i don't even know

[quicktothepoint]

WHO: Tommy Shepherd | Speed quicktothepoint and YOU
WHERE: idk all over, THE BOY GETS AROUND
WHEN: backdated to before the timeswitch! no specific date in mind.
WARNINGS: thank you
SUMMARY: NOODLES NEEDS EXCUSES TO DO SHIT WITH TOMMY, THUS - HE DOES SHIT. OF THE RANDOM SORT. AROUND THE CITY.
FORMAT: Quicklog is le preferred

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[chrysophilist]

[Rikku is out shopping for groceries, a plastic bag of stuff swinging from each hand. She's humming, and actually dressed almost appropriately for the weather in jeans and a light jacket. She does not see this swift young man coming down the sidewalk she happens to be walking along.]

[quicktothepoint]

[Tommy stops speeding away from the previous shop after after hearing someone - a female voice - call 'Speed!' out, turning his head a fraction of a second before coming to a full stop. It's either another superhero or a fan, but either option is enough to have Tommy forget to check who's walking in his direction. He bumps into Rikku.]

Hey--! [he places his hands up, shielding himself] Watch it.

[chrysophilist]

Hey, I--

[Is bumped! Does the completely cliche "wobble, windmill, trip" deal. One of her bags goes flying and, not realizing that she does not have the best agility in the world this way, she kind of does a leap/lurch towards it, holding out the arm it fell from in an attempt to catch it.]

[quicktothepoint]

[Rikku is probably half a second away from fully holding out her arm by the time Tommy catches it, holding it up in a perfectly normal stance, like nothing happened.

He actually gets the chance to take a look at the girl's face. She's pretty cute.]

You dropped this.

[imthefastest]

Ever since Inertia had reappeared with a new outlook in life, Bart had felt off. Everything felt off. Not that it didn’t before but. Well, he normally used to take change really well, being time displaced wasn’t much of a big deal. Being displaced in a different universe with people he didn’t know and some he did from various points in time, that’s something that takes time getting accustomed to. And he thought he did. No one was who he thought they were and if they were, they were from a future, or past, never his present (with the exception of Gar, thank god

[quicktothepoint]

Tommy heard the voice and saw the presence -- truth be told, he wasn't used to having people actually keep up with his speed, despite being well aware of other speedsters in the City. He turned around to run backwards to take a good look at Bart. He arched an eyebrow.

"Who are you?"

*never sticks to a format*

[imthefastest]

I'm -- hey, I asked you first. [ he gains a few steps on Tommy while trying to match the voice to the posts on the comm he had read/heard. ]

whoaAA

[quicktothepoint]

[OH NO YOU DON'T. He doesn't struggle to keep up, just puts an extra pedal on his own speed, gaining a little advance on this... non-race. For now.]

Name's Speed. [he doesn't even give a moment for Bart to throw his name back] I'm waiting.

[dcushitkicker]

[Guy's just out, shooting the breeze and watching for crime since, hell, everyone else is up in arms about the whole switcheroo that the Porter pulled and can't be bothered to patrol. When he sees the kid speeding along the sidewalk, his interest rises. He comes down to glide along beside him, posed as if he's lounging on his side, rather than speeding through the air at high speed.]

What's up, kid?

[quicktothepoint]

[Tommy stares for a moment - namely at the less than impressive pose - trying to remember where he's seen Guy's face before. No luck.]

Can I help you?

[dcushitkicker]

[Guy just shrugs.]

Nah, you just looked a little out of it. You a hero or just runnin' around for kicks?

[quicktothepoint]

I'm not wearing all this spandex to go to a convention, that's for sure.

Who're you?

[sway_over_time]

[Suzi is walking back from a cafe, clutching her cup of tea to get a little warm from the cold as she makes her way home. She looks up and sees something speeding ahead toward her. Responding on instinct, she raises her hand to slow down whatever's coming toward her.]

[quicktothepoint]

[Tommy immediately feels himself slowing down--at the speed he's going, how could he not? He looks remarkably surprised as he gets pulled back into relatively normal speed, down to a stop.

The woman holding up her hand gives it away. He sounds pretty undignified.]

What do you think you're doing?

[sway_over_time]

Making sure you don't knock me over. Were you planning to stop once you saw me?

[quicktothepoint]

Well, duh. Who do you think I am, lady?

/slides in here

[attackbackpack]

[Kelton is a terrible superhero, it's a fact. But what he's decent at is wandering the City and finding things to occupy himself. Today he was out and about to watch street performers, and, of course, drop some change in the cups or guitar cases most have set out. He is an incurable sap.]

[The sudden whizzing of a super speedster gets him to blink on his mundane travels across the sidewalks, though. Here's where most superheroes would fire laserbeams from their eyes or use their magic shield bubbles on the anomaly, but as this is Kelton, he has none of the above. A switch in him somewhere flips (entirely without his say-so, because he'd really rather not be involved with whatever's going on unless it's endangering pandas or something), and instead of any of the above totally cool powers, a backpack materializes out of nowhere and shoots itself towards the fast approaching Tommy.]

/collects greedily

[quicktothepoint]

[There isn't much Tommy worries about when he's running. Practically everything is instinctive at this point - controlling his speed, when to stop, evading obstacles (otherwise known as people and cars), etcetera etcetera. Tommy's instinct also relies a lot on the fact that people are rarely capable of keeping up or actually running in his direction--so he barely has time to arch an eyebrow before a backpack slams against his face.

It isn't the pain as much as the shock that makes him come to a full stop, hand cupping his nose. Why is it always the nose? His voice comes out somewhat nasal.]

Whatthehelljust--! [He looks down at the what-once-wasn't-such-an-inert object.] What the fuck-?

[attackbackpack]

[It's a person! It takes him a moment to figure out what's going on (even he doesn't know) but when he does, the fluster and guilt starts up.]

Oh - oh man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... [Because when one's ability is firing backpack projectiles, you don't really take much time to practice controlling it.] Are you okay? Should I get, I don't know, an icepack or something?

[quicktothepoint]

[Tommy looks up at the stranger. It looks like he only caught half of that.]

You did this?