Robbie "Walking Disaster Area" Baldwin ✘ Speedball (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ya_assemble2016-06-12 01:45 am
isahellofadrug) wrote in ya_assemble2016-06-12 01:45 am
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It'll Only Get Better From Here
"Uhhhnnnnnnnnooooooowhyyyyy."
That quiet whine was brought to you by Robbie Baldwin. Whining was a perfectly natural reaction to what he'd just been through and he'd have argued the point if there was anyone there to argue with him.
Not that he could see if there was anyone else there, because his vision was blacked out and he was only just starting to get it back. It felt like his nose was bleeding, too.
Whatever had happened, it had been bad. One second Robbie had been bouncing through the hall in Mt. Wundagore, heading to the kitchen to have dinner with the other New Warriors and Jake Waffles -- the next, he'd felt like he'd slammed into a wall at 500 miles per hour. Then he'd felt squeeeezed like something had tried to cram him into a two-dimensional space even though he had three dimensions. His kinetic field was still crackling with pent up energy from...whatever had happened.
The last time he'd felt like this, like he'd been slammed into something and had his kinetic field fried had been --
"AAAUGH!" Robbie shot upright, screaming.
It had been when he woke up after Stamford. For a moment, he had a mini heart attack, until he realized that he wasn't sitting in the twisted, exploded remains of Mt. Wundagore. As far as he could tell, with his dim vision, it was some kind of bleak landscape that looked like an alien planet.
That quiet whine was brought to you by Robbie Baldwin. Whining was a perfectly natural reaction to what he'd just been through and he'd have argued the point if there was anyone there to argue with him.
Not that he could see if there was anyone else there, because his vision was blacked out and he was only just starting to get it back. It felt like his nose was bleeding, too.
Whatever had happened, it had been bad. One second Robbie had been bouncing through the hall in Mt. Wundagore, heading to the kitchen to have dinner with the other New Warriors and Jake Waffles -- the next, he'd felt like he'd slammed into a wall at 500 miles per hour. Then he'd felt squeeeezed like something had tried to cram him into a two-dimensional space even though he had three dimensions. His kinetic field was still crackling with pent up energy from...whatever had happened.
The last time he'd felt like this, like he'd been slammed into something and had his kinetic field fried had been --
"AAAUGH!" Robbie shot upright, screaming.
It had been when he woke up after Stamford. For a moment, he had a mini heart attack, until he realized that he wasn't sitting in the twisted, exploded remains of Mt. Wundagore. As far as he could tell, with his dim vision, it was some kind of bleak landscape that looked like an alien planet.