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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.

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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.

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

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

"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?"

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.

"That's how I can fly," he explains. "This suit was given to me by aliens. Actual aliens from space. They seemed to think I was the best choice to help protect the human race."

Ralph frowns and tilts his head at the other man.

"If you don't have a supersuit, how can you fly?"

"Aliens..." Nathan just shook his head at that. This place just kept getting weirder and weirder all the time.

He then shrugged, "I don't know." He just does.

"Well, you're really good at it."

He scratches at the back of his head nervously.

"I'm Ralph, by the way. Ralph Hinkley. I, um, don't suppose you could give me any pointers?"

Nathan remarked, "Thanks, but still figuring it out myself. Had some pilot experience, but it's very different from flying a plane."

He shook his hand, "Nathan Petrelli. Nice to meet you, Ralph. And I guess so? Somebody else showed me some basics. Some guy who calls himself Captain Marvel."

"I'd really appreciate anything you could tell me. I've been struggling with this thing for a few years now, and, well... you saw it. I've never really gotten the hang of it."

"Yeah, sure. And how come you didn't ask anybody before?" Well granted asking somebody back home was difficult. And there was no way for Nathan to know that the poor guy lost the manual.

Ralph scoffs. "It's not like it's a common ability back home. There's nobody to ask. They may be called the Flying Wallendas, but they still have a net. And I've only been here a couple of days with no way to know that there were other people who could fly. Believe me, if I had known about this place back when I first got the suit, I would have been in lessons from day one."

"I meant around here anyway. There's a few people, just need to ask around."

"Oh, I can just see that conversation. 'Excuse me, can you fly? No, not a plane, just you. I only ask because some aliens gave me a suit that allows me to fly, only I'm not very good at it and could use some lessons.' No, I think the mid-air collisions are less painful."

Nathan chuckled at that, "Not that obvious. Granted anybody like that in my world would be seen as a freak too." He glanced down briefly.

"At least here, there's a lot of them...us."

Ralph grins. Did Superman have to have someone to show him the ropes, he wonders vaguely.

"Good to know. I'll just have to keep an eye on the skies, I guess. My biggest problem is stability," he begins, then looks over his shoulder at the bare tree behind him.

"Okay, so my biggest problem is landing. But if I could fly straight and maintain altitude to begin with, that might take care of half the problem right there."

"I can only land easily if I'm just hovering, but needing to come to a stop quickly. Still need a lot of work." Luckily he was only barefooted the one time. Hot foot in the desert, not fun.

"At least I'm not the only one with trouble in that area," he says with a chuckle. "But, hovering? That's pretty amazing there. I've never been able to manage that."

Bitter remark.

"Yeah? Been finding it all too easy myself." Especially around here. Something about the place made their abilities a bit easier.

"How do you do it at all? I've tried using telekinesis on myself to lift me up, but I can't seem to get that to work."

Nathan shook his head, "I really don't know. It shouldn't be possible, but it is."

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