#disembodiedjarvis

[rosemaryhart-blog]

Hardly Working.

Rosie was even starting to annoy herself with the way she was drumming the end of her pen against the desk. The other interns had all ran out of patience over half an hour again and excused themselves to lunch or to the wider labs but Rosie had remained. This must have been what writers block felt like.

She stared down at the circuit board beneath the magnifying glass but just felt her temper rise and so leaned back and began tapping the pen again. She had promised to work out this microcircuitry and have an up and running model to demonstrate to Stark in three days, but it wasn't working. The other interns were right, she should have depended on the CAD and 3D printing systems to get this thing put together like the others said...but noooo, she had to prove how steady hands.

Grumping again, she dropped her head forwards and tried to focus but it just wasn't happening. Rosie had lost her groove.

[frostbitten-silence]

Frost in the Tower

Lucas walked in through the doors of the tower knowing that they were all out on some kind of mission. He didn't even know why he was here. Maybe to try and get over a fear of something. He slipped into the elevator and went up to the floor he had been in before. He looked around seeing that everything had been repaired after his little war against the people of this realm. He took a deep breath as he walked to the same window that he had tossed the Man of Iron out of. It was like he had never been here. Though he had doubted they would keep looking like he had left it. He wasn't expected to be spoken to at all.

[icausedwar]

[DisembodiedJarvis]

"Jarvis, this calculation isn't panning out. What is this bullshit anyway? Is that-no. Just-No. This isn't what I was working on just ten minutes ago. What is this? Statistics on men's life spans? Is this a joke or am I missing the punchline?"

[terrible-privilege]

Patent Pending

After saving the world and becoming famous all over again, Tony had retired into his Malibu home lab to work, and work, and work. JARVIS became his only company as Pepper grew increasingly busier, working on the next three towers, pulling media attention to the arc reactor powering his tower, and running Stark Industries. He didn't envy her.

But hey, at least it meant he got some peace and quiet. The Mark VII had been trashed within an hour of its first deployment, and he'd already designed the Mark VIII. The skeleton of the new suit was sitting in the corner, facing his cars, waiting to be built and used.

It was safe to say that Tony had run out of things to tinker with, and if he wanted to have anything else to work on, he'd need to invent something totally new. Which, frankly, was the idea he went with, because he would much rather sit in his lab and work through the night than toss and turn and get zero sleep anyway. It wasn't often that he avoided the nightmares, and that was only on the rare occasion that he got drunk enough.

It was around three in the morning - and Tony's fourth cup of coffee, fifth cup of scotch (he alternated) - with Tony staring blankly at the skeletal suit, and the beaten and battered suits lined up against the wall, that inspiration struck. It was the perfect idea because hey, it was something no one had tried before, and wouldn't it be exhilarating to be the first?

So he decided to build a body for JARVIS. A real, synthetic, working body, not just a robot or a drone. Something that worked with his core as a heart, with data as his blood, something that lived and breathed and was the bridge between human and robot.

"JARVIS, new project file, on my private server only. Name it..." he paused, contemplating. "JARVIS B." He smirked, nodding to himself and reaching for a glass of scotch - sue him, he skipped a cup of coffee, but the adrenaline was enough to keep him going, and the scotch would turn his mind in the right direction. 

Tony waved his hands and pulled out the interface, setting the glass down and making designs in the air, watching their creation as he started to put the pieces together. "You're gonna love this, JARVIS."

[katesgotabow]

how did we end up here? || Jarvis || AU/CLOSED

Kate ran her fingers through her hair, looking a bit more frazzled than she usually did. The girl was waiting impatiently where Jarvis said he'd meet her, and he was officially ten minutes late. The debated on leaving, but then she wouldn't get what she needed. And today was already a bad enough day. She was sitting on the designated bench, her knees bouncing up and down as she impatiently waited.  She pulled her coat closer around her tiny body and huffed. "C'mon, Jarv, where the fuck are you...." she muttered, glancing around for any sign of the man.

[frostbitten-silence]

Frost Living In The Tower

Lucas had been living in Stark Tower for nearly a year. It had been fun. He often messed with Tony whenever the man was around. He was also in a very steady and serious relationship with the human Jarvis. He was happy with him and was glad to be there. 

The once-god was wandering the kitchen with a slightly heavy mind. Jarvis had went out with Tony to do god knows what. He had something he needed to tell the now human. He took a deep breath as he started to eat a banana. He stood at the large glass wall and stared out over the city. He really wanted him to come home so he could talk to him.

[terrible-privilege]

Desert Sun (AU)

Obie had told him, over and over, what an important weapons demonstration this would be. How he couldn't leave the unveiling of the Jericho to any representative, how it had to be him. And not to worry, he'd have a caravan of soldiers with him.

But that caravan of soldiers really hadn't meant much when they'd been eaten through with bullets. And Tony had no idea where Rhodey'd gone, if he was still alive, or what. His world was falling apart around him, despair and blood and ruin coated in desert sand.

He pulled out his phone, flipped it open, dialed straight through to JARVIS' mainframe, when he saw, more than heard, a missile land near him. And saw, in those damning white letters, Stark Industries printed along the side. He scrambled up and back, but it didn't mean much, not with his own tech, and the explosion was enough to send him flying back and rattle his bones, punch all the air out of him and pierce through his bulletproof vest. 

[katesgotabow]

what about now? || CLOSED || Jarv

Kate was pacing, trying to keep a fairly calm composure while she waited impatiently. It was rather nerve wrecking having to wait for him. She called the night before when she got in, in a bit of a panic. Vince had lost it on her, and though he'd apologized for it, she was still shaken and bruised. The make up helped, but there wan't enough concealer in the world to fully cover the black eye she had. 

So no one would ask her while she was in public though, she kept her eyes on her feet, hood pulled far over her eyes to hide them in shadow. Kate knew freaking out like she was, was not good for her, but she didn't have a whole lot of other options. She'd seen Vince mad, but not like that. Not enough to bruise her like he had. So she now had more justification to be scared.

[thedaughterofthorodinson]

Got a Sec?

“Thor does it by default,” explained Jarvis, eyes dancing, “he is of Asgard, as you probably know, and sometimes forgets his strength. Sir, on the other hand, messes seem to follow him around like puppies. Very. Disobedient. Puppies.”

And he managed to keep a straight face as he said it, though he was having a hard time doing so.

"Hmm.. Yea i know where he is from.." She smiles. She finished her dinner and looked at him, Her eyes dancing and playing. Her face was curious kind of wanting to try something but decides not to.

She couldnt help but laugh. "How could you keep a straight face?" 

[terrible-privilege]

disembodiedjarvis:

Letting out a little sound, Jarvis barely had time to bring up a hand to block the wrench before he was clocked. Hard.

It sent him spiraling to the floor, and Jarvis’ suspicions were confirmed.

Taking a moment to clear things, Jarvis rose easily back to his feet in a defensive stance.

“Sir, you are not yourself,” said Jarvis, reaching for his own tool, which happened to be another wrench, “put down the wrench, please.”

Tony grinned a dark, wicked thing. "Oh, I'm the best I've ever been, old buddy." 

The blue curled around his heart, and squeezed. Reminded him of his purpose, to topple the Avengers, and to start with the AI in his home. Because if he could knock out Jarvis, then no one else could be alerted before things got out of hand. And if he got Jarvis out of the equation, no one could stop him from using the armor.

"And, no. What happened to all that dry wit? Since when do you beg?" 

[misspottsbot]

Disembodiedjarvis came into the lab

"Hello sir! How may I be of assistance today?"

[thedaughterofthorodinson]

@disembodiedjarvis

A tall girl about 5'8", with curly long blonde-brown hair walked down the street. She was told to meet a man in the cafe at the end of this street she was on. She Wasnt sure who she was looking for but was ready to find out. She wore a beautiful short dress and a cute flower in her hair. She looked stunning, she hoped who ever she was meeting would truely be impressed and like her as a person. She arrived at the cafe waiting to be seated. She sat at the bench for the waiter. She looked around her, hoping to figure out who she was meeting.

[snarkyai]

Mysty Mountain Cafe | disembodiedjarvis

It was strange to have free time. Jarvis muse over the strange fact as he took a sip from his cup, savoring the rich taste of a well done espresso. It's not so bad, being idle, sometimes, he thought as he stared out the window into the light rain, mind far away from anything to do with the tablet laid on the table before him.

He barely even paid attention at the wavery images of people moving through the weather, only occasionally flicking a glance at the other occupants of the cafe.

[shielddeputydirector]

disembodiedjarvis is on file

Maria had a soft spot for JARVIS, and always had. She often forgot he was an AI, and to be honest, sometimes doubted herself if he really was Artificial and not just Intelligent.

"JARVIS, where is he?" She was standing in the lobby of The Tower, her head near to one of the panels arranged to serve as interactive maps of the building for guests. She spoke low, and hoped the AI was listening.