Saving Lives a Mile High [open to all]

[applesaucemod]

Welcome to another ordinary day in Manhattan. This barely even qualifies as a dream at all, it's so like waking life. The dreamers will find that they're their own perfectly normal selves going about their perfectly normal business and thwarting perfectly normal crimes in their perfectly normal spandex outfits.




What's that? No, of course it's normal to wear spandex (or leather, for the more chic among you) and go around beating up muggers and thwarting your villainous counterparts, don't be silly. What else would you do with your afternoon, not use your superpowers to better the world? That's grossly irresponsible of you; don't you know that with great power comes great responsibility?

So get out there and make the world a better place -- and be sure not to let that disguise slip if you do make it in to work today. Wouldn't want anyone to learn your secret identity, after all.


[OOC: Characters will find themselves thrust into the role of superhero...or at least, super-powered human. Whether they'd use those powers for good or evil (or use them at all), they'll think they've always been this way (or maybe just since that time they fell in toxic waste and developed cancer telekinesis). Usual dream party rules apply: all players and characters welcome regardless of membership status. Characters will remember or forget the events of the dream at players' discretion.]

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[etherthief]

"You reeeally don't want that," adds Iman, crouching down to get closer to him. "Look, you're obviously some kind of angel-wannabe, you're all about light, right?" Sure. Close enough. Enough to make her point. "Let me tell you something about light: it always, without fail, takes the path of least resistance." She smiles. "It's a good path to take."

[omnomnom_feels]

Nhodd lets out a high-pitched noise as he feels the shattered bones grind against one another under the weight of Nick's boot. "Please!" he hears himself shriek. "Please, I cannot, it hurts too much!"

He is not a wannabe, he is an angel and they are impeding his holy mission and yet all he can think about is how much it hurts, how he'd do whatever he must to make the pain stop.

[lottawork]

"Then turn them back." Nick's face contorts, his tone vicious. Abruptly, he drops his weight to kneel across the wing, undamaged hand seizing the thing's uninjured wing, fingers digging mercilessly into the golden pinions.

"Turn them back." He can feel the ridge of hollow bone beneath his thumb and he presses slowly, deliberately down upon it. "Now."