Curiosier and Curioser - Adventures in the Dead Zone [Closed]

[12winged_dealer]

Who: Bishamon (12winged_dealer ) and Black Bolt (boltalicious )
What: Bishamon and Black Bolt go to the Dead Zone to experiment.
When: Today, later morning/afternoon
Where: The Dead Zone
Warnings: Experimentalizing

Comments

[boltalicious]

[Black Bolt had been soaring on fanned wings of his own, a good distance from Bishamon. He landed as the other did, about ten feet from his companion, arms falling to his sides and wings folding again in their inorganic way. He was ready as he'd been when he'd agreed to this venture, a fact that he didn't feel the need to communicate twice. And so only silence greeted the question, as usual, and he watched Bishamon thoughtfully. Onward, then?]

[12winged_dealer]

[He was starting to be able to interpret the silences, but perhaps he had an easier time of it since he could not see Bolt's face. It made him actual listen to the quality of the silence and the overall feeling of the other projecting that silence. Still.

He folded his wings against his back, keeping them out, and stepped across the border, feeling somehow heavier.]

Can you speak now?

[Would the Dead Zone repeat a phenomenon twice?]

[boltalicious]

[Black Bolt steps slowly after him, head held high and paying close attention to whatever changes there may be. And so, when they come, he doesn't miss them.]

Yes.

[He has no fear, like he had the last two times, that the word will come with a rush of power. He can feel the difference, he knows his abilities are successfully stripped.]

[12winged_dealer]

[He nodded and opened his journal, scribbling something on the page, not to concerned with being in a straight line, though he was good at that - writing in a straight line that is.]

All right. It is obvious that the Dead Zone strips us of all powers or anything remotely supernatural. I cannot fly, and you do not have the ability to use your vocal cords for attack.