Mark I - ||video||

[the_mechanic]

[There's a close-up view of a well-manicured goatee, though there's a bit of blood around the lips, and as he adjusts the camera, it's plain to see that the clearly-attractive man has definitely been in a fight recently. Put mildly. And also that he's wearing some kind of metal armor suit thing, with the face-mask open.

He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. Twice. This is not a man accustomed to being at a loss for words.]

Please tell me there's someone in this sparkly-rainbow-nightmare than can get a full sentence out, with minimal KUPO, that can tell me what the hell is going on?

...please?

[The camera pans out just enough to show the komory bat perched on the top of the man's head, chittering away happily. Tony swipes at him half-heartedly, as if they've been through this a few times already, and the bat makes no motion to vacate his vantage point.

Tony looks pleadingly into the camera, and with a deep sigh, cuts the feed.]

Comments

[unrecovered]

[Wait, what?]

You're used to people from other dimensions, but ponies and magic are still a shock. [That doesn't make sense.]

[He blinks, and Fang squeaks in surprise. Really? You're okay with that?]

Huh. [Wash shrugs.] Well, mine named himself too. This is Fang, and Melody is- [That's when Melody the Necho Cat jumps into Wash's arms, and he fumbles for a moment before he supports her.] -right here, evidently.

[the_mechanic]

Magic isn't a shock, I've just had really bad experiences with it, and no amount of dealing with Nordic mythos come to life or alien armies powered by a magical cube could prepare anyone for talking technicolor ponies. That is a whole new level of mindfuck.

[Not that at least one of them hasn't been absolutely lovely, another downright tolerable, and the third.... spastic as hell, but mostly harmless... just... no. He was not prepared.

Also, this is a guy who named his first creation Dummy and showers down verbal abuse out of affection. The bat got off easy. Dingbat chitters in approval. He got scritches out of the deal. Oh, another new friend! Hi hi!]

Huh. Yeah, I'm not the best at naming things, whatever comes to mind first just ends up sticking. He doesn't seem to mind.

[He shrugs, and the bat just preens.]