Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's Super Vecchio!

[heatedrod]

There was undercover. And then there was this.

While Ray had experience with the former, actually inhabiting a brand new body was something of a novelty. A terrifying, complain-til-he's-blue-in-the-face kind of novelty. And he might still have been complaining now, if he hadn't eventually taken a look in the mirror and spotted hair. Honest to

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[the_beta]

"Not recently, unless someone found something awesome and didn't share with the class."

The words lose a little bit of their spice as they come out of this mouth which has an annoying ability to make everything sound a little bit world weary. Felicia isn't certain what bothers her more: the fact that someone who clearly is living the best years of her life sounds a bit depressed or the fact that she worries about things that don't matter.

Sighing she presses her hands against her temples and decides to try again. "Wait a tick, I am going to try that again it didn't sound right."

[heatedrod]

Ray was currently spinning in circles as fast as he could to see how long it took for him to get dizzy, so only about a third of his attention was on the guy.

"Uh huh, that sounds great, let's do that," he agreed absently, zombie-like arms out and head tipped back, slowing his turns until he came to a stop.

A long moment of silence passed, his eyes wide and blinking.

"Woooaaaah..."

[the_beta]

Rolling her eyes, she did her best to look nonplussed. Either Johnny was high out of his mind and a step away from eating the paste or this was not Johnny Storm.

"Dude, stop that. You're embarrassing me on your behalf because right now you look like the world's only gay blonde ninja."

[heatedrod]

"Two out of three right," Ray congratulated, lifting a knee in the air to strike a brief ninja pose. He dropped it all of a sudden, a little dissatisfied. "Actually, I'm a superhero." What pose did superheroes take on? Frantic searching through his memory brought only on image to mind, so he squatted down, lifted his head up and stuck out an arm and hey presto, he was a half-naked Spiderman poised for action. "Imagine me with uh, eight legs or something."

[the_beta]

"I know you are. Or your body is, because I know Johnny Storm and unless you're sampling special brownies or have had the crap kicked out of you by a robot, you're not him."

All of which were possible, but having woken in a body that wasn't hers had given her a hefty dose of suspicion and doubt. Factor in this body's natural world weariness and Felicia's doubting tendencies seemed to be in full swing.

"And you're not Doc Ock either."

[heatedrod]

"Johnny Storm..." Ray rolled the name on his tongue for a moment, seeing if it fit. "Yeah, I'm definitely feeling like a Storm. Maybe more of a Rex Storm instead though." He liked his name beginning with an R. As he pushed himself back up, he stuck out a hand. "R. Storm, nice to meet you."

[the_beta]

"Rex?"

This body does have a way of doing doubting and disparaging exceptionally well. This works for Felicia as she's trying really hard to not laugh in this guy's face.

"What are you, twelve?"

[heatedrod]

"I'm guessing in my twenties," Ray grinned, and wasn't that a fantastic thing to say? "Give me your honest opinion, right." He turned around and looked back over his shoulder at the guy. "Does my ass look big in these shorts?"

[the_beta]

Well at least whomever this is has the age right. She'd have totally mocked Johnny if someone assumed that he was in his mid thirties. That would have been classic.

Looking at the ass, she nods. "No."