King of the World

One year later…

I can’t believe I’m here. Guys, I seriously can’t believe that it’s been a year since I started roleplaying Clarice. She’s my baby, and I am so happy about being able to share my baby with all of you. Every. Single. One of you.

Now this bias list is by no means an exclusive list of peopleI loe, or people that I’m going to love you. It’s the people that I can ultiately count on to write with me, to plot, to exchange headcanons and hold each other when the angsty feels get too much.

So bias list….

Until that wit and snark comes back, the conversation turning back on the captor. And he hates it. His fingers curl at his sides, ready to form a fist and perhaps break a few teeth – he doesn’t need those to make a bomb – but then the tapping metal catches his attention further.

He laughs.

It’s rough, unpractised and purely coming out from somewhere he doesn’t know. It’s not small, Saker having to take a step back and put a hand on his chest as he howls. Despite the volume, he does get it under control again, the outburst being capped as he sucks in a breath and smiles; honest to god smiles. Tony didn’t have as much of an upper hand as he thought. But,

“You’re right,” He says, light-hearted again. Really, laughing like that has made half the angered lines on his face settle down. He should find a reason to do it more often. “It wasn’t part of the plan. Someone did get a little eager.” He’s moving forward again, one hand going either side of Tony’s shoulders and pleased grin of teeth pushed out. “Someone saw your name, Stark, and they didn’t bother with something subtle. No, the all mighty Anthony Stark deserved something a little more explosive.”

So he pushes himself well beyond his own limits, his body protesting with every movement of his muscles as he swings his legs over the edge of the table and sits up. Blood gushes against the bandages on his chest, the fabric already over saturated with old blood and fresh water and easily spilling its contents onto his lap. He pays it no mind, stars flashing across his vision as he braces himself against the table. 

He’d thought he’d reached the edges of pain before, but nausea hits him like a wall and it’s truly just a struggle of staying sitting up. But he refuses to fall, not now. He won’t embarrass himself by failing in his attempt at fighting his captor in some small way. 

[text: Potts]: because it was in the morning? Anything before 3 PM is off limits, you know that. 

[text: Ugh] They already executed the leaders and are waiting to execute the other ringleaders. The rest are going to jail.

[text: Ugh] So no. I can’t do anything. I couldn’t do anything at all.

[text: Potts]: Well that’s not supposed to happen

[text: Potts]: because it was in the morning? Anything before 3 PM is off limits, you know that. 

[text: Ugh] No I can’t deal with it because I don’t know what to do about it! If it were up to me, every single one of those employees that went on strike would get a pay raise and a pat on the back without consequence! But that’s not the idea that the other bigwigs had, apparently that is not the way to deal with these things according to your people!

[text: Potts]: Okay, well, just to take a load off you, I’m going to do you a favor. You go authorize pay raises and pats on the backs--back? back’s?--for those people, if you think that’s what we should. Hell, through in some hugs if you really want to. 

[text: Potts]: because it was in the morning? Anything before 3 PM is off limits, you know that. 

[text: Ugh] It was a business meeting, which is the only reason I decided to go to it and take notes. I wouldn’t have if it was a meeting about–anything else.

[text: Ugh] There was a strike at one of the major plants two days ago, that’s why the meeting was called. You were supposed to be there.

[text: Emperor Jesus]: Something’s always going wrong. I can’t personally address every single thing. I’m sure you dealt with it better than I would’ve. 

[text: Potts]: because it was in the morning? Anything before 3 PM is off limits, you know that. 

[text: Ugh] You are very lucky murder is illegal.

[text: Emperor Jesus]: Yeah, I figured I should keep that one around. 

[text: Potts]: because it was in the morning? Anything before 3 PM is off limits, you know that.