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Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Jul 27, 2014 21:18:00 GMT -6
 ▼ he floats through the air doing turns like a bird he flies without wings... at least, that's what I've heard Well... this was unfortunate. Zeph was hanging about 20 feet above the ground from a taut wire firmly attached to top of one of the taller buildings on campus. In theory, he should have been able to swing from one building to the next with his homemade grappling hook, but the device meant to retract the wire must have jammed, which left him too far away from the mechanical hook to use his technopathy to tell it to unattach from building. Muttering something about "scrap more useless than a fishing pole" to himself, he tried to unjam the retraction mechanism (which, in all fairness, was much easier said than done). He was hanging upside down, with his legs wrapped around the hand wearing a gauntlet-like contraption. His phone, which he feared might fall from his pockets, was positioned between his teeth, while his free hand was unsuccessfully trying to force open a metal panel on the machine. When movement caught his gaze, Zeph turned his head towards the blur. " 'Ey, et or ah oer ere an el me!" Translated from accent plus phone-in-mouth speak, his intended words were: "Hey, get your ass over here and help me." And really, who wouldn't obey such an eloquent command from some blonde kid awkwardly hanging upside down from from the side of a campus building? @quentintwright | Yep. Just your average day with Zeph. Q had better get used to it )o) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 21:43:22 GMT -6
Not to sound cliche'...but, it actually was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. So, in fact, Quentin decided he would regale himself with a nice, cold ice cream cone-which he ate while walking, thank you very much-and once that had lived its last day, he resumed his typical high-speed pace enroute to the campus where his classes-and fiscal future as head of a 800 billion dollar company-await.
Rounding the final bend onto campus grounds, a curious sight met him.
It seemed either the concept of school spirit had gone a bit too far, or they were switching over to talking flagpoles but if he wasn't going insane, he swore he saw some guy...hanging from a rope from the side of the building! Upside-down! Well, suffice to say Quentin stopped to get an eyeful, just when the hanging guy called to him.
The combination of hid distance and the phone being between his lips and Q got none of that.
He was a good guesser though! "...Uh, yo, homie!" The young urbanite called up to him. "D-didju know you were hanging from a building, brah? Cuz...y-you are." Somehow that sounded more thought out in his head. He pondered a bit and went on. "Need some help?" Though he obviously did. The man would most likely mumble something in reply but, Q didn't stick around to hear. "Don't go anywhere!" He was gone in a blink of an eye, over the horizon before the hanging man could do much to stop him.
Where was he going though?
Simple. He needed a headstart. A blur streaked across campus, blurred past students and shot up the wall where the man hung; he'd feel himself being tugged by the shirt, the world rushing past him like an image on a subway car [as he lacked Q's hyperclarity] and found himself seated on his rump on the school roof. A smirking youth, proud of his most recent display of powers, stood beside him. "Dude... I know we have powers and all and it can go to your and all, but...you ain't Spider-man, dawg!"
Quentin confessed as 'humbly' as the present situation would allow.
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Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Aug 12, 2014 0:51:47 GMT -6
▼ he floats through the air doing turns like a bird he flies without wings... at least, that's what I've heard Zeph gave up on trying to fix the damned contraption and, instead, used his hand to take his phone out of his mouth so he could respond with a comprehendible reply. Flipping himself rightside up so that he was dangling from his raised arm, he retorted, "Ya don't fuckin' say? An' here I was thinkin' I was layin' back by a bloody pool with a nice fuckin' bottle o' grog." Although the newcomer likely couldn't see well enough from that distance, Zeph rolled his eyes. However, his sarcastic tone would have been obvious to anyone. "Help would be-- hey!" The kid ran off in an instant before Zeph could finish his sentence. Damn speedsters; they never let him talk. He smirked when the guy told him not to go anywhere. If he could have gone anywhere, he would have done so by now. Asshole... Zeph liked his style. Granted, Zeph initially had no idea what the guy was doing or where he was going, so he only had a moment to react as he spotted the blur of a superhuman speeding towards him. That moment was spent mentally asking himself 'Is he seriously going to run straight up a wall? Am I seriously about to be pulled 30something feet up a wall at super speed? Holy sh--' Just before the initial contact, Zephyr had enough sense to grab the neck of his shirt with the hand holding his phone so that he didn't get a broken neck, suffer asphyxiation, or have his shirt torn straight off his back. Even so, for a moment or two he honestly thought that his shirt might just tear in half from the dramatic change in velocity. Hell, it was enough to knock the air right out of his lungs. They were on the roof before he could even fully process what had just happened. Regardless, his expression didn't look fearful, and instead took on a look more similar to pleasantly surprised (albeit devious) awe. As soon as he wasn't moving at the speed of a damn train, he sucked in a deep breath of air, giving the speedster a few seconds to comment on his apparent inability to navigate around the sky like a popular fictional arachnid mutant. Zeph wasn't offended; after all, this was only supposed to just be a testing run, and, to be perfectly honest, he was amazed that the claw mechanism hadn't failed and allowed him to fall to to the ground. Raising the index finger of his gauntlet-covered hand to indicate that the speedster should shut up for a second. "First of all, that was fuckin' awesome," he commented with complete honesty, allowing a crooked grin to creep onto his expression, "Second, I'm more of a Tony Stark fan m'self. Third--" now that he didn't have gravity to worry about, it was a piece of cake to take off the grappling hook and toss it aside so his right forearm wasn't encased in metal and he could freely extend his hand "--the name's Zephyr Fear. Thanks for the lift, mate."ooc: sorry for the delay ;A; |
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