<div class="floatleft">(http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc446/ffxivghost/WM001.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Tony Stark<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> War Machine Armor<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Tokyo<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Anyone in Tokyo<br/><br/></span></span><hr/>It was utter chaos down there. That’s the only way to describe what Tony Stark was watching. Gunfire rung out every few moments from somewhere, the occasional sound of people fighting. Of people dying.<br/><br/>It’s the sound of hope lost.<br/><br/>And then found again.   “Okay enough of this. J, keep full sensor sweep up. Link up to Rurouni. Get some satellite feeds incoming.”   As he hovers high there up in the skies above the city, he takes in all he can below him. He tries to approximate where there is the most fighting. Where he could maybe do a little good before heading down his spider hole.<br/><br/><em>++Very sorry to say, but the War Machine armor system does not have the capabilities for the latter.++</em><br/><br/>“Well if that don’t figure. When we see Rhodey again, tell him his armor sucks.”   He says, trying to sound lighthearted as the War Machine’s offensive systems now come online. The sounds travelling through the air are amplified in his helmet, allowing him a little more perception as to what is coming from where. It can be a little disorienting, but he is awesome personified. So it’s no big deal. And then suddenly.. the sound of glass crashing reaches his ears. It sounds.. closer than the other sounds. His head tilts down a little as he stays aloft, and he sees a figure starting to fall.<br/><br/><em>++Sir++</em>“Yep!”  Tony exclaims suddenly as his hand jets cut off abruptly, the flaps along his back opening and igniting. His body rotates forward, and with the sound of engines roaring his hand repulsors come to life once more. He gets a lock on Diamondback’s falling form, getting an instant identification of the woman in his helmet. The jets mounted upon his back roar to life as his hand jets cut out, closing in on her form in the matter of no more than a second or so. Now, were he bashful or a gentleman and not a letcher (usually), he would apologize for the way he is about to ‘save’ her. But.. well he’s Tony Stark. And he’s still awesome.<br/><br/>His armored arms wrap around her waist rather unceremoniously, holding the back of her body against his chest. He continues to rocket down with her, keeping a tight grip of her body. Not so strong he’s gonna squish, but not so lenient that she’s going to fly out of his arms and become so much street pizza. That’s just not a good look.   “Howdy. Diamondback, right? Fancy meeting you here. I know a wonderful place called Enju not far from here. I’ll buy. They make this thing called kaiseki,  you ever had?”   He says to her in midflight, wanting to perhaps use some.. bad.. humor to alleviate his mind about just how dangerous a maneuver this could be.<br/><br/>But only a second or so later the mostly scarred and destroyed ground is coming up on him, and he pushes his legs forward carefully. His boot jets burn harder, the flaps along his back swaying to help maintain balance. With a loud ‘CLANG’ sound they land, and he lets her go. Immediately he looks over his shoulder and up to the window she came out of. Perhaps to make sure nothing is dumb enough to try and follow them down. War Machine brushes his hands together absently, maybe he even struts absently, knowing he just did good. His softly glowing eyes now look to her, the black and silver faceplate not giving away anything of his emotions. Which.. would be in the neighborhood of a wreck.  “So I’ll give ya my cell number? Way easier to get my attention through a text than jumping out a window.”<br/><br/><em>++My apologies for cock blocking, sir. But there is multiple targets converging on us. Some of them appear armed. I believe we are in danger.++</em>War Machine would suddenly look away from the lovely Diamondback, and he looks around slowly as he speaks.  “We got company. Lots of company.”   Back to her he looks then as the minigun mounted on his back slides up and onto his shoulder, the barrel spinning a few times as it does.    “How weatherproof is that hot outfit of your’s? Can you take a short burst of extreme cold?”    She would hear his gauntlets making soft clacking sounds as the weapons mounted on them load themselves.<br/><br/><em>++Sir, I do hope you are not intending to bring her into the Rurouni Station. She could be a security threat.++</em>As Jarvis says that, all Tony can think is.. the whole world is now a security threat.<br/>