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sixthiterationlogs2017-03-21 04:21 pm
notabirdcostume) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-03-21 04:21 pm
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Without Wings, I Still Fly
WHO: Sam Wilson & Open
WHERE: Around the Village -- Cliff Walls
WHEN: March 19 - March 21
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: Bugs (but only in one thread)
STATUS: Open
1. Discovering Abilities: March 19 AM
Sam didn't even want to know how the goat had gotten on top of the roof of the police station. Was it a mountain goat? It was possible? What did he really know about goats, anyway? The frustrating thing was that there didn't look to be a clear way to climb up there and get the goat. It was true that he could potentially wait the goat out, but with the recent bug epidemic, the previous lightning strikes, and other unpredictable disasters he just didn't trust the goat on his own.
No, he was going to have to find a way up there and this frustrated him to no end.
Sam rolled his shoulders, mentally preparing himself while simultaneously looking for a way up. There was no obvious clear way up to the roof, though maybe if he could run and jump he could get a grip on a ledge and climb. It wasn't like it was a tall building after all. Sam stood a few minutes longer, planning his trajectory, and then decided he was just wasting time.
"All right. Here we go," Sam took a few steps back and made a run at the building.
If you asked him later how he did it, he wouldn't be able to explain. He was running toward the building, and he knew he wasn't going to make it to the roof, probably not even going to make it up the side of the building. But, when he jumped, there was a tugging sensation. It was like something being released or unhooked from inside. He pushed off the ground and didn't even have to grab at the wall. He had jumped and somehow he'd arrived on the roof.
To verify, he looked over his shoulder and sure enough he was on the roof. The goat was watching him with interest, but otherwise hadn't moved from his spot on the roof. "What the hell just happened," he muttered.
2. Test Flight: March 19 PM - 21 AM
Sam had been thinking over his morning and he was fairly certain he had finally acquired one of those 'powers' that seemed to pop up from time to time. This was a new on though, as far as he could tell, and as far as he was concerned it was pretty appropriate. He didn't fell different, mind you, but there was no reason to pass this opportunity up.
So, Sam had made his way out to the edge of the village, not deep in the woods because he didn't know what might happen. If he got hurt he wanted to still be close enough that it wouldn't take days to find him. On the other hand, he also didn't want to be so close to the village that he might hurt others. He set a bag on the ground and looked around, it wasn't that he was afraid of others coming across him but he would rather have some time to himself--time to think and try out what this ability was exactly.
In the next few hours and even during the next day, Sam would come back to this spot. He would try jumping like he did before -- going higher and higher -- but never quite really flying. He would get good distance and height though. He would perch on tree branches that shouldn't have born his weight -- and also fall out of trees because this was new and he didn't know what he was doing.
In fact, it might be the sound of someone crashing to the forest floor that alerts you to check out the clearing. Although it depends on your timing whether or not you will get there to see him sprawled on the floor wincing and laughing or making another jump attempt.
3. Cliffs of Danger - March 21 PM
The cliffs loomed over him and Sam couldn't help but wonder if this was a really bad idea. He had only been testing the ability for a few days -- enough to get better at landing and manipulating the ability. However, that didn't mean he was an expert and it certainly didn't mean he was really ready to try this out. The cliffs were still mostly an unknown. No one had actually made it to the top and most of the attempts had ended in disaster. However, they hadn't had his ability. An ability, he reminded himself, that had been given to him out of the blue most likely by whoever was in charge of all of this. It could go out or something else could go wrong.
But...didn't he still have to risk it? Didn't he still need to find out if there was a way out up there and a way to get them all home? It had been nearly a year, and he was still determined for that to happen it seemed.
Sam took a few steps back, gauging the height and distance just as he had with the goat on the roof a few days ago. He wasn't going to just let these powers go to waste and always wonder if he could have found them a way. Sam took a running start and jumped. He was high --- several feet up the cliff wall. He grabbed a ledge and pushed off again, gravity only a distant memory. It was looking like such a clear shot, but of course things couldn't go as planned. He had forgot to account for one thing: the bugs.
He wasn't sure where they came from. Just one minute the sky was clear and the next there was a swarm of insects. They buzzed in the swarm, wings and legs brushing over his skin. Sam started to fall backwards, smacking at the bugs on him, but there were far too many to smack them all. He felt them bite him, pincers or stingers or whatever it was. It was all over his skin.
Sam was just lucky there was a tree there. He crashed into its branches, birds cawing and flying off as he snapped and broke branch after branch. If he hadn't hit the tree the fall probably would have killed him. Still the fall was hard and he landed rough on the ground. He groaned, everything hurt and he was burning up. Lights flickered above him as the firefly swarm started to dissipate. They flew off -- leaving him on the ground staring at them before blacking out entirely.
So much for that plan.
WHERE: Around the Village -- Cliff Walls
WHEN: March 19 - March 21
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: Bugs (but only in one thread)
STATUS: Open
1. Discovering Abilities: March 19 AM
Sam didn't even want to know how the goat had gotten on top of the roof of the police station. Was it a mountain goat? It was possible? What did he really know about goats, anyway? The frustrating thing was that there didn't look to be a clear way to climb up there and get the goat. It was true that he could potentially wait the goat out, but with the recent bug epidemic, the previous lightning strikes, and other unpredictable disasters he just didn't trust the goat on his own.
No, he was going to have to find a way up there and this frustrated him to no end.
Sam rolled his shoulders, mentally preparing himself while simultaneously looking for a way up. There was no obvious clear way up to the roof, though maybe if he could run and jump he could get a grip on a ledge and climb. It wasn't like it was a tall building after all. Sam stood a few minutes longer, planning his trajectory, and then decided he was just wasting time.
"All right. Here we go," Sam took a few steps back and made a run at the building.
If you asked him later how he did it, he wouldn't be able to explain. He was running toward the building, and he knew he wasn't going to make it to the roof, probably not even going to make it up the side of the building. But, when he jumped, there was a tugging sensation. It was like something being released or unhooked from inside. He pushed off the ground and didn't even have to grab at the wall. He had jumped and somehow he'd arrived on the roof.
To verify, he looked over his shoulder and sure enough he was on the roof. The goat was watching him with interest, but otherwise hadn't moved from his spot on the roof. "What the hell just happened," he muttered.
2. Test Flight: March 19 PM - 21 AM
Sam had been thinking over his morning and he was fairly certain he had finally acquired one of those 'powers' that seemed to pop up from time to time. This was a new on though, as far as he could tell, and as far as he was concerned it was pretty appropriate. He didn't fell different, mind you, but there was no reason to pass this opportunity up.
So, Sam had made his way out to the edge of the village, not deep in the woods because he didn't know what might happen. If he got hurt he wanted to still be close enough that it wouldn't take days to find him. On the other hand, he also didn't want to be so close to the village that he might hurt others. He set a bag on the ground and looked around, it wasn't that he was afraid of others coming across him but he would rather have some time to himself--time to think and try out what this ability was exactly.
In the next few hours and even during the next day, Sam would come back to this spot. He would try jumping like he did before -- going higher and higher -- but never quite really flying. He would get good distance and height though. He would perch on tree branches that shouldn't have born his weight -- and also fall out of trees because this was new and he didn't know what he was doing.
In fact, it might be the sound of someone crashing to the forest floor that alerts you to check out the clearing. Although it depends on your timing whether or not you will get there to see him sprawled on the floor wincing and laughing or making another jump attempt.
3. Cliffs of Danger - March 21 PM
The cliffs loomed over him and Sam couldn't help but wonder if this was a really bad idea. He had only been testing the ability for a few days -- enough to get better at landing and manipulating the ability. However, that didn't mean he was an expert and it certainly didn't mean he was really ready to try this out. The cliffs were still mostly an unknown. No one had actually made it to the top and most of the attempts had ended in disaster. However, they hadn't had his ability. An ability, he reminded himself, that had been given to him out of the blue most likely by whoever was in charge of all of this. It could go out or something else could go wrong.
But...didn't he still have to risk it? Didn't he still need to find out if there was a way out up there and a way to get them all home? It had been nearly a year, and he was still determined for that to happen it seemed.
Sam took a few steps back, gauging the height and distance just as he had with the goat on the roof a few days ago. He wasn't going to just let these powers go to waste and always wonder if he could have found them a way. Sam took a running start and jumped. He was high --- several feet up the cliff wall. He grabbed a ledge and pushed off again, gravity only a distant memory. It was looking like such a clear shot, but of course things couldn't go as planned. He had forgot to account for one thing: the bugs.
He wasn't sure where they came from. Just one minute the sky was clear and the next there was a swarm of insects. They buzzed in the swarm, wings and legs brushing over his skin. Sam started to fall backwards, smacking at the bugs on him, but there were far too many to smack them all. He felt them bite him, pincers or stingers or whatever it was. It was all over his skin.
Sam was just lucky there was a tree there. He crashed into its branches, birds cawing and flying off as he snapped and broke branch after branch. If he hadn't hit the tree the fall probably would have killed him. Still the fall was hard and he landed rough on the ground. He groaned, everything hurt and he was burning up. Lights flickered above him as the firefly swarm started to dissipate. They flew off -- leaving him on the ground staring at them before blacking out entirely.
So much for that plan.
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He hesitated before replying. The goat hadn't stirred much since he'd gotten there and seemed even less interested in the conversation. Sam focused his attention back on Wanda on the ground, "Not exactly..."
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"Do you need help getting down?" Her powers were weakened but she was able to move things decently well. "Or getting the goat down?"
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"You can...take care of the goat. I'll get myself down. Not like this is my first time stuck on a roof," he replied. Sam peered over the edge, he wasn't sure what had happened--but maybe if he had an ability to get himself up on top, he could have a way to get down as well.
First, though, he wanted to make sure Wanda got the goat down safely.
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She stepped forward before carefully resting the goat on the ground. At least with her powers she could be useful. Her chin tilted up to catch sight of Sam. "Is this goat yours?"
Clint had asked about farm animals and she assumed that Sam might know where they could get them.
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It wasn't going to be fast, but he could manage it slowly. Sam lowered himself over the ledge, a part of him wanted to test this ability he'd just disovered -- but he didn't want to do something stupid like jump off a roof and then discover it was just a fluke. He couldn't afford broken bones here. Sam wished he had some chalk or something though because his fingers felt slick with sweat.
Sam crawled down about a foot before he slipped. The fall, however, wasn't what it shouldn't have been. Instead of an instant drop he somehow glided down -- floating like a leaf on the wind -- before gravity seemed to pay attention to him again and bring him back down to earth completely.
"Okay...yep...not a fluke. Definitely not a fluke," he muttered, tapping the ground with his toe. He frowned, directing his attention back to Wanda, "Hm? Yeah. Found it and caught it several months ago. For awhile we weren't sure if we were going to use him for food or not, but I think Peggy might have gotten a little attached."
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There was a bit of humor in her expression but it was buried beneath the concern that welled in her chest. It looked like it might be similar to the powers that she’s seen around, though she’s yet to hear about floating or jumping powers. It fit Sam surprisingly well and she wondered if those who bestowed the gift knew that.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she walked over to his side, holding out a hand if he needed help up. "I think you can milk a goat." The goat was still useful.
Wanda’s attention pulled back towards the roof top where she eyed the distance. "Is this new? Floating." She made sure that he knew exactly what she was talking about. This world was filled with too many strange things for her to be completely comfortable. There was no way of knowing what disaster they might face next.
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"Too bad it's a male goat," Sam replies.
But enough about the goat. He looks down at his feet, frowning with thought, "First time I've noticed it." He's pretty sure that's something he wold have picked up on before now. "Sometimes these powers just spontaneously appear -- it's strange, but I've seen it happen to others often enough." Thor got fire once, Peggy had gotten both ice and truth detecting powers, and it had probably only been a matter of time before he'd acquire them and so here he was.
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She looked over at the goat. "So we just feed it?" That didn't make much sense to her.
"What happens when it turns off and you're up in the air?" Wanda can't help but worry. She thought about everything that could go wrong with this, perhaps because she felt her own abilities dwindling.
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He wasn't looking forward to that day, which is why the goat remained under "Emergency Food Ration" status only.
"No idea. Just realized I had it about five minutes ago."
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"Just don’t go breaking your neck." She threatened as if there was something Wanda could do to him if he did break his neck.
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But he grew serious, because he knew this was different and they didn't have the same luxuries as back home. "I'll play it safe. I promise," he replied, not wanting Wanda to worry.
He turned his attention back to the pest of a goat, "So...wanna help me get this thing back in the police station?"
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There had been safety precautions when they went on missions back home, they all had someone watching their backs. Here, they were alone. She was happy to hear that he'd be careful.
"Yeah." Wanda didn't know how far she could push her powers but it was one goat. She extended her fingers towards it. A red mist appeared from her fingertips shifting on the currents in the air as it moved towards the goat. It wrapped around the goats head and without much effort it walked towards the police station door.
It took a lot more effort than Wanda was used too. She was much better at moving objects in this place.