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

[revoltndevelopment]

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!]

Comments

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

I work with Natasha or whoever SHIELD assigns me to. Having a team is... it's gonna take some getting used to.

[He can't help but smile at their obvious closeness though.]

Glad it seems to be working so well for you guys though.

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

Tuck'nroll. It's simpler if you would quit number'n the maneuvers and just call 'em what they are.

[He rumbles a soft laugh and grins over at Clint.]

Worked with our Hawkeye 'couplea times. It'd be nice t'do it again, especially if y'got all the same trick arrows.

[Action]

[shieldsup]

That's Reed's idea, Ben. I'd rather call it what it is too. "Power-Ball"

[She grins and nods]

What sort of arrows have you got anyway?

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

[Clint grins back despite himself. At least he still has that here.]

I have a few tricks. None of the explosives which is a pity. EMPs, grappling arrow, a couple of ones that'll eat through metal. Computer hacking arrow though I might have to get Stark to take a look and see what the programming is.

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

Wait. Computer hacking arrow? Really? Wouldn't shoot'n the computer muck it up?

[Action]

[shieldsup]

Thats new, yea.

[Sue gives Clint an odd look]

How the hell does that work?

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

[He blinks at the odd looks because is it really so strange?]

I don't shoot at the screen. I shoot it into the right port, it activates, uploads a virus or whatever I need.

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

I know I don't look like much, Polly, but even I know y'don't shoot a monitor t'get t'a hard drive. Smart@$$.

[Action]

[shieldsup]

[Sue just smiles, waiting for a reaction]

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

Polly? The hell kind of name is that? I look like a parrot to you?

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

I dunno if y'noticed but y'do have wings.

[Action]

[shieldsup]

[Still quiet...]

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

So do you but it don't make you a flamingo.

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

I'm not th'one called Hawkeye, Polly.

[Action]

[shieldsup]

[Sue no longer has a can. Nopenopenope, but she keeps in her laughter]

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

They're... not even the same species!

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

Not the point. [He grins.] Heck, y'small enough t'perch on my shoulder if y'wanted a vantage point.

[Action]

[shieldsup]

[Nopenopenope!]

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

[Despite it all, Clint is grinning too, a genuine, relaxed grin.]

I dunno. Worried about slipping on the moss up there.

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

I don't grow moss, slick. I ain't a chia pet.

[He dusts off a shoulder, the sound not unlike rocks grinding against each other, but no moss, no dust.]

[Action]

[shieldsup]

[What is a can?]

[Action]

[asthehawkflies]

Well, you should be careful letting birds perch on you. They might just have to drop a bag of birdseed on your head. So don't hold me responsible if you end up sprouting.

[Action]

[revoltndevelopment]

You know I could probably toss ya like a ball the length of a coupla football fields, right?

[Action] You can skip me you know Zalia

[shieldsup]

[...pfffffttttt ahahahahaha. No, still no sound]

[Action] Okay! Will just assume that Sue is staving off the giggles XD

[asthehawkflies]

Probably. You'd have to catch me first and I'm fairly sure I could be on the roof of the next building before you got out the door.