04 DNA Strands

[kid_apocalypse]

[Evan couldn't fly. He knows it, but he didn't really know it. He was basing his assumption entirely on his entrance to Paradisa, and his setting the lobby on fire when he'd done so, and had otherwise been avoiding actively trying to fly, in case he embarrassed himself trying. That's why, tonight, anyone who comes out to the roof will see a young gray-skinned young man standing on the ledge, trying and repeatedly failing to leap from the ledge, only to crash spectacularly on the pavement below. It doesn't actually hurt him, but it does leave boy-sized craters every time he lands.]

So...uhh...I know what my loss is, but...how specific are they? If someone had lost the ability to fly, for example, would they be able to fly if like...someone threw them, or if someone who could fly gave them sort of a running start? I'm kinda curious to see what the limitations are. If...uhh...you're someone who could help, meet me up on the roof.

[After that, he'll resume his attempts,his journal open and catching his repeated failed attempts, which sound like someone falling from a great height, and then scaling the castle's outer wall over and over. feel free to reply over the journal, or ogle the insanity in person.]

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[kid_apocalypse]

[Please to be forgiving the small idiot. He's quick to learn, but not exactly intelligent when it comes to human frailty.]

Well, if it was me they were throwing, I'd probably just stretch my legs down so I could land without crashing...assuming I could get my legs under me in time. I'm not too worried about falling, since it takes a lot to really hurt me. That's why I'm practicing now.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[It's lucky he loves all the small idiots in the castle, yep]

You sure the same applies to you in the castle? The rules look to be different here, you might not be as hard to hurt as you think.

[kid_apocalypse]

I suppose it depends on who's throwing me, I guess. I mean...I've been tossing myself from the roof for a little while, and haven't hurt myself yet, but if someone threw me faster than I can fall, it might hurt. Guess I haven't thought about that.

[One of the drawbacks of being a nigh-unkillable clone of a supervillain; pain and injury don't really register on a personal level, so Evan has always taken sort of a wrecking ball-type approach to his training and fighting.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Oh god WHAT]

You've been throwing yourself off the roof already?!

[kid_apocalypse]

Uh huh. I think I've done more damage to the ground than I'll end up doing to myself at this rate. I've got a hard head.

[Welcome to dealing with a teenage superhero. All of the recklessness of a teenager, without any of the long-term physical consequences.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He was not trained for this]

Streuth, kid. You still need to be careful, what if this place turns off...whatever makes that possible?

[kid_apocalypse]

Yeah, I guess you've got a point. I've never really thought about what life would be like without my powers, but...I guess that's possible here, isn't it?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It really is, it seems to do whatever it wants whenever it wants. Best be careful.

[kid_apocalypse]

Thanks for the advice.

You know...I don't think you ever told me your name. Mine's Evan.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Any time, kid.

Real pleasure, Evan. My name's Bunnymund.

[kid_apocalypse]

Bunnymund? That's an unusual name. Not that's there's anything wrong with unusual names. I've got a teacher back home named Mortimer. Well...he's the janitor, really, but he's still considered school staff.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Well, I'm better known as the Easter Bunny, so that makes the name make more sense, I figure. [Even if he had the name before the title]