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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[That doesn't sit right, or sound right. Loki doesn't do truces unless it's a trick or a plan- but discussing a war does take a little of the fire out of Ben. Has him standing back with his arms crossed and waiting for some kind of explanation.]
It's Loki, kid. This is prolly something he made. He does that. It's his gig.
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[He's settled down. That's- that's a good sign, right? No clobberin' time for a while? ...Please?]
Have you checked your back yet? Because you really should.
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[Complete with air quotes, though he does relax just a smidge. He didn't hear running, he hadn't been stabbed, and hey. Kid's talking sense. The Avengers were here- Cap. Tony. Who knows who else. It wouldn't be a bad idea t'listen.]
...my back?
[He scowls and peers over. Stares at the feathers for a long moment then looks back at the kid.]
This ain't right.
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[Billy reaches back, drawing aside his cloak enough to reveal his own wings, blue as his magic.]
This is Luceti- we're in another world. Maybe even a whole other universe, considering how many it drags people in from. [And then, since it's the only test he knows to use-] Do you, uh. Have any idea who I am?
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[He scrubs a hand over his face, the sound not unlike rocks scraping over pavement. Another world. Without Reed. Fantastic.]
Y'sure this innit an illusion? Absolutely sure?
[He blinks behind his hand and peeks out, blue eyes narrowed.]
Not a blam'n clue Kid.
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If it's an illusion, it's a good one, and Loki isn't responsible for it. I doubt he'd let the kind of things happen here affect him if he was.
[He considers using the pin Sue had given him, just in case Loki reappears or Ben goes on the attack again, but it might just make things worse to have the both of them here. Not to mention that he probably left it at home, oops.]
I'm Wiccan- with the Young Avengers. It's an honour to meet you.
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[So. Not an illusion. Not something Reed put together either- on purpose or on accident. That counted out most of the things this could be in his experience.]
Well y'know me already. Ben Grimm, the Thing. Call me Ben. [He extends a rocky hand.]
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Got it- Ben, then. Listen, Sue's here. I can take you to her, and she can explain everything.
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Suzie? Great. Take me to her- she's probably as confused as I am.
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...Okay. It's faster if I just take you there directly, so don't move.
[He lifts his hands, muttering under his breath as his magic flares to life around them, blue fire swirling around to teleport them off to Building 5.]
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[Oh. Hey. Magic.
It always made his hide tingle a bit. Made him feel like he'd been rubbed down with mint or somth'n. He keeps still, keeps his eye on the kid because wow that coulda happened anytime before they started talk'n- and the kid chose to talk anyway. Points in his book.]
...nice trick.
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Thanks. Come on, I'll take you to Sue.
[And off he leads to the apartment /o/]
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Later on, some time after dinner and after giving Ben a chance to settle in, he'll swing by out of costume to see how things are going.
With or without the boyfriend depending on schedules]no subject
Hey kiddo. Sorry 'bout th'mess back there. Th'Loki I know is...well. A big ol' bag of nasty.
yaaaaay teddy's incoming c:
[Billy glances to the side, reaching out to grab Teddy by the hand and tug him closer. He's not sure if they've met - or if Ben would remember Teddy or recognize him out of 'costume' so to speak - but he's not the type to hold a grudge, especially with the long war over for him.]
I HAVE ARRIVED
Though truth be told, Teddy was a little apprehensive about actually meeting him. After all, the last time Teddy met him, they were in the middle of a war, actually fighting each other, and Teddy was losing due to sheer awesome, though he also blames part of it on the fact that he was completely distracted due to Billy being knocked out early. Would Ben recognize him, even though he had fought in his Hulkling form? The war is long over, but what will happen if he does know him?
Despite the fight and the war, Teddy still has nothing but respect for him. He'd been staring, though he politely kept his mouth shut, and his stare breaks when Billy takes his hand and pulls him closer.]
Uh. Hi. [He smiles, though it seems slightly nervous. Right, moment of truth.] My name's Teddy Altman. But you might know me as Hulkling better.
SWEET
[Name didn't ring any bells offhand, and Ben turned to blink down at the bulkier blond next to Billy. He vaguely remembers something about a pissed off green kid that looked kind of like him- and then the knickname. Hulkling. Yeah he remembers that inna bad way. Things didn't go so much by way of good that day.
Ben shrugs and extends a hand, an apologetic smile on his face.]
Nice t'meet ya in better circumstances, kid.
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...You guys know each other already?
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The nervousness slips off of Teddy's smile, and it's much more broad as he reaches to take his hand for a shake without hesitation.]
Likewise. [Then when he pulls his hand back, he glances at Billy, and he gives a helpless shrug while gesturing to Ben.] Yeah... sort of. Only instead of phone numbers, we exchanged super powered fists.
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The rocky grip is solid, his smile warm.]
Heh. Kinda. You were knocked out at th'time...t'be honest? Kinda glad you were. Things got nasty not long after.
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So I hear.