[identity profile] jonathanparagon.livejournal.com
There's a flash and a bang, somewhere just outside Los Angeles.

There's a moment of stunned silence.

"...well, that wasn't supposed to happen."
[identity profile] says-say-what.livejournal.com
Multi-pup post!

Jetstorm can be found idly circling around the Cooper form in jet mode, watching the world below him. Is he looking for more weird squishies? For someone to race? For anything that looks like it could be improved by dropping something large and heavy on top of it? Who knows-but the smart money's on all three.

Venom can be found at the Cooper farm as well, perched on the roof and keeping an eye on things closer to the house. If you don't mind drool and teeth, he's happy to talk.

Edwin is, surprise surprise, at the farm as well, hobbling about and looking generally twitchy. He's good at that.

Nhim, however, is not at the farm. Instead, she's a good several miles away, and quite happily devouring an unlucky cow. She looks rather pleased with herself, and just a little bit gory. (This sort of thing happens when you're a large predator.)
[identity profile] its-ironic.livejournal.com
[Pre-shatterverse - warning for spoilers for Iron Man]

It starts in the sky, several hundred feet up. There's a light and a bang, and something appears.

It's metal (though not actually iron), and roughly man-sized (and -shaped), and its colouring is a bright mixture of gold (an alloy, actually) and red (hot rod). It's also falling.

And shouting. "JARVIS–!"

As it tumbles towards the Earth various rockets and stabilizers fire and misfire, with pfft! pfft! sounds like fireworks going off. They do very little – something's been knocked about, jumbled. Internal systems are scrambling to pick up navigational landmarks, satellite signals, air traffic transmissions, anything that would give a clue as to where here is and how far down is down. But there's nothing to pick up. It's like the whole world's gone radio-silent.

Locked in an uncontrolled spin, something within the metal man shouts, "Stabilize, damn it, stabilize!" It throws its arms up to fire palm-mounted boosters: coupled with flaring back-mounted spoilers, these halt the spin, but not the fall. Which means that the metal man now has a really good view of the ground that is rushing up to meet his face.

This is going to hurt.
[identity profile] damnedattrition.livejournal.com
Flash, bang, get on with the light show, blah blah blah.

Suffice to say there is now a vampire behind what should have been the Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles. He's drenched, wearing black leather, wielded a Very Large Sword, and looking extremely confused as to why he's not currently staring down at the corpse of a dragon.

Hey, at least it's still nighttime right?
[identity profile] runaway-bandit.livejournal.com
It's a pleasant, sunny day, and Toph has decided that she doesn't want to spend it buiilding.

Instead she's lying by the campsite, feet resting on a raised rock, and basking in the warmth. Soon she might even pick her toes.
[identity profile] untidiness.livejournal.com
The common* adage "air spirits are everywhere" is not, technically, true. They can potentially see anything the air can see, and potentially inhabit any zephyr, gust, or breeze, but potential is not reality and it's generally safe to assume you're too boring to spy on in any case.

Which doesn't mean they're not inclined to try.

Sky, at the moment, is making circuits of North America looking for a quick lunch. Campfire and burning-building smoke are all very well, but if she can convince someone to burn her some incense in return for favours, that'd be ace.

She'll stop to investigate anything that looks particularly interesting, or anyone who looks like they might appreciate having an air spirit for a buddy.

*Where Sky comes from, anyways.
[identity profile] pasturesgreener.livejournal.com
Virginia Swainston is lying face-down on her bed and crying. The reason is perched in the waste-paper basket (though she'll have to move it, she can't let her parents find it, oh sweet God what would they say, they'll throw her out).

That noise? That's the noise of a girl's entire life plan crashing down around her ears.

Also, it's (with somewhat tasteless irony) a bang.

...that's grass she's lying on.

Virginia jerks her head up, red-eyed, and stares around in incoherent shock.
[identity profile] sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com
One moment, Edwin is tearing through the steppes...

...and the next, he (and his horse) find themselves in very unfamiliar territory. Huxley pins his ears back and snorts at the sudden flash, rearing slightly, while Edwin fights to remain in the saddle as he looks around. "A storm?" he asks himself, looking up a sky that seems anything but stormy. He starts as his attention goes to the rest of the landscape-it certainly looks dry enough, but this...isn't Euloria.

His horse, meanwhile, recovers quite a bit more quickly and begins to move along at a quick trot, apparently not bothered by the fact that he's trotting on pavement rather dirt. Edwin just hangs on, still staring at his surroundings, particularly at the sign that he passes by as Huxley continues onwards-Snakewater, Montana - Pop. 21,500.

At least, that's what it says underneath the scratch marks covering the population number. Beside the former number, someone's painted 15.

Edwin is fairly certain that isn't a terribly good omen.

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