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legionworld2016-07-09 10:58 am
whyarewehere) wrote in legionworld2016-07-09 10:58 am
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Cool Your Heels
Who| Grif and Brainiac 5. After Brainy's thread, open.
What| Screwing around on the beach (and additional consequences for Grif being a dick on the comms)
Where| Grif's section of the habitat deck (it's a beach)
When| Around the start of Brightest Day Plot
Warnings/Notes| Grif being forced to deal with things
Running on water? Actually not terrible. It had extremely narrow applications, but Grif could do it. He'd been coming down here to his section of the habitat deck in his spare time to work on it, and was now used to navigating the artificial waves and keeping his balance. It wasn't training. Sure he may have been practicing, sure he may have been improving, but it wasn't training, it was just fun and therefore nobody could criticize him.
There was a satisfaction in doing the speed thing. (It would always be "doing the speed thing", because trying to name it would be embarrassing.) It was easier now, it took less out of him, and he could sustain it for longer these days. It was nice to step out of the normal bounds of being human for a few seconds at a time. Things just felt more manageable at speed. In a world where events always seemed to be moving too fast, Grif could be faster.
He still couldn't overdo it, not for long, and it was time to stop. Grif came back up off the water, panting, uniform wet with spray, and decelerated to a controlled sprawl on his back in the sand. (He was getting better at stopping too, come to think of it. He hadn't faceplanted himself in a while.)
Grif lie with his arms behind his head, breathing hard, and for a few minutes he wasn't an alleged superhero in a galaxy full of weird awfulness with confusing, frustrating people who didn't get him. He was just Grif, lying somewhere warm and comfortable. And that was very okay.
What| Screwing around on the beach (and additional consequences for Grif being a dick on the comms)
Where| Grif's section of the habitat deck (it's a beach)
When| Around the start of Brightest Day Plot
Warnings/Notes| Grif being forced to deal with things
Running on water? Actually not terrible. It had extremely narrow applications, but Grif could do it. He'd been coming down here to his section of the habitat deck in his spare time to work on it, and was now used to navigating the artificial waves and keeping his balance. It wasn't training. Sure he may have been practicing, sure he may have been improving, but it wasn't training, it was just fun and therefore nobody could criticize him.
There was a satisfaction in doing the speed thing. (It would always be "doing the speed thing", because trying to name it would be embarrassing.) It was easier now, it took less out of him, and he could sustain it for longer these days. It was nice to step out of the normal bounds of being human for a few seconds at a time. Things just felt more manageable at speed. In a world where events always seemed to be moving too fast, Grif could be faster.
He still couldn't overdo it, not for long, and it was time to stop. Grif came back up off the water, panting, uniform wet with spray, and decelerated to a controlled sprawl on his back in the sand. (He was getting better at stopping too, come to think of it. He hadn't faceplanted himself in a while.)
Grif lie with his arms behind his head, breathing hard, and for a few minutes he wasn't an alleged superhero in a galaxy full of weird awfulness with confusing, frustrating people who didn't get him. He was just Grif, lying somewhere warm and comfortable. And that was very okay.
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He began a list, counting them off on his fingers. "I mean, we got your superheroes. We got your people who learned to fly because everyone can do that. We got your kid with a dragon. We got your huge dude with power armor. We got your dude who dies and comes back. We got your talking animals in three flavors and then a bonus turtle guy."
"In the grand scheme of things, somebody who did the whole Neverending Story thing isn't all that weird?"
He shrugged.