Black Bolt, King of the Inhumans. (
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capeandcowllogs2011-08-04 11:09 am
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i was walking with a ghost
WHO: Black Bolt and you!!!
WHERE: All over the City!!
WHEN: Today/any time this week/WHATEVER YOU WANT REALLY
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: So, a mute man and his giant, teleporting bulldog walkedinto a bar though the City...
FORMAT: WHATEVER YOU WANT
[ He hasn't gotten used to the City, or this dimension. He hasn't gotten used to being surrounded by humans. He hasn't given up his black and silver suit in an attempt to fit in, and he hasn't done anything to make his giant-sized pet any more acceptable-looking to the common human. This isn't his world, and Black Bolt feels no need or desire to blend into it.
And so he walks, Lockjaw ambling peaceably at his side. Even in a busy city like this, people make hasty room for the odd pair as they walk, and Black Bolt looks at none of the people he passes. His stride is stiff and regal, his expression stern. While he has accepted that he's far removed from his people, and that there is no readily apparent way back, there's no need to accept this place. And so he doesn't. He only walks through it. ]
WHERE: All over the City!!
WHEN: Today/any time this week/WHATEVER YOU WANT REALLY
WARNINGS: none!
SUMMARY: So, a mute man and his giant, teleporting bulldog walked
FORMAT: WHATEVER YOU WANT
[ He hasn't gotten used to the City, or this dimension. He hasn't gotten used to being surrounded by humans. He hasn't given up his black and silver suit in an attempt to fit in, and he hasn't done anything to make his giant-sized pet any more acceptable-looking to the common human. This isn't his world, and Black Bolt feels no need or desire to blend into it.
And so he walks, Lockjaw ambling peaceably at his side. Even in a busy city like this, people make hasty room for the odd pair as they walk, and Black Bolt looks at none of the people he passes. His stride is stiff and regal, his expression stern. While he has accepted that he's far removed from his people, and that there is no readily apparent way back, there's no need to accept this place. And so he doesn't. He only walks through it. ]
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He can't help a tiny little smile at the sight anyway, though. Toph with Lockjaw reminds him a little of his younger cousin, bawwww. ]
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Based on the big dog and the large berth everyone else was giving them, it's not that hard to figure out that they must be newly-imported or something.]
You must be Imports, huh? Pretty new, haven't heard anything about really big dogs around.
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[After a moment longer of petting the dog, she fishes her communicator out of her pocket.]
The comms have a thing that makes text into speech, you know. We can talk that way.
[After movieverse!Bumblebee and Nill, she had this thing figured out.]