revoltndevelopment | Issue # 001 - SUDDENLY! A Wild Thing Appears! [Action]

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Issue # 001 - SUDDENLY! A Wild Thing Appears! [Action]

Falling dreams are normal. You lock up with a start in your bed whenever you hit the ground, blink up at the ceiling before rolling over and going back to bed. Or you wake up mid fall, hit the carpet, groan, then climb back in to fall asleep again. Or try to. They're universal. If you can fall or fly or know of the concept- you can have a falling dream.

Ben Grimm has flying dreams, most often. Not the ones where you sail along in the middle of nowhere in nothing but your pajamas- flight dreams of controls and cockpits and the thrill of the test. Pushing a carefully crafted machine to the limit and then some. Twisting mid air and hitting the highest peak before plummeting down with all the weight of gravity wrapping around his gut and giving it a solid yank. That's his kind of falling dream.

Normally when he has them, he wakes up when he hits the ground.

Waking up mid fall is odd.

Waking up literally mid-air?

A revolt'n development.

He can't see or hear past the rush of wind, can't really get a good look at the ground beyond an impression of trees, houses, water way out over to the side. No sign of Reed, Sue, or Johnny. Nowhere soft to land either.

"Aw $%#@%!"

The landing's rough. He's had rougher, but he thinks he skips a few times. Barrels through a few trees. Clips a building, glances off a roof somewhere. Lands in...he has no idea. But the wall shears open like tissue paper and he finally rumbles to a stop, swearing in a low, gravely voice.

"...hate when that happens."

[ooc: Break time if you like, Ben can land anywhere and everywhere- in your home, in front of your place of business, in the fountain. Find him wherever you want! Break time!]

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"Nope. That was an all-natural side-effect of this place. Randomly screwing with reality, and yanking people in from other worlds.

Mind the wings."

Wings. Right. Look here slim I'll buy be'n in a new world with strange people that know 'bout me. But wings? I ain't at the pearly gates here.

"Really."

I held out a hand, channeled my will, and said, "Ventas Servitas."

It wasn't precise, when I controlled the winds like this, but I could grab something and tug on it lightly. I'd used it to fetch small items, my staff or various potions...

I'd never used it to tug on a wing, though. Until now.

[Okay. That was new, and weird, and it made him jump a bit and scowl. Time t'get up. He grumbles under his breath and starts climbing out of the hole, dusts himself off, and glares down at the guy.]

Cute.

I can do somth'n like that too.

[Ben lifts a gravely hand. Snaps his fingers, creating a mini shockwave.]

Onic-say Oom-Bay.

Oh, shit. Oh shit. Okay, that was supposed to be funny, not piss off the giant pile of rocks.

As he came toward me, I began gathering my energy for a shield. Not that I really thought a shield was gonna stand up to the freaking Thing, but it was better than letting him pulp my head.

As he raised his hand, I raised mine also, conjuring my shield.

... And then he snapped. And said 'Onic-say Oom-bay.'

A few fragments of my bed shifted in the miniature shockwave. Not even big ones. I had conjured my shield against a light breeze.

"... Smartass."

Just one of tha many services I offer.

[Whatever the guy had been do'n, and whatever he'd done before gave Ben enough cause to think that this guy was somth'n of a magical sort.]

You know Strange?

"... I pretty much live strange, Ben. Is it alright if I call you Ben? I'm kind of a fan."

Stephen Strange...and yer not one of tha chase down t'get scraps of clothing fans, are ya?

"Oh, hell's bells, no. Unless I need 'em for a spell, and I can't figure out why the hell I would. And I'm pretty sure Dr. Strange is way out of my league, but I'm familiar, yes."

...

[Have an unsure side eye. A very long, unsure side eye. But someone familiar with him enough to be a fan of his and familiar with Strange prolly wouldn't make trouble. Ben nods to himself and extends a gravely mitt.]

G'head. Call me Ben. Whadda I call you?

I cautiously took the enormous stone hand and shook it, grinning. Not that I figured he'd try to hurt me, but because a hand that huge and powerful, it wouldn't be that hard to hurt me just on accident. I mean, I'm a pretty big guy, but there's a difference.

"Harry Dresden. To confirm what you probably already guessed, I'm a wizard."

Heh. Franklin loves those books.

[Ben's careful when he curls his hand around Harry's and gives it a shake. He's been like this for a long while- knows how to shake hands and play nice without break'n people. Really. This ain't a new thing t'him.]

Bet ya get tired of hear'n it, though.

"Tired of hearing what?"

Awman don't make me say it.

[Ben sighs, shrugs, and levels a somber look down at one Harry Dresden. Makes his best imitation of Hagrid's voice.]

Yer a wizard, Harry.

... Son of a bitch.

"... That. Okay, yeah. That I get tired of."

Ben Grimm, you were so much cooler before you did that.

Gotta be a pain. Sorry slim.

[Have one large mitt patting you on the shoulder Harry. He's being gentle. Really. Honest.]

"Well, hell, I'm sure you hear worse, so I guess I shouldn't complain."

My personal favorite is "aiiiiie, don't eat my baby."

[Complete with mock flailing. He's such a great actor. You don't even know.]

"Yeah. People are dicks sometimes. Makes you wonder why w-you stick your neck out for 'em. But you don't really have a choice, do you?"

Well. The way I see it the only thing worse than going around and eat'n babies is sitt'n on my @#$ and watch'n someone else going around and eat'n babies, and doing nothing. Proves 'em wrong. And even if they yell and moan and run sometimes...

[He wonders if he'll ever be able to think about that kid and that song again without feeling guilty. Prolly not.]

...Sometimes y'make a role model outta yourself. Sometimes kids need it. Gives people hope, y'know?

"Knew there was a reason I liked you."

Y'mean aside from my rugged good looks?

"Well, hey, pretty as you are, I'm afraid I don't swing that way."

Good, I'm a taken man as it is. Glad I don't have ta let ya down gentle.

For a minute I think about Susan and the situation waiting for me back home.

And the grin fades.

"In seriousness, there's a few things you need to know. First off, you're not in your own reality right now, you're in sort of a pocket reality. Most of us came from different versions of Earth. Second off... you may run into people you recognize. As in, from movies. Luke Skywalker, among others."