A quiet day in Metropolis - a nice break from all the chaos and harm that exists within the world - when all of a sudden, an unnatural light illuminates the sky. "Is that a bird?" people cry "No it's a plane!" others say "Superman?" "METEOR!!" panic breaks out, people start running and trying to get to shelter. The meteor descends, gaining speed and heat as it continued directly towards the city. What seemed to be the moment before impact, the meteor came to an almost immediate stop, the momentum of the force creating a crater the width of the street it had fallen in, which spread dust throughout the area. Onlookers stepped forward, curiosity gripping them as the dust began cleared. From the crater, stepped a shadowed figure, steam rising from his strange form. One man moved closer, too close. The figure's arm stretched out quickly and grabbed his head. People began to scatter once more and soon a slight gurgling sound emerged from the stone figure which could now be seen holding the man. Soon his grip relaxed, and the man fell on the floor, gasping for air. A shaky, grinding deep voice emerged from the figure, but no words were produced, only what seemed like crazed yelling.
A quiet day in Metropolis - a nice break from all the chaos and harm that exists within the world - when all of a sudden, an unnatural light illuminates the sky. "Is that a bird?" people cry "No it's a plane!" others say "Superman?" "METEOR!!" panic breaks out, people start running and trying to get to shelter. The meteor descends, gaining speed and heat as it continued directly towards the city. What seemed to be the moment before impact, the meteor came to an almost immediate stop, the momentum of the force creating a crater the width of the street it had fallen in, which spread dust throughout the area. Onlookers stepped forward, curiosity gripping them as the dust began cleared. From the crater, stepped a shadowed figure, steam rising from his strange form. One man moved closer, too close. The figure's arm stretched out quickly and grabbed his head. People began to scatter once more and soon a slight gurgling sound emerged from the stone figure which could now be seen holding the man. Soon his grip relaxed, and the man fell on the floor, gasping for air. A shaky, grinding deep voice emerged from the figure, but no words were produced, only what seemed like crazed yelling.
The figure knew one thing, this world was his.
Falcon descends into the city, hovering over the figure. He lands a moment later, "Who are you, glowstick?"
A quiet day in Metropolis - a nice break from all the chaos and harm that exists within the world - when all of a sudden, an unnatural light illuminates the sky. "Is that a bird?" people cry "No it's a plane!" others say "Superman?" "METEOR!!" panic breaks out, people start running and trying to get to shelter. The meteor descends, gaining speed and heat as it continued directly towards the city. What seemed to be the moment before impact, the meteor came to an almost immediate stop, the momentum of the force creating a crater the width of the street it had fallen in, which spread dust throughout the area. Onlookers stepped forward, curiosity gripping them as the dust began cleared. From the crater, stepped a shadowed figure, steam rising from his strange form. One man moved closer, too close. The figure's arm stretched out quickly and grabbed his head. People began to scatter once more and soon a slight gurgling sound emerged from the stone figure which could now be seen holding the man. Soon his grip relaxed, and the man fell on the floor, gasping for air. A shaky, grinding deep voice emerged from the figure, but no words were produced, only what seemed like crazed yelling.
The figure knew one thing, this world was his.
Falcon descends into the city, hovering over the figure. He lands a moment later, "Who are you, glowstick?"
A quiet day in Metropolis - a nice break from all the chaos and harm that exists within the world - when all of a sudden, an unnatural light illuminates the sky. "Is that a bird?" people cry "No it's a plane!" others say "Superman?" "METEOR!!" panic breaks out, people start running and trying to get to shelter. The meteor descends, gaining speed and heat as it continued directly towards the city. What seemed to be the moment before impact, the meteor came to an almost immediate stop, the momentum of the force creating a crater the width of the street it had fallen in, which spread dust throughout the area. Onlookers stepped forward, curiosity gripping them as the dust began cleared. From the crater, stepped a shadowed figure, steam rising from his strange form. One man moved closer, too close. The figure's arm stretched out quickly and grabbed his head. People began to scatter once more and soon a slight gurgling sound emerged from the stone figure which could now be seen holding the man. Soon his grip relaxed, and the man fell on the floor, gasping for air. A shaky, grinding deep voice emerged from the figure, but no words were produced, only what seemed like crazed yelling.
The figure knew one thing, this world was his.
Falcon descends into the city, hovering over the figure. He lands a moment later, "Who are you, glowstick?"
Granite looks up at the suspended creature, who looked similar to the common inhabitants, but strangely seemed to possess some greater ability (he must be one of this planet's warriors). The creature is making some sound from its mouth and Granite tries replicating the mouth movement "Huuuu aaagggghhh ooo gnaawwtiddd." Now that Falcon has a clear view, he can see that the figure seems to be made completely from stone, similar to that of the Thing.
Falcon descends into the city, hovering over the figure. He lands a moment later, "Who are you, glowstick?"
Granite looks up at the suspended creature, who looked similar to the common inhabitants, but strangely seemed to possess some greater ability (he must be one of this planet's warriors). The creature is making some sound from its mouth and Granite tries replicating the mouth movement "Huuuu aaagggghhh ooo gnaawwtiddd." Now that Falcon has a clear view, he can see that the figure seems to be made completely from stone, similar to that of the Thing.
Putting a finger to his right temple, clicking a button on his goggles, Falcon has Redwing scan Granite completely, determining density, any weak areas in physiology, and composition. Falcon takes a cautious step back, "Larble marble garble. Sorry, pal. Can't hear a word you're sayin'."
Granite looks up at the suspended creature, who looked similar to the common inhabitants, but strangely seemed to possess some greater ability (he must be one of this planet's warriors). The creature is making some sound from its mouth and Granite tries replicating the mouth movement "Huuuu aaagggghhh ooo gnaawwtiddd." Now that Falcon has a clear view, he can see that the figure seems to be made completely from stone, similar to that of the Thing.
Putting a finger to his right temple, clicking a button on his goggles, Falcon has Redwing scan Granite completely, determining density, any weak areas in physiology, and composition. Falcon takes a cautious step back, "Larble marble garble. Sorry, pal. Can't hear a word you're sayin'."
Granite's jaw loosens as he moves it side to side, he then snaps it back up. "That's improved." he says in a deep rumbling voice "I've studied your language, but I needed an actual specimen for me to actually discover how you formulated sounds into communications. Understand, on my home world, this is not how one would normally communicate."
Falcon's scan reveals that Granite's skin is indeed solid rock (though it's composition seemed foreign to Earth), this rock should be able to withstand regular blows or projectiles. However, the scan shows that there is not actually any solid base holding together his body as if his body was only held in place by some force.
The thin crack on Granite's face turns up in what appears to be a smile. He holds up a hand from which a deep-blue crystal spike protrudes. "Immediately, submit."
Putting a finger to his right temple, clicking a button on his goggles, Falcon has Redwing scan Granite completely, determining density, any weak areas in physiology, and composition. Falcon takes a cautious step back, "Larble marble garble. Sorry, pal. Can't hear a word you're sayin'."
Granite's jaw loosens as he moves it side to side, he then snaps it back up. "That's improved." he says in a deep rumbling voice "I've studied your language, but I needed an actual specimen for me to actually discover how you formulated sounds into communications. Understand, on my home world, this is not how one would normally communicate."
Falcon's scan reveals that Granite's skin is indeed solid rock (though it's composition seemed foreign to Earth), this rock should be able to withstand regular blows or projectiles. However, the scan shows that there is not actually any solid base holding together his body as if his body was only held in place by some force.
The thin crack on Granite's face turns up in what appears to be a smile. He holds up a hand from which a deep-blue crystal spike protrudes. "Immediately, submit."
OOC: Is this a Fanon character?
IC: Falcon shakes his head, "Submit? Ok, grand puba. I'll submit."
Granite's jaw loosens as he moves it side to side, he then snaps it back up. "That's improved." he says in a deep rumbling voice "I've studied your language, but I needed an actual specimen for me to actually discover how you formulated sounds into communications. Understand, on my home world, this is not how one would normally communicate."
Falcon's scan reveals that Granite's skin is indeed solid rock (though it's composition seemed foreign to Earth), this rock should be able to withstand regular blows or projectiles. However, the scan shows that there is not actually any solid base holding together his body as if his body was only held in place by some force.
The thin crack on Granite's face turns up in what appears to be a smile. He holds up a hand from which a deep-blue crystal spike protrudes. "Immediately, submit."
OOC: Is this a Fanon character?
IC: Falcon shakes his head, "Submit? Ok, grand puba. I'll submit."
OOC: Yup-e-dup-pee-doo. Profile on the PA.
IC: Granite lowers his arm. "Are you not a warrior of terra? That you would sacrifice your planet immediately if opportunity arose, tells much to me."
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