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

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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!]

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[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.

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.

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.]

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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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.

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?

You guys can come if you want. I won't say no to having to burly gentleman to carry my bags for me.

[She heads down the stairs. If they follow, they follow]

I'm always happy to carry shopping for a lovely lady.

[He grins and pushes himself to his feet. She's good enough to invite him for dinner, he's not got a problem with helping her shop.]

Y'know me. Never tired a do'n the heavy lift'n.

[Ben rumbles a laugh and stands, rolling his shoulders. It sounds a bit like grinding rocks, feels a bit like scratching an itch. At least he's got proper clothes on now.]

Lemme get my hat. Less staring that way.

[A quick duck to the next room for his hat and coat, and he's happy to follow.]

[You know, you're still a gigantic, orange doofus even with the coat, right Ben?

She'll just let Clint get a laugh out of Ben's getup...]

[It's a day for staring apparently and he's not gonna manage to hide his grin at the sight of Ben in that coat and hat.]

Nice hat.

Yeah, yeah.

[It made him feel less conspicuous, didn't mean it actually MADE him less conspicuous. Really Suzie.]

[Not talking to you Ben...you look like a dork]

[It's kind of nice actually, just walking to the shops. Normal in a way he's never quite managed.]

I'm still baffled that they let you just pick up your stuff.

If it was somth'n they didn't want ya t'have, they wouldn't put it here in th'first place.

[He shrugs, ignoring the silent judgment from Sue.]

[Which is good, because she's already thinking about dinner]

No-one keeping me locked up ever wants me to have weapons. It's unnatural and worrying.

Different dimension, different rules pal. It'll get easier t'wrap your head around after the fifth or sixth time y'hop over.

The Malnosso seem pretty confident. And more than a bit nutty.

I'm kind of hoping this is a one time deal. Not sure how I'm supposed to do my job if I keep getting zapped to other realities.

And I'm getting that impression, yeah/

Guess you don't find this as excit'n as Suzie and I might. Heh.

Yea, this is a bit old hat. Like...oh what was that guy's name again Ben? The Collector, or something like that? The weirdo with the cape and the pointy hair?

Only, he just wanted us in cages.

It's all kind of new to me. I wake up here and everyone's telling me I'm some kind of superhero.

[He raises an eyebrow at Sue.]

Kinky.

Well, maybe y'are. Maybe y'not. Beyond being a good shot and what y'can do it's more of a mindset. Takes time.

[And yeah, he's groaning.]

Awman, that freak? That wasn't fun at all.

Clint, he was some weird alien that collected unique life-forms. We count, apparently.

[She shrugs]

Heh, he liked it even less when Johnny melted the cage.