What just happened? (Tabrett)

[Tony Stark]

Tony was staying after class hours to work on the plans for his Iron Man suit, working or not, it was going to be accurate, down to the very last screw. If anything he wanted it to be able to fly. That would be cool. He at least wanted to fly. Which was why he was currently looking over the boots of his outfit, trying to see what was needed where and, if he could, fit the technology into the boots. He totally could, he was Tony Stark! Technology was his gift, he could do whatever he wanted, he invented the AI system in his house he can do this!

He drummed his fingers on his desk, trying to figure out what should go where to make flight possible. He checked all the figures and math twice -and he never got his math wrong- just to see if he missed something. Nope, nothing. Maybe Tab could help him with this, then again Tony didn't want to get her involved with this again today. The suit was nearing it's test run, meaning he wanted to get as much as the possible kinks out of the suit before building the rough draft.

Professor Stark stood up and moved over to where a silver boot sat, well it wasn't all silver, the mechanics were showing, so red, blue and other wire colors were showing. He sat down at the shop desk and put on red colored glasses, to keep his eyes from being blinded as he welded a few pieces together. The 3-D map was up next to it so Tony could use it for reference. He started welding a small piece of the flight mechanism, used for some stability. The rest of the flight's stability will be in the gloves of the suit, which Tony had yet to start making. He quickly pulled up a 3-D map of the thing that would power it all.

The arc reactor. It was small and shaped like a hockey puck, but it had a place where wires would connect in the back, it also helped to keep it in place in the suit. Tony really only followed the movie's design, it was in Marvel Tony's chest so it had to fit and plug into it, this one would only be going into the suit but he still made sure it was as accurate as possible. He kept it up as he worked on the boots, welding and tightening things into place.

Once he was done, or thought he was done, he pulled up a few of the students emails from class earlier in the week. He chuckled at a few, especially one from the flailing red fledgling that liked to glare at him. His girlfriend -or whom he assumed was his girlfriend- was hot, but not Tony's type. Then again when he was back in Malibu a lot of girls were his type. Eh he grew older, matured a bit more. He wanted girls with substance, girls who could keep up with his mind, and who wouldn't mind a bit of teasing every now and again.

Funny, his mind went back to his assistant, Tabrett. He slid his chair back over to his desk and grabbed his tablet, pulling up Tabrett's file from the school again. Seems she was just transferred there before making the Change in his room earlier. He looked through her skills and saw that she was quite skilled in technology, no wonder she could keep up with him. He saw that they didn't give her a room with the professors, letting her keep her room as a fledgling.

"Probably because she made so many modifications to it." The vampyre mused aloud to himself. He sat up and transferred her file from his tablet to his desk simply by dragging it with his fingers. He looked over her file carefully, looking to see where she had been before transferring here. Odd. He couldn't find it. He looked at her affinity and rose an eyebrow. "Nyx must have liked you." He mused again, quieter this time. He continued to drum his fingers on his desk, looking through his new assistant's file.

Muse: Pretty good
Comments: Hehehehe we're evil
Words: 730? I guess a lot.

[Tabrett]

Tabrett... had been bored.

Earlier that day, the fledge--vampyre, she was a vampyre now--had, with eyes narrowed in concentration, worked on building a bomb.

It had been a while since she'd done this careful art, learned from watching Dr. Benson with her shrewd eyes in the lab, and she carefully connected the last wire.

Done.

The last thing was the woman's favorite part: and the part she was most talented at. See, Tabrett had a room that, upon entry, looked very normal: but the walls, desks, every surface that it was possible to encode had secret properties. Tabrett, with her mathematical mind, remembered facts better then ideas, and so had, say, a series of quick taps in progression designed to unlock a hidden compartment in her desk or a quick brush twice in a row to lock-down the whole room. She also had various configurations: some required her fingerprint, some allowed any... et cetera.

So she programmed the bomb.

Frowning for a moment, she decided to try something new: and a bit more complicated. Rather then merely needing to be tapped, the bomb would require a series of vibrations: two in rapid succession, then another after a short pause.

Taptap... tap.

Because it reacted to vibration instead of touch, even merely tapping the right sequence on the wood would cause the bomb to explode.

She programmed the device, face very cool, not showing any emotion. Her eyes, like they always were when she wasn't around Tony, were a flawless midnight, not showing a trace of emotion under those unscratched shields.

What was happening, under those shields, was mechanical thought; numbers and devisions and everything else necessary to make her plan work. She'd need motion sensors, instead of contact reactors, and she'd have to program it backwards, so that, instead of her setting it off, she couldn't set it off (didn't want it blowing her up)...

Normally, the woman would have thought of everything, not left one thing undone. It was her way. Unfortunately, with her recent change, her... strange interaction with her boss and mentor a few days ago, and the new programming (as well as the stupid, stupid feeling she got recently that made her feel safe--which was, in itself, always unsafe), she slipped. She forgot. She messed up: in more then one way.

She forgot to program the bomb not to react to Tony.

She forgot to move it.

She forgot, even, to tell Tony about it.

But these careless mistakes, obviously, didn't plague the black vampyre's mind. Not just yet. She, foolishly pleased with herself, stood, tested the bomb once (taptap...tap) to make sure it wouldn't go off for her, though she was confident it wouldn't, and, pack slung over her shoulder, left Tony's classroom.

What she didn't realize is that he, not knowing about the bomb, would set it off.



COMMENTS. Yes. Yes we are. [<

[Tony Stark]

Apparently there were a lot of things he had to find out about Miss Tabrett, who left as he was walking in earlier through the second entrance, she didn't notice him. He continued to look over her file before it became boring and he closed it. He leaned back at his desk and placed his hands behind his head, looking around the room. He noticed something on his -not any student's workbench but his- workbench that he didn't see before. It was small, dark, and looked very well put together. He stood up and walked over to his bench, he picked up the object and turned his hand around to study it.

Seemed harmless, but it probably wasn't. He placed it back on his bench and sat down on one of the stools, resting his head on his elbow. He decided Tab must have built it, but what it was he couldn't figure it out. Why she didn't tell him she was working on something he also couldn't figure out. She was using his resources, then again she was helping him with his suit so Tony guessed he could let her build whatever she wanted. He drummed a finger on the table, trying to decide what it was.

Taptaptaptap....taptaptap....taptap...tap

KA-BOOOOOM!!!

It went off. He didn't have enough time to get out of the way of flying shrapnel and glass from his workbench. He felt a few cut his cheeks, missing his eyes, most of the blast went right into his chest. He felt the sharp pieces of metal make their way through his skin and muscles, some lodged themselves into bits of his bone, others got stuck in his muscle, but most were slowly making their way to his heart.

He hit the cabinets behind him and fell to the floor, shocked. Blood started to quickly seep out of his chest and Tony started having vision problems. He looked down to his chest and saw a pool of blood starting to form on the floor. He heard Jarvis beep to talk but he didn't hear what he said. He now regretted turning Jarvis' camera's off for the night. "Sir are you alright? My sensors indicate there was an explosion." He looked up to the lights and quietly told Jarvis "Get Tab."

He rolled onto his stomach, ignoring the pain, he just wanted to stop the shrapnel from coming any closer to his heart. Hearing was now completely gone and he was starting to have blackouts.Well well well Mr. Stark, seems you've gotten yourself into a real mess this time. Just like the comics, only this time you're gonna end up six feet under. He thought to himself. He coughed and thought he heard somebody run into the room, though it could have been his imagination. He closed his eyes and let the darkness consume him.

Jarvis quickly turned his cameras back on, figuring something was wrong and wasn't shocked or surprised, being an AI he didn't have feelings, but his studies on human emotions made him realize this was a very urgent matter. Mr. Stark was unconsious on the floor and bleeding quite heavily from his chest. The workbench was destroyed as were the cabinets Mr. Stark blasted into. Jarvis quickly went to his task at hand, and that was to get Miss Tabrett.

He quickly hacked the school's PA system and relayed a message. "Miss Tabrett you are needed in the Shop Class, come quickly." He didn't have a need to mask his voice, as Miss Tabrett would recognize it quickly and he hoped, or didn't hope as he had no emotions, that she would arrive quickly and save Mr. Stark. His sensors indicated that Mr. Stark's arc reactor blueprints were still up on his desk, Jarvis quickly made it into a 3-D hologram and put up the same blueprint of the device onto the digital white board.

Unfortunately that would take too much time to make, so Jarvis quickly put up blueprints of an electromagnet using a car battery, wires, and metal plates. Mr. Stark managed to have everything they needed and Jarvis quickly put up a 3-D checklist for her to check off as she got the items. He hoped she got here soon.

Words: 788?, thank you Jarvis!!
Comments: Jarvis is in the italics, in case you forget. I just needed a longer post and Jarvis was the answer, hope you don't mind!
Muse: Good, now bedtime.