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He thought he was just going to take a break. A nice open spot among the rubble of a leveled building was suitable enough. The ceiling was gone crushed a year ago when the worst of the invasion had hit Locke. Most of the city had been rebuilt, but a few remnants of that fateful day remained. Idly Tony kicked at some debris as he hunkered down for a rest, but suddenly he wasn't in the ruins anymore.

He was in side some really gaudy building, a theater maybe? A church? He couldn't tell, but there was... a spotlight. The events that followed were nothing short of bizarre.

Quickly he found himself a passenger in his own- no, his other's body. This wasn't him, he knew as soon as he realized that no matter how hard he strained he had no command over what was happening. He was simply a witness, riding along while the whole world went completely bonkers around him. As it turns out, his other was quite the actor, as was this strange monocle wearing guy who turned into a beetle or something. What is even happening he just doesn't know.

Meanwhile anyone outside would be witness to quite a show- a one-sided play. Followed by an even more impressive one-sided battle. Much of the already destroyed terrain only got more destroyed as Tony hopped around completely against his will. Bullets flying, Rebellion crushing easily through fallen concrete like it was dry and brittle wood. On his own side he was overwhelmed. The power of this man he was riding along as was immense, almost unfathomable. But the echo held him firmly in its grip, there just wasn't enough time to really think about any of it.

At the end when he was standing still, arm still raised after his final curtain-call bullet shot straight into the air, the echo released him. He let out an alarmed sound and collapsed, thoroughly exhausted. Even during the invasion he'd not fought like that, and it truly did feel like he'd just fought an epic battle against a foe of ridiculous power.

What in the hell?

Tony's just going to stay there for a while trying to sort out his brain and catch his breath, because wow.

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That's it. I want off this ride. I don't give a damn about saving the world or whatever. I've had enough. Shit's gone stupid. I didn't sign up for fucking bullshit mothmen or whatever the fuck all of that was, I'm out. Canceling my subscription. Someone take these goddamned numbers I've had enough.

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That doesn't do much to place the scene in context.

[He's been debating it, but he at least has to express some concern over this. After another moment:]

Please be careful about it.

I don't even know how to place the scene in context. Insane? Does insane cover it?

[Oh. He saw that. Did he? Oops.]

It'll be okay. I just need to forget for a while I'm sorry.

I suppose it might.

[Yeah, sorry Tony. One of those conversations isn't locked.]

I'm not trying to be judgemental about it. [Even though he thinks it's an incredibly bad idea. This fortunately doesn't hit him in the worst way possible this time, because there's nothing suggesting his own involvement. That had been the problem when he'd gotten angry over it early in their acquaintance.] And I know I cannot stop you. Just be careful.

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You know me. I'm pretty durable. And I'm in Locke anyway you won't have to worry about it.

[At least he's not an aggressive drunk. Just a tired and huggy one. Not that he'd want to be drunk around Nathan anyway, what with how much it bothers him and all.]

I don't have a lot of other ways to calm down.

[Toys don't work for everyone.]

You have somewhere safe to go?

[It isn't concern for his own safety, necessarily. He's just seen what this does to people. Another delay, and then:]

I'm getting overbearing, aren't I? I'm sorry.

No. You're not. I appreciate it... Didn't really think you'd care that much. Sorry. That was kind of an ass thing to say I don't mean it like that.

[More like. He knows how much Nathan hates alcohol so him not cutting him off completely is extremely touching. Tony's not sure where he stands anymore, but he's glad even after his little fit he's not been abandoned yet.]

Jacob came to found me.

[Oops his texting is getting a little funny.]

[He recognizes that it's something that people do. That some degree of usage is common and even normal. He knows his issue is his own and that not everyone is his father. He can't shun people for a common indulgence; it would not be fair.

[He frowns a little at the first bit, but. He understands what Tony means, he thinks.

[He notices that the texting is a little off, though. Which means that he needs to get out for now.] Okay. I will leave you to it for now. Just please let me know you are okay tomorrow.

[It probably isn't strictly necessary. But he'd like to make sure Tony understands that he isn't cutting him off. Just that he needs to bow out while it's happening.]

If you want we can talk more. Later. When my head's back in the game.

[Right now he needs his head out of the game. The game's gone too wild for him, and he needs a cool down. Sorry, Nate, but he understands.]

yeah. Tomorrow.

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