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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #104 : True Art is an EXPLOSION!
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DoorMan #104
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sipped on his orange juice, idly watching the TV, from his room on the Red Hearth, smirking as Tony did the exact same thing as he did in Cannon, shutting down the Weapons Division of Stark Industries.
To think that if things had not gone horribly wrong, he would be an intern at Stark Industries when this all went down, instead of being stuck in the Red Hearth, his civilian identity unofficially on a long term vacation to Thailand, with most of his dividends from his portfolios handled by a trust that was run by someone who was affiliated with Kamar Taj.
Colin Baxter, as the world knew him, had dropped out of the dark web, and the only one, outside of his close circle, who knew exactly what had happened was in Wakanda. Speaking of Wakanda, he wondered what exactly happened to Shuri and her plans to reintegrate Wakanda with the rest of the world.
He debated sending her a message before thinking better of it. The further he stayed from someone who was very heavily influenced by an Egyptian God, the better. It never worked out for anyone involved to get close to an Egyptian God.
He noted that Tony was the same as before, brash and blunt, as Tony chewed on his cheeseburger while leaving behind the cacophony of questions that had erupted after his announcement, to poor Obadiah.
Honestly, he wondered how Obadian was going to retaliate now. He had already collected the scraps that Tony left behind, to study and also to keep them out of Stane's hands. That left Stane very few options in terms of killing the Golden Goose that was Stark, because he would have no suit left to reengineer after Stark was killed.
On the other hand, killing Stane was a major milestone in Tony's character development but he was not going to do something as egregious as purposefully engineering a moment like that. If it happened, it happened and if not, then Stane could be sent to jail by Coulson whenever he arrived in Tony's life.
His eyes lit up in mischief as he thought of something stupid and fun he could do. Tasking the hacked satellites to ping him the specific parameters were met, he leaned back and sighed, looking at the TV, showing a reporter already doing a segment about Stark Industries and its apparent fall from grace, all the while two of his hands worked in the background, working on some more advanced spells.
Looking back, he saw the two glowing spinning balls, barely containing the ball of red in between. He grinned when the balls held steady, despite him not paying his complete attention to them.
With a thought, the red in between the balls was switched with a deep blue, then with a spinning white, then with yellow and then he cycled them with startling ease.
Once that was done, he mentally commended them to dissipate and contrary to what one might have thought, dispelling spells did not mean that one had to stop supplying Dimensional Energy to the spell.
On the contrary, the energy required to dissipate the spell safely required more skill and energy than simply letting it explode in one's face. So, it took some time, since this was his first time doing it in a room where its explosion would have some very real consequences, as the elements in the spinning balls disappeared, followed by the balls losing their spins before dissipating into thin air as well.
"Holy shit," he breathed out loud, watching the smoke coming out of his conjured hands, awe in his eyes. He just recreated the Rasengan, and not just the Rasengan, but Rasengan with the elements from his Doors in them.
Now, that part was still untested in terms of the damage done but he could imagine the versatility of the Rasengans now. He stood up, chair spinning back, as he got out of his room and jumped into the elevator, while mentally informing Jin'Ya that he needed some supervised tests in the ritual room, to which Jin'Ya lazily agreed.
The elevator opened up super fast, courtesy of technology, no magical enchantments used there, aside from some safety and bubble creating ones, and he was about to jump forward, only to come face to face with Bruce.
Bruce, looking at his crazy smiling face, was probably a little confused but he had no patience for that so he hopped into the elevator, canceled Bruce's selection for the kitchen floor and swiped in his finger to get to the lower levels, his energy signature allowing the button to be selected, another enchantment that interfaced quite well with electronic authentication systems.
Something he would no doubt proliferate to allies in the future, after some field testing, as the tech was probably capable of differentiating between Skrulls, as well, since it targeted the energy coming from the soul instead of just biology and genetics.
"Good timing! Come on, I would kike to show you something," He dragged Bruce along and wow, was there some heft to him, nothing like the weak ass human he was when they first met, back in Canadian Snow.
"W-What? Where are we going?" Bruce asked and he waved him off. "It's better to just show you. Also, I see that someone has been hitting the gym. Nice strength you got there."
Bruce smiled nervously, "Yes, I have strong data now. According to historical records, even untransformed, I can lift more than Captain America and run as fast as him. I have also recorded some reverse aging on my organs as well as my face."
He grinned, "So, an all around improvement in quality of life then? I am so glad we could figure that out. Also, a very productive outlet for stress relief, am I right?"
Bruce nodded, "Yes. Very. Multiple minor breakthroughs came to me in the middle of lifting heavy weights in high G environments."
"Oh yeah, I've gone up to 10G once but could not properly exercise in that, so I settled on 5G. How high do you go?"
Bruce smiled, "I can do all exercises at 7G and the highest I went, out of curiosity, was 15G and then I blacked out."
"Let me guess, the Hulk came out? Thinking it was some threat?"
Bruce sighed, "Yeah," Then he perked up, "But the weird part came after that. Hulk did not rage or rampage, all he did was walk up to the panel and set the settings to 50G and began working out. Great work on that room's overall integrity though, nothing was broken after Hulk set the gravity to normal and let me come out."
"Huh, interesting."
Then, the elevator dinged and opened up on the ritual room floor, with Jin'Ya already waiting for them. Since JIn'Ya was the official Guardian of the Red Hearth, having been recognised as such in the wards, he could travel freely through the entire place. That was on top of his already existing ability of phasing through matter.
"Let me show you my newest piece," he declared and moved to enter the ritual room while Bruce followed Jin'Ya to the observation deck, a room built by Jin'Ya to safely observe the whole thing without entering the ritual room itself. Usually, Jin'Ya would just come in, and stay just outside the ritual circles but for squishy humans like Bruce, who was not really squishy anymore, it was better to stay outside and observe.
Entering the ritual circle, he activated the standard ritual flow for isolation and once that was done, conjured two hands, and focused as the conjured hands rippled with concentric circles that then began overlapping on top of themselves, eventually creating a small ball of Dimensional Energy.
"Observe." He said, as the Ball stabilised, then he opened the least destructive thing he had in his arsenal of Doors, the Chi door, right in the middle of that spinning ball, giving it a golden look. He compressed the energy, which took time, about half a minute, before he stopped and looked at it, which looked so beautiful up close, before simply chucking it at the far end of the ritual circle, not before leaping out of the ritual circle as well.
The blast was blinding in its intensity. The ritual room shook but the circle held, holding back a storm of golden energy, crackling with such intensity he could feel it on his face, mere inches away from the boundary of the ritual circle.
"What was that?" Jin'Ya asked him, intrigued.
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
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DoorMan #104
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sipped on his orange juice, idly watching the TV, from his room on the Red Hearth, smirking as Tony did the exact same thing as he did in Cannon, shutting down the Weapons Division of Stark Industries.
To think that if things had not gone horribly wrong, he would be an intern at Stark Industries when this all went down, instead of being stuck in the Red Hearth, his civilian identity unofficially on a long term vacation to Thailand, with most of his dividends from his portfolios handled by a trust that was run by someone who was affiliated with Kamar Taj.
Colin Baxter, as the world knew him, had dropped out of the dark web, and the only one, outside of his close circle, who knew exactly what had happened was in Wakanda. Speaking of Wakanda, he wondered what exactly happened to Shuri and her plans to reintegrate Wakanda with the rest of the world.
He debated sending her a message before thinking better of it. The further he stayed from someone who was very heavily influenced by an Egyptian God, the better. It never worked out for anyone involved to get close to an Egyptian God.
He noted that Tony was the same as before, brash and blunt, as Tony chewed on his cheeseburger while leaving behind the cacophony of questions that had erupted after his announcement, to poor Obadiah.
Honestly, he wondered how Obadian was going to retaliate now. He had already collected the scraps that Tony left behind, to study and also to keep them out of Stane's hands. That left Stane very few options in terms of killing the Golden Goose that was Stark, because he would have no suit left to reengineer after Stark was killed.
On the other hand, killing Stane was a major milestone in Tony's character development but he was not going to do something as egregious as purposefully engineering a moment like that. If it happened, it happened and if not, then Stane could be sent to jail by Coulson whenever he arrived in Tony's life.
His eyes lit up in mischief as he thought of something stupid and fun he could do. Tasking the hacked satellites to ping him the specific parameters were met, he leaned back and sighed, looking at the TV, showing a reporter already doing a segment about Stark Industries and its apparent fall from grace, all the while two of his hands worked in the background, working on some more advanced spells.
Looking back, he saw the two glowing spinning balls, barely containing the ball of red in between. He grinned when the balls held steady, despite him not paying his complete attention to them.
With a thought, the red in between the balls was switched with a deep blue, then with a spinning white, then with yellow and then he cycled them with startling ease.
Once that was done, he mentally commended them to dissipate and contrary to what one might have thought, dispelling spells did not mean that one had to stop supplying Dimensional Energy to the spell.
On the contrary, the energy required to dissipate the spell safely required more skill and energy than simply letting it explode in one's face. So, it took some time, since this was his first time doing it in a room where its explosion would have some very real consequences, as the elements in the spinning balls disappeared, followed by the balls losing their spins before dissipating into thin air as well.
"Holy shit," he breathed out loud, watching the smoke coming out of his conjured hands, awe in his eyes. He just recreated the Rasengan, and not just the Rasengan, but Rasengan with the elements from his Doors in them.
Now, that part was still untested in terms of the damage done but he could imagine the versatility of the Rasengans now. He stood up, chair spinning back, as he got out of his room and jumped into the elevator, while mentally informing Jin'Ya that he needed some supervised tests in the ritual room, to which Jin'Ya lazily agreed.
The elevator opened up super fast, courtesy of technology, no magical enchantments used there, aside from some safety and bubble creating ones, and he was about to jump forward, only to come face to face with Bruce.
Bruce, looking at his crazy smiling face, was probably a little confused but he had no patience for that so he hopped into the elevator, canceled Bruce's selection for the kitchen floor and swiped in his finger to get to the lower levels, his energy signature allowing the button to be selected, another enchantment that interfaced quite well with electronic authentication systems.
Something he would no doubt proliferate to allies in the future, after some field testing, as the tech was probably capable of differentiating between Skrulls, as well, since it targeted the energy coming from the soul instead of just biology and genetics.
"Good timing! Come on, I would kike to show you something," He dragged Bruce along and wow, was there some heft to him, nothing like the weak ass human he was when they first met, back in Canadian Snow.
"W-What? Where are we going?" Bruce asked and he waved him off. "It's better to just show you. Also, I see that someone has been hitting the gym. Nice strength you got there."
Bruce smiled nervously, "Yes, I have strong data now. According to historical records, even untransformed, I can lift more than Captain America and run as fast as him. I have also recorded some reverse aging on my organs as well as my face."
He grinned, "So, an all around improvement in quality of life then? I am so glad we could figure that out. Also, a very productive outlet for stress relief, am I right?"
Bruce nodded, "Yes. Very. Multiple minor breakthroughs came to me in the middle of lifting heavy weights in high G environments."
"Oh yeah, I've gone up to 10G once but could not properly exercise in that, so I settled on 5G. How high do you go?"
Bruce smiled, "I can do all exercises at 7G and the highest I went, out of curiosity, was 15G and then I blacked out."
"Let me guess, the Hulk came out? Thinking it was some threat?"
Bruce sighed, "Yeah," Then he perked up, "But the weird part came after that. Hulk did not rage or rampage, all he did was walk up to the panel and set the settings to 50G and began working out. Great work on that room's overall integrity though, nothing was broken after Hulk set the gravity to normal and let me come out."
"Huh, interesting."
Then, the elevator dinged and opened up on the ritual room floor, with Jin'Ya already waiting for them. Since JIn'Ya was the official Guardian of the Red Hearth, having been recognised as such in the wards, he could travel freely through the entire place. That was on top of his already existing ability of phasing through matter.
"Let me show you my newest piece," he declared and moved to enter the ritual room while Bruce followed Jin'Ya to the observation deck, a room built by Jin'Ya to safely observe the whole thing without entering the ritual room itself. Usually, Jin'Ya would just come in, and stay just outside the ritual circles but for squishy humans like Bruce, who was not really squishy anymore, it was better to stay outside and observe.
Entering the ritual circle, he activated the standard ritual flow for isolation and once that was done, conjured two hands, and focused as the conjured hands rippled with concentric circles that then began overlapping on top of themselves, eventually creating a small ball of Dimensional Energy.
"Observe." He said, as the Ball stabilised, then he opened the least destructive thing he had in his arsenal of Doors, the Chi door, right in the middle of that spinning ball, giving it a golden look. He compressed the energy, which took time, about half a minute, before he stopped and looked at it, which looked so beautiful up close, before simply chucking it at the far end of the ritual circle, not before leaping out of the ritual circle as well.
The blast was blinding in its intensity. The ritual room shook but the circle held, holding back a storm of golden energy, crackling with such intensity he could feel it on his face, mere inches away from the boundary of the ritual circle.
"What was that?" Jin'Ya asked him, intrigued.
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #105 : Rasengan Galore!
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DoorMan #105
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes, before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
Jin'Ya deadpanned at him before flashing into the room right next to him, one of his claws expanding in size, heading towards the Chi storm. He might have warned them if it was someone else but not Jin'Ya, the dragon was leagues above anyone he knew in terms of absolute energy manipulation.
He knew that it had something to do with the fact that the older and stronger a dragon gets, the more energy dense they become, no matter their species. Jin'Ya, already made up mostly of energy anyway, had a natural advantage when it came to dealing with energy related incidents.
The barrier that kept the storm contained at the edge of the ritual circle stayed in place, only parting a bit as the claw entered it, trapping a small amount in a purple circle before the claw effortlessly came out of the containment, slightly smoking with golden fumes. "Hmm."
"What?" He asked the dragon, jumping on the balls of his feet, too excited about the new weapon he now had in his arsenal. He knew that all other variants of his Rasengan were destructive and was curious if the Chi one was the same or not. Did it perform mass healing for anyone in the range? Or did it give everyone super cancer as their cells desperately tried to make use of this absurd amount of Chi suddenly being pumped into their bodies with no clear pathway for their cells?
"It is destructive in its nature," Jin'Ya summarised before flicking his enlarged claw, dissipating that energy as the storm within the ritual circle too began dying down, almost a full minute after the point of impact. It was kind of scary how long he could keep the effect active, if he pumped as much energy as he could into the Rasengan.
"If you try this in an area full of humans, you will only find abominations and cancers after the spell is dispelled, same for most beings in the galaxy. Only the high level beings, like the Royal Asgardians, can take the attack head on and have their bodies healed instead of exploding into an uncontrollable mass of cells."
"Oh," he said, slightly saddened by this because he thought it could have utility in creating a giant area of healing with a single attack for mass healing in the middle of a battle.
"Alternatively," Jin'Ya continued, "you can try assembling a group of powerful people, not as strong as royal Asgardians but maybe on the level of the Kree or your resident Super Soldiers, and then subject them to the smallest level of Chi you can fling at them, and maybe that will heal them."
"Nah," He waved the suggestion off, "No need to risk anything. I will just not use it at all."
They exited the room and found themselves standing in front of a very excited Banner, "What was that?"
"That, Dr.Banner," His conjured arms spread wide apart, glowing yellow as he went for a repeat of his previous digalogue, only for Jin'Ya to swat at his arms and disintegrate them, "Don't."
"Spoilsport."
____xx___
As it turns out, after extensive testing, they could definitely answer that the Kinetic Lasers were very up there in terms of overall destructive prowess, sending lasers in all directions upon impact, with very high intensity.
But the one that would result in the highest possible casualties has to be the Water Rasengan, which just spewed water in all directions with such force that people would just be shredded apart before they could have an opportunity to drown.
It reeked of War Crimes to him so he resolved in not using that, at all. The imagery itself was horrible, he didn't know if he could even stomach the real thing happening.
The light one was the one that surprised him the most. The Light Door in and of itself was pretty much just a portable flashlight, with not that high of a brightness. BUT when he used the Light Rasengan, the result was very different.
Extreme Heat and light generated from the attack, capable of melting steel and blinding anyone in range. Finally, he had some sort of offensive attack with the light element.
Maybe now he could finally have something in his arsenal that would ward off the vampires. Speaking of vampires, he wondered what the Red Matron was doing?
He knew that after the Ta-LO operation, she was pretty injured and had retreated to heal her wounds because if the whispers were to be believed, the Ancient One ruthlessly used her as a meat shield, forcing her to tank all the attacks while the Ancient One herself prepared the attack that drove Dormammu off.
Even then, it was astonishing that the Ancient One had to literally sacrifice her arm for good. Like, intellectually, he knew that Dormammu was one big bad bastard, but to see the effects of fighting him off was humbling. He still had a long way to go but hopefully, he would never actually have to fight Dormammy himself.
He could just off Kaecilius and his merry band of zealots the second they try to attack Kamar Taj or if he was just lazy and failed in stopping them, rely on Strange to fend off Dormammu. After all, Stephen Strange was destined to be the best of us or so the Ancient One would say in a particular reality. He just hoped she was right because he still had flashes some times, of that horrible time in that fog, of those never ending hordes, of that sheer pain he had to endure to open a mere portal.
He really hoped, to Stan Lee, that he would never have to face the Demon himself.
"I was really hoping we could conduct some experiments with that. I think Extremis can absorb the energy you can throw off, specifically the life energy from that explosion."
His brows furrowed at the suggestion but he nodded, "Okay, schedule a time and send me a list for the equipment and we'll get it done."
Bruce nodded and went on his way, and he went his way. To the Portal Room.
Jin'Ya flicked his claw and a hole in reality opened up as he jumped into the portal and began falling down. Usually, he would just open up two small Air Doors beneath his feet to slow his fall and then a couple on his back and chest to stabilise his descent.
This time, he did no such thing as spider limbs conjured out of his back stabbed into the ground, stopping his descent. There was a jerk but it was negligible as he did a three point landing while standing upright.
He came face to face with the spaceship, his spaceship. It was not much, but it was his and he was going to do a complete makeover of the ship, armed with the recently acquired knowledge of enchantment and also the manual that had arrived earlier today.
Today, was the first day, to get to know the ins and outs of the ship. Tapping twice on the key, the ship's lights lit up twice as he entered the cabin and immediately coughed and used the Air Door to flush out the entire space, as the smell of fuel and chemicals was too heavy for him to breathe properly, and he was a superhuman.
He had a hunch that this particular restoration project was going to take a while.
Oh, well. It just meant he had more stuff to do and that was never a bad thing.
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DoorMan #105
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes, before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
Jin'Ya deadpanned at him before flashing into the room right next to him, one of his claws expanding in size, heading towards the Chi storm. He might have warned them if it was someone else but not Jin'Ya, the dragon was leagues above anyone he knew in terms of absolute energy manipulation.
He knew that it had something to do with the fact that the older and stronger a dragon gets, the more energy dense they become, no matter their species. Jin'Ya, already made up mostly of energy anyway, had a natural advantage when it came to dealing with energy related incidents.
The barrier that kept the storm contained at the edge of the ritual circle stayed in place, only parting a bit as the claw entered it, trapping a small amount in a purple circle before the claw effortlessly came out of the containment, slightly smoking with golden fumes. "Hmm."
"What?" He asked the dragon, jumping on the balls of his feet, too excited about the new weapon he now had in his arsenal. He knew that all other variants of his Rasengan were destructive and was curious if the Chi one was the same or not. Did it perform mass healing for anyone in the range? Or did it give everyone super cancer as their cells desperately tried to make use of this absurd amount of Chi suddenly being pumped into their bodies with no clear pathway for their cells?
"It is destructive in its nature," Jin'Ya summarised before flicking his enlarged claw, dissipating that energy as the storm within the ritual circle too began dying down, almost a full minute after the point of impact. It was kind of scary how long he could keep the effect active, if he pumped as much energy as he could into the Rasengan.
"If you try this in an area full of humans, you will only find abominations and cancers after the spell is dispelled, same for most beings in the galaxy. Only the high level beings, like the Royal Asgardians, can take the attack head on and have their bodies healed instead of exploding into an uncontrollable mass of cells."
"Oh," he said, slightly saddened by this because he thought it could have utility in creating a giant area of healing with a single attack for mass healing in the middle of a battle.
"Alternatively," Jin'Ya continued, "you can try assembling a group of powerful people, not as strong as royal Asgardians but maybe on the level of the Kree or your resident Super Soldiers, and then subject them to the smallest level of Chi you can fling at them, and maybe that will heal them."
"Nah," He waved the suggestion off, "No need to risk anything. I will just not use it at all."
They exited the room and found themselves standing in front of a very excited Banner, "What was that?"
"That, Dr.Banner," His conjured arms spread wide apart, glowing yellow as he went for a repeat of his previous digalogue, only for Jin'Ya to swat at his arms and disintegrate them, "Don't."
"Spoilsport."
____xx___
As it turns out, after extensive testing, they could definitely answer that the Kinetic Lasers were very up there in terms of overall destructive prowess, sending lasers in all directions upon impact, with very high intensity.
But the one that would result in the highest possible casualties has to be the Water Rasengan, which just spewed water in all directions with such force that people would just be shredded apart before they could have an opportunity to drown.
It reeked of War Crimes to him so he resolved in not using that, at all. The imagery itself was horrible, he didn't know if he could even stomach the real thing happening.
The light one was the one that surprised him the most. The Light Door in and of itself was pretty much just a portable flashlight, with not that high of a brightness. BUT when he used the Light Rasengan, the result was very different.
Extreme Heat and light generated from the attack, capable of melting steel and blinding anyone in range. Finally, he had some sort of offensive attack with the light element.
Maybe now he could finally have something in his arsenal that would ward off the vampires. Speaking of vampires, he wondered what the Red Matron was doing?
He knew that after the Ta-LO operation, she was pretty injured and had retreated to heal her wounds because if the whispers were to be believed, the Ancient One ruthlessly used her as a meat shield, forcing her to tank all the attacks while the Ancient One herself prepared the attack that drove Dormammu off.
Even then, it was astonishing that the Ancient One had to literally sacrifice her arm for good. Like, intellectually, he knew that Dormammu was one big bad bastard, but to see the effects of fighting him off was humbling. He still had a long way to go but hopefully, he would never actually have to fight Dormammy himself.
He could just off Kaecilius and his merry band of zealots the second they try to attack Kamar Taj or if he was just lazy and failed in stopping them, rely on Strange to fend off Dormammu. After all, Stephen Strange was destined to be the best of us or so the Ancient One would say in a particular reality. He just hoped she was right because he still had flashes some times, of that horrible time in that fog, of those never ending hordes, of that sheer pain he had to endure to open a mere portal.
He really hoped, to Stan Lee, that he would never have to face the Demon himself.
"I was really hoping we could conduct some experiments with that. I think Extremis can absorb the energy you can throw off, specifically the life energy from that explosion."
His brows furrowed at the suggestion but he nodded, "Okay, schedule a time and send me a list for the equipment and we'll get it done."
Bruce nodded and went on his way, and he went his way. To the Portal Room.
Jin'Ya flicked his claw and a hole in reality opened up as he jumped into the portal and began falling down. Usually, he would just open up two small Air Doors beneath his feet to slow his fall and then a couple on his back and chest to stabilise his descent.
This time, he did no such thing as spider limbs conjured out of his back stabbed into the ground, stopping his descent. There was a jerk but it was negligible as he did a three point landing while standing upright.
He came face to face with the spaceship, his spaceship. It was not much, but it was his and he was going to do a complete makeover of the ship, armed with the recently acquired knowledge of enchantment and also the manual that had arrived earlier today.
Today, was the first day, to get to know the ins and outs of the ship. Tapping twice on the key, the ship's lights lit up twice as he entered the cabin and immediately coughed and used the Air Door to flush out the entire space, as the smell of fuel and chemicals was too heavy for him to breathe properly, and he was a superhuman.
He had a hunch that this particular restoration project was going to take a while.
Oh, well. It just meant he had more stuff to do and that was never a bad thing.
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Who knows? Stark got shot this time around, lost tons of blood and is probably still sleeping, even weeks after the rescue, the warmonger suit will get done before the first proper ironman suit, and stark will probably die in his sleep once obi plucks the reactor out.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #106 : Outdated Manuals, Phantom Panic & Villainous laughter!
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DoorMan #106
Nepal, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"What in the everloving f*ck is this supposed to be?" he all but shouted, trying to make heads or tails about the ownership manual that Jin'Ya had supposedly gotten for him. It was very rare and it was clearly second-hand, judging by the missing as well as sticky pages.
Ewww. That was also the reason he was currently glad that he had no real hands to speak of and could discard his current conjured hands as soon as he was done touching the manual. Even then, the thought of where the manual could have been made him shudder and jump into the shower immediately. Alas, that was not the case because he only had about a week before the enchantments were supposed to be renewed and he did not plan on renewing them once more.
So, in one week, he was going to either build a hangar near the Red Hearth, and store it there to work on its restoration or he had a fun idea of making a smashing entry into the life of one Tony Stark.
The second idea was immature, unnecessarily risky and unpredictable in its outcome but it was fun, and that made a very heavy point in the favour. Still, though, that was very far away.
According to some very rough calculations he did earlier, equipped with his new Rasengan weaponry, his spider limbs, and newfound knowledge on enchantments, it should not take him more than three days to have a rudimentary Hangar up and running.
Well, he said Hangart but all it would be was a giant high ceiling empty space, with a potentially open roof for the spaceship to take off vertically, because his ship did have VTOL capacity, which was awesome!
God, this is what owning a car must feel like. Except the car is broken down, very old, does not come with a manual, has alien parts in them and has very questionable overall integrity.
Some would say that it is exactly like owning a first car.
He wondered why he never bought one in his past life, despite having the money to do so. Most probably something to do with high prices and him living in a city that had more than ample public transport. Plus, the really high taxes coupled with the high cost of ownership discouraged him further more, not to mention the low running he would have had since he spent the majority of his time in a single city, barely travelling out of the state.
At least that's what he remembered. He paused mid excavation of a bundle of wires, the conjurations flickering for a moment before he dropped the projections, the bundle of ancient wires landing on the ground, setting off a small plume of smoke.
"Huh," he muttered, his entire body freezing for a moment. "I really do not remember anymore?" He could still recall the details of the Marvel content he consumed, some of the comics data, some Marvel wiki reading, and more.
Yet, he could not remember anything else. His earlier experiences. His close friends, relatives, and more, he could not even recall. His college, his education, his first job, nothing.
By all means, the mere thought of that should have filled his entire body with panic. Yet, all he could feel was a dull ache, nothing more than a residual feeling, of knowing that something was lost but realising that it was not as significant as he thought it would be.
Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, he manifested a set of arms to grab the bundle of cables and lifted them up. Underneath the sea of cables, was a set of levers that should stop the flow of energy to the entirety of the ship.
Then, he can hook up auxiliary power to the whole thing, so that it becomes an environment he can actually work in. Despite it being very old, the battery in this thing was more than enough to create some rather gruesome wounds if he were to be exposed to the full load.
Humming a familiar tone, though he could not pinpoint the exact name of it, he got to work, creating multiple smaller latches for the wires to lock onto, so he could safely take everything out.
He just hoped that it would be somewhat doable, the task of getting this piece of junk properly mapped using the manual in three days.
__xx___
Okay, so spoiler alert. He could not get it done. Within the first 24 hours, he realised that the propulsion aspect of the spaceship was entirely separated from the rest of its subsystems. In the manual, which was very poorly translated, it was written that it was made like that on purpose so the propulsion aspect could remain separated from any finicky repairs that needed to be done.
So, the geek that he was, he just decided to rip apart most of the ship, gutting most of its systems before placing his own, or rather, humanity's systems on them.
So, he abandoned the ship, half torn apart in that palace before setting out to create the Hangar near the Red Hearth.
Thank Stan Lee that he had the foresight to request the barrier around the Red Hearth to be significantly larger than the required amount. That gave him ample space to begin digging and create the Red Hearth.
As was customary for Mars, he had to dig really deep into the planet to get to solid earth and then began the task of just demolition.
As he was the master of multitasking, he perfected his villain laugh with every Rasengan destruction bomb he threw in the small hole he dug with his spider limbs, with clouds of red dust exploding and turning the air around him red. That made his villainous laughter even more intimidating.
After that, it was just a question of acquiring multiple tall sheets of steel, joining them nice and tight, before casting spell after spell on them, engraving enchantments on every one of them. Structurally, the Hangar was not at all designed to survive, not even on the most moderate weather places on Earth but with the power of magic, he now had what was essentially a cuboid, that was so strong that it would take multiple Rasengan Bombs to dent them.
Unfortunately, he still did not have his portal ability back so he had to ask Jin'Ya to make a portal large enough to get the spaceship from that forest to the Hangar.
"Are you sure you don't want a newer ship? We can get you a much smaller one, one that will work every time." Jin'Ya suggested and he had been firm in his denial.
Yeah, a working spaceship was cool but from Jin'Ya's recount, he could tell that the ship he was talking about was small, like Milano small. The ship he had right now? It was just over a tenth of the size of the Dark Aster, the flagship ship of Ronan the Accuser.
It was massive, and he would get it working in anyhow condition. After all, how cool would it be to just pull up in front of the Chitauri in a ship surpassing the Leviathan in size and firepower?
Just thinking about it made him shudder in excitement.
So, it had been almost a week since Tony was rescued from Afghanistan and he was starting to wonder how long it would take for either Stane to make his move or for the law enforcement, i.e., SHIELD, to catch up on the real criminal.
Alas, a quick check of the news told him no such thing and the satellite tracking he had on Stark's Malibu house did not garner any results which made him curious because if the movies were to be believed, it took Tony only days to recover, design the new suit and perform the maiden flight from his home.
He had something in mind about the whole ice problem when Tony's suit eventually froze over.
"Welp," He clapped his conjured hands, creating a dull sound in the hangar, "Time to visit LA."
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #106
Nepal, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"What in the everloving f*ck is this supposed to be?" he all but shouted, trying to make heads or tails about the ownership manual that Jin'Ya had supposedly gotten for him. It was very rare and it was clearly second-hand, judging by the missing as well as sticky pages.
Ewww. That was also the reason he was currently glad that he had no real hands to speak of and could discard his current conjured hands as soon as he was done touching the manual. Even then, the thought of where the manual could have been made him shudder and jump into the shower immediately. Alas, that was not the case because he only had about a week before the enchantments were supposed to be renewed and he did not plan on renewing them once more.
So, in one week, he was going to either build a hangar near the Red Hearth, and store it there to work on its restoration or he had a fun idea of making a smashing entry into the life of one Tony Stark.
The second idea was immature, unnecessarily risky and unpredictable in its outcome but it was fun, and that made a very heavy point in the favour. Still, though, that was very far away.
According to some very rough calculations he did earlier, equipped with his new Rasengan weaponry, his spider limbs, and newfound knowledge on enchantments, it should not take him more than three days to have a rudimentary Hangar up and running.
Well, he said Hangart but all it would be was a giant high ceiling empty space, with a potentially open roof for the spaceship to take off vertically, because his ship did have VTOL capacity, which was awesome!
God, this is what owning a car must feel like. Except the car is broken down, very old, does not come with a manual, has alien parts in them and has very questionable overall integrity.
Some would say that it is exactly like owning a first car.
He wondered why he never bought one in his past life, despite having the money to do so. Most probably something to do with high prices and him living in a city that had more than ample public transport. Plus, the really high taxes coupled with the high cost of ownership discouraged him further more, not to mention the low running he would have had since he spent the majority of his time in a single city, barely travelling out of the state.
At least that's what he remembered. He paused mid excavation of a bundle of wires, the conjurations flickering for a moment before he dropped the projections, the bundle of ancient wires landing on the ground, setting off a small plume of smoke.
"Huh," he muttered, his entire body freezing for a moment. "I really do not remember anymore?" He could still recall the details of the Marvel content he consumed, some of the comics data, some Marvel wiki reading, and more.
Yet, he could not remember anything else. His earlier experiences. His close friends, relatives, and more, he could not even recall. His college, his education, his first job, nothing.
By all means, the mere thought of that should have filled his entire body with panic. Yet, all he could feel was a dull ache, nothing more than a residual feeling, of knowing that something was lost but realising that it was not as significant as he thought it would be.
Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, he manifested a set of arms to grab the bundle of cables and lifted them up. Underneath the sea of cables, was a set of levers that should stop the flow of energy to the entirety of the ship.
Then, he can hook up auxiliary power to the whole thing, so that it becomes an environment he can actually work in. Despite it being very old, the battery in this thing was more than enough to create some rather gruesome wounds if he were to be exposed to the full load.
Humming a familiar tone, though he could not pinpoint the exact name of it, he got to work, creating multiple smaller latches for the wires to lock onto, so he could safely take everything out.
He just hoped that it would be somewhat doable, the task of getting this piece of junk properly mapped using the manual in three days.
__xx___
Okay, so spoiler alert. He could not get it done. Within the first 24 hours, he realised that the propulsion aspect of the spaceship was entirely separated from the rest of its subsystems. In the manual, which was very poorly translated, it was written that it was made like that on purpose so the propulsion aspect could remain separated from any finicky repairs that needed to be done.
So, the geek that he was, he just decided to rip apart most of the ship, gutting most of its systems before placing his own, or rather, humanity's systems on them.
So, he abandoned the ship, half torn apart in that palace before setting out to create the Hangar near the Red Hearth.
Thank Stan Lee that he had the foresight to request the barrier around the Red Hearth to be significantly larger than the required amount. That gave him ample space to begin digging and create the Red Hearth.
As was customary for Mars, he had to dig really deep into the planet to get to solid earth and then began the task of just demolition.
As he was the master of multitasking, he perfected his villain laugh with every Rasengan destruction bomb he threw in the small hole he dug with his spider limbs, with clouds of red dust exploding and turning the air around him red. That made his villainous laughter even more intimidating.
After that, it was just a question of acquiring multiple tall sheets of steel, joining them nice and tight, before casting spell after spell on them, engraving enchantments on every one of them. Structurally, the Hangar was not at all designed to survive, not even on the most moderate weather places on Earth but with the power of magic, he now had what was essentially a cuboid, that was so strong that it would take multiple Rasengan Bombs to dent them.
Unfortunately, he still did not have his portal ability back so he had to ask Jin'Ya to make a portal large enough to get the spaceship from that forest to the Hangar.
"Are you sure you don't want a newer ship? We can get you a much smaller one, one that will work every time." Jin'Ya suggested and he had been firm in his denial.
Yeah, a working spaceship was cool but from Jin'Ya's recount, he could tell that the ship he was talking about was small, like Milano small. The ship he had right now? It was just over a tenth of the size of the Dark Aster, the flagship ship of Ronan the Accuser.
It was massive, and he would get it working in anyhow condition. After all, how cool would it be to just pull up in front of the Chitauri in a ship surpassing the Leviathan in size and firepower?
Just thinking about it made him shudder in excitement.
So, it had been almost a week since Tony was rescued from Afghanistan and he was starting to wonder how long it would take for either Stane to make his move or for the law enforcement, i.e., SHIELD, to catch up on the real criminal.
Alas, a quick check of the news told him no such thing and the satellite tracking he had on Stark's Malibu house did not garner any results which made him curious because if the movies were to be believed, it took Tony only days to recover, design the new suit and perform the maiden flight from his home.
He had something in mind about the whole ice problem when Tony's suit eventually froze over.
"Welp," He clapped his conjured hands, creating a dull sound in the hangar, "Time to visit LA."
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.