dear_mun | Re: Logan

Okay, don't go thinkin' I ain't gonna address the rest of that mess, but for the record?

I've kicked Wolverines as- uh, butt.

HA! That's awesome!

I mean yeah he's metal and regenerates and stuff but like...he's not unstoppable. I was thinking about it like...he doesn't have super strength or whatever.

Yeah, well, what's he gonna do? Poke me with them forks he's got comin' outta his fists? Real scary. When you're used to fighting the Hulk, he's a light weight.

[ He loves dropping that he's fought the Hulk. He's even won a couple times! In that 'he loses next issue' way, but it counts okay.]

'Sides. He's gotta breath, don't he? Just cover his face and he's snoozin' like any old chump.

[She giggles and falls into him giving him a hug.]

Best he is at what he does my A-[Whoops language] Butt!

[ He gives her a halfhearted stern look, but that melts into his smile- besides, she fixed her language for him and how could he ever possibly be mad at her anyway? ]

Thatta girl.

[ He melts just like his smile, shifting through her arms to reform himself with arms around her, standing with her held tight. ]

You doin' okay, darlin'?

Eh...I...well...kinda?

...the place I'm at is better then the place I was but it's still really bad sometimes. Monsters and stuff. You remember the last place I was at right?

Well I uh...kind of made a deal with this magical cat thing to escape that place and in exchange I became um...a...magical girl...

[It sounds really stupid to say it out loud and her face is red now.]

Yeah. I do.

[ There's just a hint of 'and if I get my hands on those responsible dot dot dot' there, but it's overridden by confusion when he asks- ]

The heck is one a' them? Some kinda super hero?

Um...yeah somethin' like that.

[She untangles herself from him and holds out a little green egg shaped stone.]

I can't use my powers anymore unless I use this thing to transform. But I guess I can't really die easily either so long as this thing stays safe.

Well. Not dyin' easy is always a plus.

[ He speaks from experience here. Depending on who you ask he might actually be immortal. ]

And hey. At least you got powers. That's better than a poke in the eye.

Yeah! And I've got more powers then what I used to be able to do. Check it out!

[She grips her soul gem and light seems to envelop her for a moment. Streamers of sand rise from the ground and start spinning around her forming chains before her body is coated in stone looking more solid and immobile then ever. This only lasts for a moment before cracks start to form in the shell and as light burns through it shatters exposing her in a new outfit and haircut.]

Heh...it usually happens faster then people can see.

[Holding out her hand suddenly a long sharp shovel appears with a hilt like a sword.]

Well, would ya look at that!

[ Of course, Flint has seen his share of weird stuff in his time, so he doesn't seem shocked or confused. Genuinely pleased, really. Cutest daughter, A+ would father again.

Rubbing his chin, he decides to reform himself into an approximation of his rarely seen costume. It doesn't have any of the fancy extras the real deal has, but he does make a show of making the change. A dust devil, coming apart and reforming. ]

You got a cool name to go with that look? I'm gonna need to know, if I'm gonna brag to all my pals.

Whoa! That's so cool!!!

[She laughs sheepishly and twirls the shovel.]

No cool name yet, but I'm open to suggestions.

[She plants the tip of her blade into the ground and pushes down and with a spark of magic a treasure chest pops out of the ground landing with a thunk in front of them. Then she points her shovel in the other direction and the ground lights up before vanishing forming a perfect circular hole seven feet deep and five feet across.]

Shovel girl sounds weird.

Not half as a cool as that!

[ He stretches his neck out to take a look in the hole, just to check if anything was lurking in there. Who knows with the whacky powers kids get these days. ]

Hows about one of them trendy one word names, like, uh, Treasure?

[ Of course, mister money obsessed would suggest that, reaching out a giant sandy hand to open the chest- because he might cautiously peek in a hole but at the prospect there might be a pay off, he'll jam his head right in there.

I mean he wouldn't take from his daughter but. He has to know. Money is his number 2 love, behind his daughters. ]

Oh....oh that is kinda cool.

[Her face lights up at the suggestion and she's honestly a little touched by the suggestion. Inside the chest is bottled water, trail mix, several bottles of alcohol and some rags in a ziplock bag, along with a big box with first aid equipment]

I can put whatever I want in there till it's full. Then I bury it and wherever I need it to be I can summon it again.

But best of all? I can do this now!

[For a moment her skin and clothes ripple, and she transforms into sand, before falling into a pile on the ground.]

It's um...not as easy as you make it look but this is all I can do with it right now.

[She rolls around a little to the left and then the right leaving some grains in her wake.]

[ Well, that's a mixed bag. His excitement at the prospect of sharing with Sandy how to do something that he is undeniably the best in the world at is dampened slightly as he lifts out one of those bottles of alcohol and gives a 'explain' look, the same one he got from his mom a million times when he was a kid. ]

[The pile of sand condenses and reforms into an awkward gangly teen girl offering a lopsided grin]

Molotov cocktails! I use the rags in that bag. Or sometimes it can be used to clean wounds or bribe adults.

[These are the sort of things she learned in The Hunger Games.]

Well. Okay. Just don't go drinkin' it, 'specially if you've been putting gas in there. An' best way to throw 'em is kinda like a football. Don't want it going spinnin', 'cos then they tend to bounce.

[ Surprise, he has Molotov experience. He goes through the motion of the throw, without actually letting go. His throwing technique is flawless, being ex-football star he is. ]

That aside... You want some tips from your old man on the ways of sand?

[ He collapses much like her (though a greater deal of sand, of course- he learned a long time ago how to compact it, more than even a man his size would need). From the nondescript pile, an elaborate sand castle, windows and ridges and gargoyles and all emerge. ]

Like a football? Got it!

[She scrambles to her feet again nodding.]

You have the best ideas! It takes a lot of magic to be in sand form right now, and the more I use the worse I feel. But I'm getting stronger the longer I'm in this place so I can use more and more magic.

That's the first tip, doll. You keep working at it, you keep getting better. I'm still working out new tricks, staying ahead o' the curve. Gotta learn how to be flexible, think flexible, go with the flow.

[ He illustrates, his sands moving naturally from shape to shape. Soon imitating a beach being touched by waves, ebbing and flowing. ]

Sand can be any shape. So you don't gotta know you gotta feel. You ever tried making sand sculptures? I used to do that, when I was just a kid. All I did was make the shapes in my head with my hands- you learn that, then with powers like ours? You can just cut out the middle man.

[ He shifts between myriad shapes. Recreations of some of his favourite sculptures of his youth. A dancing woman, a head tucked swan, homes and towns. Some more abstract, spiky balls of pure anger, warm wavy lines, half empty egg shapes of loneliness. ]

[ Her eyes are wide watching him move with fascination. What she lacks in talent with her powers she makes up for in an artistic mind and to see these sculptures moving so gracefully is already sparking off inspiration in her head.]

OK...OK I think I have an idea...

[She focuses and melts back into a formless pile of sand which quivers and shifts back and forth as she tries to manipulate her form. It rises up about half a foot but when it starts to form into a shape it crumbles again. More leveling up is required for anything like that.

Instead she spreads herself out thin, and the lines separate forming a shape on the ground. A bird shape which flaps it's wings. So maybe she's not strong enough for sand sculptures yet but she's got a 2D shape which is more then she had five minutes ago.]

[ That's a trait she inherited from dear ol' dad- maybe if life hadn't given him a few knocks at just the wrong time, he'd have been a famous artist. It takes an artistic eye to envision a shape enough to become it. Sometimes he wonders what would have happened to someone with less of a gift for it had gone through that atomic accident. Probably have been stuck on a beach forever. ]

Thatta girl! [ So proud is he, he requires more than two hands to properly applaud. Popping a torso up out of the pile, rising up nice and high to see the 2D picture from above. ] Looks like you can't pile up yet, but that ain't so bad. 3D is just an a whole load of 2D layered on top of one another.

[ He illustrates- a hand held up, then splitting into several layers, bone and veins and all. ]

Gross! And cool!

[Rising up out of the sand again she forms into her default shape and looks a little breathless from the effort.]

I'll keep practicing and hopefully next time I can show you more!

[If she doesn't get killed on the way. She had a close call even this morning.]

[ He swooshes himself into the most familiar form, hands on his hips and chest swelling with pride. He really does look like a guy looking at the most talented, smartest, prettiest daughter the world has ever produced. It's always subtle, but he looks nicer when he's feeling good. When he feels like a good guy, he looks like one. Just another part of having a body that matches your thoughts- sometimes if wants it to or not. ]

Practising? And here I didn't even know you were a doctor.

[ Yes he dad jokes. ]

[She snorts and laughs and then squeals]

A dad joke!!! I haven't heard a dad joke in forever!

[Another tackle hug coming your way.]

[ For once, he stays as solid as the average man. Instead just putting his arms around her, with a little 'oof' like a tiny body like hers could possibly knock the wind out of a that's built like a brick house. ]

I can make as many jokes as yah like, just don't ask me to make you a sandwich. That's just askin' for trouble.

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