hfm_logs | [Open] One major problem with outer space is that you can't skate in it...

Warnings: Swearing, flagrant disregard for safety
Location: From the Spire to the Bro Apartment
Characters: Casey, whoever he collides with
When: September 12th, slightly backdated to the morning of.
Summary: Casey wakes up on the spire after two eventful years at home. He gets antsy and overstimulated. And speedy.

The closest thing Casey had to compare it to was waking up after spacing out at school. Last time he'd been really awake, he and his friends had been staring down the barrel of the entire Triceraton battle fleet in a tiny little spaceship. It had been time to take action, get into battle positions, and...

Well, run away. But in a cool, heroic way of course.

But now he was standing back on the spire in Freesia. He'd thought about it off and on over the course of the two years, during the time when things weren't crazy enough on their own. He'd never mentioned it to his friends, he hadn't even been totally sure it was real. Well, now he WAS sure, and...

And now what? He was...trapped again? The freedom of space, the adventure, the new horizons, the endless new ways to be a badass...well, so much for that? Or maybe he'd been brought back because his job here hadn't been finished. But then why send him back at all...?

He was angry, but it was the mindless, useless anger that took over when he didn't want to be scared or sad, the kind that drove him until he could think of a reason to stop being angry. It didn't seem to make any sense, but adrenaline could keep him from thinking about it until he got back home. Well, to his home here and the apartment probably wouldn't get sucked into a black hole, which was a plus.

And at least this gave him a chance to do something he's always wanted to try: Grinding the railing of the Spire's stairs all the way down. That turned out to be way harder than he thought. The effort to stay upright and the constant spinning meant he lost his balance once or twice (though he managed to teeter towards the few-foot drop of the stairs and not the much longer drop in the other direction) and when he finally hits the bottom he's almost too dizzy to skate straight.

He doesn't want to stop or slow down though, not until he knows his friends are OK. It doesn't even occur to him that he hasn't been gone all THAT long in Freesia time, not with the weird lump in his gut crowding out every other thought. He's only really left himself less likely to be able to brake in time, but when has that ever stopped him...

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Aaron was headed back to his place from taking a walk around the city (and buying groceries, that too), plastic bag swinging

By now, he was used to being bowled over, and took it like a pro-- if falling backwards in an ungainly tangle of limbs (his own and the other guy's) and smacking his head against the ground, yelping in surprise! and pain! counted as like a pro. He thanked his lucky stars for healing magic and shrink-wrap, keeping both his skull and groceries safe and sound.

"--ow... what's up?" With the crash, he meant, but other interpretations were open; and Aaron wouldn't correct himself, more invested in rubbing his head and staring at the dude currently on top of him.

Darn it! Darn it, darn it, darn it! In New York the people just get out of your way or you can jump over them or-

Or you can just travel at night and beat the crowds. Whatever, now he has to untangle himself from this guy and it's slowing him down and he guesses he should probably help the guy up. Quickly.

"Kinda in a rush, dude!" Just don't ask why he's rushing because he's not totally sure himself. He manages to pull himself up to his feet and extends a hand to Aaron.

He takes the offered hand and gets to his feet, slightly dizzy from his unexpected trip to the concrete. But whatever, this guy isn't a Nox-- or in league with them-- he just seems to be in a bad mood. Aaron steps back, to the side, away from him, as if partially expecting him to come barreling into him again. Which was stupid, but hey, once burned twice shy and all that. At least now he was standing to the side in case he was going to keep going.

"Sorry. Didn't see you coming." Awkward pause. "Where are you going, if you don't mind me asking?"

Edited (grammar & length yes yes) 2015-11-10 17:15 (UTC)

Casey's willing to help a guy up, but he's not gentle about it. It's more him hauling Aaron up. He'd be better if he wasn't so worked up.

"Home. Well, home here. I been back in New York for two years and...well, stuff happened, OK? A lotta stuff."

"You--" but that doesn't make sense. "How did you go back? And why didn't you stay there?"

He wavers a bit one he's on his feet, but doesn't go toppling over again.

"You think I did it on purpose, man?!" Casey gives Aaron the look he saves for Mikey when he talks about stuff like gnome hunting with his ice cream cat. "I just popped back home for two years and then popped back here!"

"Oh. Sorry." Aaron rubs the side of his head, musses the hair there before smoothing it back down. "Bet you wished you'd stayed there, huh?" He crosses his arms and steps to Casey's side. "Anyways, don't let me keep you if you're in a hurry."

"...My world got sucked into a black hole so I wasn't really totally 'home', ya know?" He shrugs. "So...toss-up."

Casey turns to move again, but he glances over his shoulder. "You sure you're alright dude?"

"Oh." He pauses, rubbing his neck sheepishly. That... maybe wasn't the best question to ask.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Healing magic, y'know?"

He shrugs. He shouldn't make this guy worry, even if he was a stranger. "Don't worry...It came back. Kinda."

"Nice! Kinda wish you'd been around when I broke my leg..."

A little bit too late for that-- Aaron's talents lie in the area where worrying actually does good.

"Well, if you ever need someone to patch you up, you can contact me on..." a tap to his eyeglass. "This thing."

What Casey is hearing is that he can break bones and have them magically healed. There is nothing he doesn't like about that idea, and it cheers him up quite a bit. He hates that he has no control over getting pulled away and back but...things aren't all bad.

"Hey, thanks dude! Name's Casey Jones, by the way. You'll be hearin' from me again!"

[Open] One major problem with outer space is that you can't skate in it...

graciously gets concussed

That's how everyone meets Casey.

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