Benjamin Grimm (
revoltndevelopment) wrote2012-10-04 07:43 pm
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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!]
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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...Morn'n Suzie.
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[He sits up proper and shakes his head. Ring'n in his ears. Kinda. That's not right.]
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[Sue gasps, leaps to her feet, and is so huggy. Like you wouldn't believe!]
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[And hey, armful of Miss Richards get. He rumbles a low chuckle and returns the hug with one arm, steadying himself against the nearest solid surface with the other.]
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[Have a Sue Richards hanging from your neck now, until she slides down and looks up]
Gosh, it feels like its been years!
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[Sue reaches over and picks up her journal.]
We aren't in New York anymore. You should read this.
[And she opens the journal up to the guide]
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[He takes the book as it's offered and mutters under his breath.]
Reed and his blam'n portals.
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[She gives him a minute, casually leaning against a wall.]
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[He flips through the book, taking in the gist of it. Barrier. Malnosso. Third Party.]
...Didn't we just finish fight'n someone else's war?
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[She shrugs]
Timeline problems. Space...time...continuum thing.
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[He looks up from the book and raises a cracked ridge at her.]
That...Timey-Wimey Wibbly-wobbly $#%*@?
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[Sue honestly laughs, a milk-glass bulldozer forming to push debris out of the Ben-shaped hole]
And yea, its like some crap out of Doctor Who.
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[A lot happened since then. He'd missed plenty when he'd been in France. Caught up with Steve and Sue when he came back. Timelines are a pain.]
We made funovit f'a reason Suzie.
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[She grimaces at the memory.]
Why don't we get you your pants back. And then you get to meet the neighbors.
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[He frowns down at the mostly shredded pair he was wearing. They even fit. Musta been nice when they weren't a mess.]
Yeah....let's get on that.
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[She looks down at his shredded pants, and the...ducky...underwear below]
You're still wearing those things?
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[She beckons for Ben to follow, a roll of her eyes accompanying the idea of anything in Luceti being grand...]
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[A low chuff of laughter as he falls in step behind her, avoiding the worst of the debris from his grand entrance.]
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[And out into the hall they go]
Say, you didn't happen to land with a journal like mine, did you?
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[Still he pats himself down, frowns at a little outline to one side of his shredded pants. Pulls it out from his waistband.]
Nevermind.
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[She leads the way out of building 5]
I'll assume your going to take a bedroom with me, yea?
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[He follows along, flipping through his journal to check the guide again. See if he missed anything vital. He'd spend most of the day doing that, checking and double checking, finding questions that hadn't been asked just yet.]
Can't think of anyone else that'd want me Suzie.
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