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4. Any orders.

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[Mr. Baggins, what would you say to some accidentally magical items found in the huge mess of gold that the dragon left?]

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shired - 2015-01-23 04:32 (UTC) - Expand

The redheaded elf mage sat up on the scaffolding flipping through a book, "Solas? What are you doing with a copy of Hard in Hightown?"

A better question might be how could there possibly be so many copies and why could Varric give her a good answer on what a movable press was. He was so squirrely. Especially because these weren't hand written.

"You wouldn't be reading it to inspire your paintings or for a bedtime story, would you?" teasing. "Although Blackwall hinted that the boring pages were used in the outhouse."

Edited 2015-01-22 20:57 (UTC)

[only current on Zero and UBW anime as a warning! Cross canon welcomed, PM for shipping.]

[m/m for shippy nonsense]

It didn't matter how it happened. Science was sort of like that. No one cared about the origin of the thing any more. They only wanted the result or what applications of the result might further result in. Tony was about fifty-fifty. Most of the time, ideas just came to him or he stumbled upon them while trying not to blow something else up. He had a patented disregard for his own safety whenever he was in the lab. That afternoon was pretty much the same as always...

Minus the little drinking game he and Thor had been having.

At least Stark knew when to stop before he passed out. Sort of. He'd pounded back a lot of scotch before he realized that nothing much was phasing Thor. He called him a cheater -- more or less good-naturedly -- and had gotten up to mess with whatever the invention du jour happened to be...

The explosion (because JARVIS didn't always manage to keep them from happening) caused the room to go pure white for a moment. Tony had no idea if he lost consciousness or not. "Okay...who the hell let the bus in," he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He felt like a mess and his hair was standing on end.