(no subject)

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

A Millitimed Nathan was out back, waiting for the London trip. He was standing on the ground, but he was looking to the sky. Noticed somebody with pale hair buzzing around... on a broom of all things.

But he was also feeling the pull. Of the wind. The sky calling. He should resist. But he didn't want to. Not entirely. Well, who would notice him here? No pundits, no press. No questions to be asked. Not to have to think about his brother who he can't do anything for right now.

Just let go. Tempting... And he rose in the air, smoothly and silently into the sky. Giving in.
Just another secret to add to the pile.

Comments

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

This place is getting seriously bizarre, Jim thinks as he gets a breath of cool (non-Vulcanian) air. First the man with the jetpack and now that politician from the 21st century...flying on his own.

For the moment, Jim watches.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

And depending who the man with the jetpack was, he and this one likely had a lot in common.

Nathan was pretty high up, among the clouds. When he felt he was enough away from sight, there was a sudden sonic boom. And now there was just a contrail in the sky.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Kirk just stares. How is it possible for a man - not a man on a rocket, or in a ship - to fly? And to fly so fast? Ro to generate a contrail?

This defies logic as well as gravity.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the Heroesverse. Logic has left the planet, also simple plotlines. Have a nice day.

It shouldn't be possible, and Nathan would be the first to agree. And yet. He can do it anyway. The vapor trail twists and turns in the sky, leaving brief patterns that quickly dissipate in the cold air.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

A smal part of Jim would like to be able to do that. But most of him thinks that flying should be done in ships. Unless you count the idea of diving in from space with only a parachute to save you.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan came around, and look for a discreet place to land. Off behind the greenhouse, where some trees shaded him.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim follows discreetly but quickly. There is no way that he isnt going to ask about what he just saw. Even if he's seriously doubting his own eyes.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan's just discreetly walking out. Hi there, was walking out here the whole time.

What flying man?

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

"That was very..." Impossible. "Impressive. How on Earth did you do that?" Jim knows what he saw.

[obnoxiousadams.livejournal.com]

John, once he had gotten settled in, decided to go outside and explore. Bar had given him new, dry shoes and a heavy coat, and with a pinch of caution the Congressman wandered outside, unsure of what to expect.

When he spies Nathan in the air, his jaw almost hits the ground.

Silently, he gapes.

And gapes.

And gapes.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Politicians had their secrets. This one especially.

Including this. And if the Founding Father thought that was odd?

It gets odder, where like in the above thread, there was a sudden BOOM as he broke the sound barrier. And there was now a trail of water vapor across the sky.

[obnoxiousadams.livejournal.com]

That dull thump that Nathan probably didn't hear?

Was the sound of a man hitting the ground.

Out cold.

... good job, Nate.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nope, the sonic boom meant there was no way he could hear.

It would be a bit before he noticed the man lying prone on the ground.

The familiar one.

One of the first Presidents....oh hell.

Nathan skidded down for a landing. Damn. Still had a hard time with those.

He half-jogged, half-limped over.

"Sir? Mr. Pr... Congressman Adams? You all right?

[obnoxiousadams.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, Nathan Petrelli! You just altered the course of American history by killing the man who would be the driving force behind the country's independence! Because of you, America will rest under British rule for the rest of eternity and you, sir, will never have to worry about running for Congress because --

-- oh wait.

He's still breathing.

"... wha-?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, like the man didn't have enough guilt on his shoulders already, and canon's already planning to pile more on... >.>

Meanwhile, on the cold ground. Nathan bent over to offer him a hand up.

"Congressman Adams? Do you need a hand?"

[obnoxiousadams.livejournal.com]

"You --"

John's still Quite Out Of It.

"-- you --"

He waves his hand in the air, trying to signify flying or... something.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Yes? Are you feeling all right? Took a nasty fall, sir."

[redjammiedhero.livejournal.com]

The last thing Ralph was expecting was another person in the sky. He'd come out here a little while ago to get in some flying practice, mainly because there was a great big lake to land in when he inevitably lost control.

So, when he banks around and sees the other man rising into his flight path, Ralph yelps and starts flailing his arms about in a futile hope to avoid the collision.

Umm... heads up, Nathan?

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

(ooc: if you hear a distant fangirl squee coming from somewhere in the Mid-Atlantic Region? That would be this mun. heheh. I was just a toddler when that show was on, but OMG, so cool.)

Nathan had run into people before, but certainly wasn't expecting some guy in red underwear flailing around at him.

"Oh shiiiii....!" He exclaimed, and tried to rocketed out of the way. Still needs some work on steering because it's gonna be close either way.

[redjammiedhero.livejournal.com]

For Ralph, steering is a moot point now. He's too flustered to concentrate. So, he just covers his head with his arms, tries to aim vaguely downwards, and hopes that the other guy's a better flier than he is.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan's usually a bit better, or at least getting that way. But as any Heroes pup with powers can tell you, emotions have a great impact on ability.

Especially fear. So control's not so good right now. He barely keeps from crashing into the guy, but gets knocked off balance in the air as he gets winged in a leg.

[redjammiedhero.livejournal.com]

The glancing impact sends Ralph into a lateral spin, with the effect that instead of crashing into the lake as he'd hoped, he ends up wrapping himself around a tree, stripping the bark as he skids down to the ground.

He pulls himself up, brushing the bits of leaf and bark off the suit, and starts scanning the skies for the other guy, hoping he's all right.

"Hey! You okay up there?" he calls out, hands cupped around his mouth.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan spiralled upward, wincing some. He came closer to the ground.

"Fine. You? And what the hell were you doing?"

[redjammiedhero.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm peachy," Ralph replies. "I was trying to get some practice in. Didn't expect that anyone else would be up there. Aliens give you a suit, too?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan landed, and stared at him, "What the hell are you talking about? Aliens? And the only suits I know of are the ones made by Ralph Lauren, or Armani, or some other fancy designer." Had to look good in front of cameras for the voting populace, yo.