Unpopping of Bart Allen

[impulsivekid]

You what what the really, really horrible thing about popcorn is? The absolutely worst possible in every single way thing? The one thing that, above all others, makes people cringe, and brings death and destruction upon the world

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[busty_robin]

Question: What's faster than the speed of light, covered in butter, and yelling 'yahooo'?

No, really. There's no puns here - this is a genuine question. Because the second she saw the yellow and red blur, Steph naturally thought 'Oh, Bart must be in town'. Only this wasn't town, this was Hogwarts. So Bart couldn't possibly be here, because dear sweet Martian Manhunter, Impulse with access to magic was just...it was bad. It was its own descriptor. It was Impulse with access to magic.

Did you feel a shudder? Just give it time.

"Bart?," she called out, not bothering to try and keep up with the possible-end-to-Hogwarts'-existence.

[impulsivekid]

His name! Someone called his name. Someone back there. That he just went by again. So, back there. Damn slippery oil, he has such a hard time stopping. So, back, that way, right? Okay, how the heck did he get on the ceiling? Seriously now.

But, Wait! He has magic! A wand around here somewhere, right? "Wingardium, Leviosa!"

Behold, a floating Bart, hanging in front of Steph, upside down, and grinning. "Hi Spoiler!"

[busty_robin]

Shit. He already knew how to float. Impulse could fly. This was a code mauve, people! This was not a drill. I repeat, a code mauve.

Still, it was good to see someone from home. Home home, not the pre-robin era young Bruce had been from. Even if that someone would probably give her an ulcer before the week was out. "Hi Impulse," she said, grinning back. "I'm actually going by Steph, here. Ex-nay on the ape-cay talk. Comprende?"

[impulsivekid]

Of course he can fly. he's from the 30th century, he has a Legion ring, duh. But he's doing nothing to right himself. The blood rushing to his ehad feels kind of cool. "Okay Steph. What's an Ape-cay? Is that one of those talking ape guys from that hidden ape city, with the talking apes and the mental powers and such?"

Whee! He starts to spin in the air, his hair flying wildly. "I don't think I've ever met an ape-cay, I was an ape once, there was this thing, turned everyone into apes, and I was Chimpulse for a time, but it wasn't as much fun as you'd think it was."

[mischief_george]

Wow. Whatever that was, it smelled distinctly of popcorn, was covered in oil, and was flying down the halls at a breakneck speed. So either Snape had discovered the wonders of Pick-up Potion and was now higher than a Snitch, or someone interesting had just broken from the ranks of the popcorned.

Grinning, leaning against a wall with his hands thrust in his pockets, watching the bloke bounce around with interest, George called out, "Oy! Need a hand?"

[impulsivekid]

"Need a broomstick! A staff! A large fluffy pillow! Anything that will stop my mooooooooooovement!" This is said between passes, as trying to go in a straight line is just stupid.

And then bart starts moving in tighter and tighter circles. Eventually, he's going to run into himself, and that will be bad, mmmkay?

[mischief_george]

Chuckling a little, George shouted back, "No worries, mate! Have you stopped in a second." Then, pulling out a Dungbomb from his pocket - hey, a bloke had to be prepared - he muttered a quick spell. The Dungbomb puffed out and grew into a gigantic pillow nearly the size of the hallway. At the right moment, he shoved it in front of Bart.

Hopefully he'd done the spell right, so when the boy impacted the pillow, the most they'd be subjected to would be an explosion of feathers. It would probably be a bad thing if the smell of the Dungbomb remained.

[impulsivekid]

GAFLUMP!

"Whoo, thanks for the stop!" Bart lifts his feet, a gooey oily mess dripping from the soles. "I dunno what this gunk is, but it doesn't slow down for nothing. You know, I bet you could use it on a skateboard and get some real distance on jumps and stuff, if ti worked right. Hi there, I'm Impulse, but you can call me Bart, I used to school here, but then my mind went all fuzzy, and now I'm back, and I'm a superhero, but not here and now cause you guys really don't need one, so I'm learning magic, cause it's awesome."

[aquilus_albel]

Albel narrowed his eyes as someone moved past him at a positively ludicrous speed. Smelled like butter. Ah. That explained it; Albel himself had slid into the opposite wall when he was unpopcorned.

However, being freshly unpopcorned was, in Albel's mind, no excuse for disturbing him in his aimless walk around the castle. "What are you doing, fool?" he shouted after whoever-it-was.

[impulsivekid]

"Trying to stop! I don't have any traction, and it's getting really hard to whoooooa!" As his feet go out from under him, he goes sliding down a hall and into a wall. "Owww."

[aquilus_albel]

Albel shook his head. Was that a twinge of sympathy he felt for the kid? He ambled over and gave him a hand up. "Same thing happened to me," he muttered gruffly.

[impulsivekid]

Bart accepts the hand up. "You ran into a wall at supersonic speeds? Wow!" Very literal, our Bart.

[chaotic_miles]

Hmmm. There was a young man running around the castle at amazing speeds and shrieking. This probably meant he was the one person who was more hyperactive than Miles himself.

"Hey!" he called. "Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?"

[impulsivekid]

"IIIII CAAAAAANNNNNN'TTTTT SSSSSTTTTOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!" The man in question hits a wall, and falls down. "Ow."

[chaotic_miles]

Miles approached the fallen man and offered him a hand up. "That... could definitely be a problem," he remarked. "Does this kind of thing happen to you a lot?"

[impulsivekid]

Kid, really. "Not usually, I usually have a lot more control over my-" There is, suddenly, a yellow energy version of Bart standing above him. "Boss, Boss! You gotta not- oh, damn, wrong one, sorry! And is gone.

"Dang it."