It was dark outside and the skies were dark, he was within the observatory and his eyes were locked onto the starlit skies. He was currently working on something, some kind of helmet for himself and well, he had already burnt himself multiple times and he would listen to the sound chirps that came from his robotic kiwi companion, Dum-E. "What? No." He said with a sudden scowl glaring the the robotic bird using a paw to push them away but they only came back with a few chirps and pecking at Stark's large paw "Hey, stop that or so help me, I'm going to dismantle you." This made Dum-E step back a bit only to squint its camera-like eyes at the wolfdog trying to figure out what was wrong with Sir Ferro yet it wasn't like he was able to talk especially since Stark had yet to make such an installation and he was sure that the canine wanted to keep it that way. Stark stared down at his small project reaching underneath it to try and turn it on but it ended up burning his paw, he shook it a bit only to glare at the piece of headgear "Fucking shit." The kiwi would let out a few robotic chirps taking the time to crawl into Stark's shoulder to nuzzle into the other's cheek, Stark wasn't amused by this at all though he didn't say anything else as he worked some more on the helmet.

Finally the lights in the eyes of the helmet lit up and Stark felt a happy all of a sudden, had it really worked "LOOK DUM-E! IT'S WORKING! IT WORKI-" That's when he felt a few sparks fly off of said headgear and soon enough one of the eyes popped and it went completely down. Dead. He let his head hit the table he had been working on covering his eyes with his paws and started muttering out curses what he didn't notice was that his back was on fire. He was so accustomed to pain that he barely even noticed it nowadays as he put his paw on the helmet "For fucks sake. . . Let it work. . ." Dum-E began to screech at the sight of the fire and proceeded to get some water in an attempt to extinguish it. It only partially worked though Stark eventually dumped some water onto his back not seeming to care that it smelt like burnt fur now, he took a deep breath staring at the helmet. 'Maybe, you're just a failure. . . Like man like his inventions, I suppose. . .' He thought hiding his face in his paws and pressing his claws into his cranium in a bout of frustration. "Failed." He muttered scribbling it down in his journal.

/take this as a type of meet n greet

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He shoved away the headgear in a sudden bout of anger only to pin his ears against his head ready to cuss out the damn thing though a voice broke into his thoughts and killed the silence before Stark could with sharp words. "Yes, I'm Stark. . . Wow, I'm that popular already?" The last bit was half a jest and half a sneer at himself, his eyes would stay on the damaged helmet not uttering much of a word before hearing Anzarel ask him if he was alright. Was he alright? Fuck if he knew. All he knew was that he wanted the stupid piece of machinery to work, he grabbed onto the soldering iron ready to just scrap the piece of headgear though he only proceeded to put on his mask again to not hurt his eyes. Stupid piece of shit. So stupid. "I'm fine. Can't you see I'm in the prime of my life? I'm happy, happy, happy. . ." The last happy was muffled by the welding mask as he concealed most of his emotions, which were pissed the fuck off, frustrated, and destructive. He wants to just throw away and scrap most of what he had ever created. He paused for a moment still holding onto the soldering iron but only stopped because he felt a few tears blossoming at his eyes. He wasn't taking the mask off for sure, he didn't want anyone to see him like this. He didn't even know this people. He got distracted for a moment and ended up shocking himself "Son of a b-bitch!" He shook his paw a bit to try and get a feeling to it before hearing more voices.

He didn't bother turning in their direction only to say "I'm fine." His voice blunt and sharp, though the next question made his ears twitched "It's for me. It's headgear and when I go into a fight, it'll provide some form of protection," He said quietly wanting to demonstrate all the features he managed to get into it yet he was unable to do so because it wasn't even working at the time. Once he had gotten rid of most of the tears, he lifted up the welding mask to see who was there. He mentally winced at the sight of Pimostra though he didn't stay on her for too long as he glanced at the other three.

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