but my hallway and elevator scanners are not equipped to pick up radiation; I merely took their stats," he added, as though he was aware of how it made many people uncomfortable to be scanned without them knowing- and it shouldn't have even been a question whether or not he knew. "Might I suggest the one in your laboratory?" He supplied, sounding just as calm and well, bored as ever.
"Great idea, Jarv," Bruce complimented. As the one who spoke with him the most outside of Tony, he'd become familiar with the AI, and he swore the program was far more human than Tony realized. The computer generated "man" even cracked jokes, and Bruce could have sworn he sounded concerned for Tony's well-being when he told him how long he'd been up. With the level of familiarity with which he addressed the invisible voice, one might have guessed that they'd been friends for a very long time. "Anyone have anything to add before we go down?"
(Omg sorry I totally missed your post THE TABLES HAVE BEEN TUUURRRRNEED NOOOOO but I was totally getting stuff ready because new york. yeah. totally.)
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 24, 2015 15:34:35 GMT -7
(THEY SURE HAVE and don't worry bout it)
The blind man felt his inner conscience tugging at him after he listened to the scientist's question. Should he reveal to the whole group right now who his secret identity was? As he contemplated the question, he listened to the room around him, and the feeling grew; they seemed to be waiting for either him or Robo to speak, almost expectantly. After a couple silence filled moments, Matt finally cleared his throat, preparing to speak. "Might as well get this over with now," he grumbled bitterly. "I'm that vigilante guy, Daredevil. He--I mean, I, recently stopped this big politician, Wilson Fisk. You might have heard. It was on the news," he added, hoping it would help someone at the table remember.
Natasha watched the blind man testify with a thoughtful look on her face, but stayed silent. She did indeed remember the hero, mainly because she had a long discussion with someone regarding his identity. It was just a harmless conversation, but she found it slightly amusing that he had just presented himself to them like this. At first, she thought he would stay as hidden and reclusive from the public eye as possible. He seemed reluctant to admit his identity, though.
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