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revoltndevelopment) wrote2012-10-04 07:43 pm
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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I dunno. It depends on if ya can feel your toes.
[And... can you? Because just lying there without moving isn't a great sign.]
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Great. Just gotta find a paira tap shoes that'll fit.
[Don't judge. The crater is comfy. And nonjudgmental.]
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...okay, maybe not. But tap? Stranger things...]
Can I be on the other side of town when ya start your recital?
[She felt fairly safe with this volley. Most things of evil wouldn't have mentioned tap shoes. Unless they were Charlie Chaplin impersonators, but then she'd have to run and hide anyway.
She approached the crater's edge and peered down at... him. Wow, he was big.]
I'd offer you a hand up, but I think you'd pull me in.
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I'll give ya plenty a warning. And just. Gimme a sec.
[He slowly peels himself out of the bottom of the crater and starts climbing out bit by bit, hauling himself up once he has gotten a grip. He feels heavier than usual, climbing feels odd. But soon enough he's up on his feet, dusting off his shredded pants. Looms a bit once he's out before he takes a step back to give the girl some space.]
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So what's your name, Tiny?
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Rogue.
[Time for the litmus test.]
Well, Ben Grimm, I hate ta say it - but you're not in Kansas anymore.
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No $@#*! Toto. Wherever this is, it ain't the Bronx.
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What was your first hint, Dorothy? The lack of the yellow brick road?
[Sigh. Well, at least he was handling this well.]
Ya want the speech or directions to the Welcome Centre? They're better at the speech than I am.
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[He gestures at his rocky, orange skin. A little more of it visible than he'd like with how beat up his pants were.]
Gimme the speech. Sooner I hear it th' better.
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...even if news like this could set off a Disney princess.]
Ya might wanna grab a seat.
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[He does, however, find a nice chunk of upcropped pavement to settle on with a low 'thud'.]
Aliens. Pan dimensional whatsahoosits that pluck us out f'their own amusement? Hasn't been aliens f'awhile. I'm due.