revoltndevelopment | 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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He's really not. It could've been a jackhammer though, Ben.

Well, I didn't know. Never tried to sarve my name into anything that can hit me back.

I wouldn't hit ya Clint. I'd shotput ya into the nearest lake.

[Sue just nods]

He would.

Good thing I can swim then.

[Not that he'd try and it would probably hurt like hell.]

What d'we call that when we're inna fight Suzie? The 'Fastball Special' or somth'n?

That was Wolverine and Colossus, Ben.

You have a hell of a lot of superheros in your world, don't you?

[He'd heard it but the true scope was only just starting to hit him.]

It's not like they gotta patent on th' name.

[He shakes his head and lifts a hand to scrub the back of his neck.]

Well...yeah. They been popp'n up everywhere. Y'got Mutants, y'got scientists that get hit with chemicals or radiation or just have crazy inventions, y'got magicians and aliens...

And then there are the oddballs like you, who just do it.

Well, I suppose I was never gonna have anything like a normal life. Why not ramp it up to the extremes.

What's your Hawkeye's excuse?

He was good at it.

[Ben lifts a shoulder.]

Grew up in th'circus. Stole stuff f'abit. Avengers got on him and took him in, helped him clean up his act.

Yea, trained with some guy named Swordsman, and I think it was Cap that got him turned around in the end.

Can't argue with that.

[Their next words giv him pause though and he'd never given it much consideration. Maybe he'd just assumed that things would be completely different.]

Swordsman and Trickshot.

[He shrugged one shoulder.]

Not that different after all, I guess.

Trickshot? That was that guy's name?

[Sue shrugs]

You know them, then?

If it's who I'm thinking of, then yes.

Yeah, I know them. Knew them. It was a long time ago. They trained me, taught me how to shoot, how to throw knives. Then I picked up a few things myself.

Never met either of them in my world.

You, Ben?

Heard of 'em, yeah. Never met 'em.

You're not missing much if they're anything like they were for me. They were not... nice people. I was too dumb to realise that until it was too late.

[And he'd ended up worse than either of them, most likely.]