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

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[shieldsup]

[Nopenopenope!]

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[asthehawkflies]

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

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

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[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.]

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[shieldsup]

[What is a can?]

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[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.

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[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.

[Action] FOREVER

[revoltndevelopment]

You'd be surprised Polly. M'quick for my size.

[Action] FOREVER

[asthehawkflies]

So am I.

Also I've had a couple of weeks to plan my escape route.

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[revoltndevelopment]

Don't matter much when I can make a door wherever I want.

[Ben rumbles a laugh and reaches out to pat Clint's shoulder.]

Yer alright.

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[asthehawkflies]

Doors are for people who aren't agile enough to deal with windows and air vents.

[Clint laughs too and that hands kind of heavy but at least he's mostly healed now?]

I try my best. And it is nice to meet you.

[Action] Sue's going to regain her can after this tag.

[revoltndevelopment]

I've worked windows b'fore. Air vents...not so much. They aren't made t'hold up a ton.

[Literally. He turns back to Sue, far, far too quiet Sue.]

Y'got good taste in friends, Suzie.

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[shieldsup]

[Alright, thats all she can manage. Sue's mask just breaks down and she starts laughing. Clint Barton and Ben Grimm arguing about doors and birds and...wow...]

AHAHAHA, You...You two are too much. God...hahahaha...wow...

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[asthehawkflies]

[Whatever Clint might have said is infinitely less amusing than the sight of Sue laughing her head off. Clint looks a little bemused.]

I think we broke her.

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[revoltndevelopment]

Almost a new record. Close, but no cigar. She held out a coupla hours once between me an' cap mak'n terrible puns about Tony's armor. That time she really broke.

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[shieldsup]

Ha...haha I...remember that.

[She wipes a tear back]

Ho...wow I needed that.

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[asthehawkflies]

Captain America makes jokes? Huh.

[He seemed like a nice guy but he supposed there hadn't been much time for humour in their interactions so far.]

Apparently you did. Not been the most fun few days.

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[revoltndevelopment]

Our Cap? Yeah. Great guy, great sensa humor. Wonder if I can get this one in on Poker night once I find a table for it. You play, Barton?

[Think on the lighter side, it always worked for him. He reaches up to pat Sue's back, careful of the wings. Must've been rough staying here for so long on her own.]

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[shieldsup]

[She looks up, and her wings blink back out of sight. Yea, she lost her concentration, what of it?]

Yea, what with everything. We still need to have a talk, Barton, but later.

[She nods at the mention of poker]

Was always a decent time.

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[asthehawkflies]

Good to know. I haven't known him for long. Hell, I only met him face to face last week.

Yeah, I play. He did say he'd be up for darts or board games so I don't see why he wouldn't want to play poker.

[He catches the way Sue's wings blink out with some curiosity and then gives her an apologetic look.]

Yeah, I know. Let me know.

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[revoltndevelopment]

Should I step out f'abit? Give you time t'talk things out? Wouldn't mind go'n on a beer run.

[Whatever it was, it was something between them. Sue'd tell him later if he needed to know.]

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[shieldsup]

Nah, another time. I'm not really ready. And I've got to get dinner started soon, so I'll leave you boys to chat and go to the shop.

[She waves off concern flippantly, her thoughts not really completely collected.]

Chicken sound good to you two?

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[asthehawkflies]

Sure. I'm just across the hallway whenever you're ready.

[He's not looking forward to it, but he's not gonna run either. Sue's been good to him. She deserves an explanation, an apology. The chance to tell him what an idiot he was.]

Chicken sounds great. Thankyou.

And I can walk to the store with you.

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[revoltndevelopment]

Your chick'ns always great Suzie.

[It'll be a nice taste of something normal in the middle of all this weirdness.]

What, and missout on my charm'n company?