![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
002 - [Action/Voice]
[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
[Action]
Susan? ... Was I that obvious? [He rubs the back of his neck; he really should be more on top of his emotions.]
[Action]
[She walks over and pats him gently on the shoulder, giving him a motherly smile]
Are you alright?
[Action]
I'm okay. I'm just not allowed back into the apartment for the rest of the day.
[Action]
You boys have a fight?
[Action]
[He gives a one armed shrug as he fiddles with the system again.] He didn't seem angry or anything. I figured he just needed me out for some reason.
[Action]
[She walks over]
Want some help with that? Or, want to have a practice match?
[Action]
... Oh, but hey. Heeey, Susan's asking for a practice match. A practice match with one of the Fantastic Four.
Teddy doesn't reply for a second or two as a result, and he tries not to sound too eager when he does.]
A practice match against you? I think my day's getting a little better already!
[Action]
[She smiles]
Set up a room, and lets give this a shot, shall we?
[Action]
You know, on second thought, fighting against AI would probably be better. Billy might get the wrong idea if I told him I went head to head with Invisible Woman.
[Action]
[She slides over and presses a few buttons]
What do you think, AIM or Doombots?
[Action]
Doombots. It'll be like punching Dr. Doom in the face.
[Action]
Done. Lets go. [And she steps inside]
[Action]
With his hands clenched into fists, Teddy shifts into his fighting form: Hulkling. Thankfully he's wearing loose clothes today, so they don't necessarily rip apart right away.]
Ready?
[Action]
Yep. I got you covered.
[The robots land, and charge!]
[Action]
You'd think they'd learn that lasers aren't very effective against you.
[And once they take a little break to recharge, Teddy charges through the barrier, and he lets out a hulking roar, purely for intimidation, as he lashes out and slices apart the chest plate and wires of one of the robots with his claws. With that piece of robotics in his hand, he uses that same motion to slam it against the head of another, making it fly off of its body and spiral into the streets.]
[Action]
[Sue joins in the fun, generating a hammer of energy that crushes a Doombot against the ground, squashing it as it yells something about that blasted Richards woman.]
Then again, Victor never does either.
[Action]
Most villains never do. [Some do. But most don't. Or the ones who do just forget about it and go back to "don't". Vicious cycle.
Now that those are taken down, more appear, this time seemingly from the sun itself. They yell something about DOOM, and Hulkling lets out a loud sigh as he sprouts his wings between his more permanent ones, thus ripping up his shirt, and takes to the sky to meet them in the air.]
Why is it always doom? Does he really like his name that much?
[Action]
[Sue joins Teddy in the air, riding a platform of invisible energy, heavy looking gloves of force covering her hands. Time to put Little Mac's boxing lessons to use. When they collide with the Doombots, Sue opens with a vicious uppercut, the energy on her fist adding a lot to the punch and sending the machine hurtling through the air]
I think if Reed was a villain, Doom'd be a hero, just because they can't work together.
[Action]
And wouldn't that be a special kind of screwed up alternate universe? [He can't help wondering if Sue would still be married to him, but he's not sure if he should approach that topic, given where - or rather, when she came from.]