tampered | Log: Completed

Log: Completed

When; During the Cloverfield curse.
Rating; Idk. PG-13? Griffin has a mouth on him.
Characters; Griffin

powersponge
Summary; Griffin wants to know what Peter can do, since he's being all cryptic and shit. They go crab huntin'!
Log;

Griffin checked his watch, jumping (teleporting) casually when a crab monster lunged at him. He lifted up the heavy flamethrower from a few feet away where he had reappeared, lighting it and letting loose a woop when flames engulfed the creature. Destruction was fun, and it had been quite awhile since he'd been able to do anything violent. He never thought he'd miss being chased by Paladins.

But as annoying as it was to be stuck in one tiny city after he had lived his life being able to jump anywhere in the world, at least it was occasionally entertaining. True, bringing monster movies to life would be considered horrible by most, but Griffin's inner geek totally reveled in it. Not that he wanted it to, it was just the part of him that had never grown up latching onto something - anything - that he could relate to.

Human interaction before the City had been a rarity, after all... and besides, if Peter had just come out and said what he could do, Griffin wouldn't be so curious.

As it were, he jumped again and blew a crab creature straight out of the air with a pillar of fire. Hopefully, the guy wouldn't be late. He really did want to know.

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It would have looked something like a cloud of dust. Peter wasn't exceptional at landing, at least when he was in a hurry.

The crablike parasites were everywhere, and noticing Peter land on the ground in the midst of them, a few ran his way. Should have picked a better landing spot. As one of the foul things lunged at him, Peter let it phase through him, then sent a little ball of radioactivity straight for it's head.

He smirked a little bit. He was getting pretty good at this control thing.

[ooc; Here's a tag before I head to work! :)]

Griffin wasn't really sure what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't that.

His surprised Jump left a visible rip in the time-space continuum, looking like a sheet of broken glass suspended in the air, and Griffin was suddenly some yards away pointing the flamethrower at the new arrival. As much as it threw him off, at least all the monsters were distracted enough that they were going for the new guy instead.

He blinked and lowered the flamethrower after a second, watching as first a crab slid through Peter like he was intangible and then got a ball of light to the face. What was that, two- three abilities, considering his grand entrance? Pain in the ass.

Griffin brushed off the urge to look impressed and settled with raising an eyebrow. "What, phasing and fireballs? That was what was so hard to describe?"

Peter looked up seeing Griffin and his flamethrower. "Among other things..." he mumbled, somewhat distracted by these terrible parasites. "I apologize for not being the Incredible Hulk."

As he shot another crab creature in the face, one snuck up behind him, giving him a good gash in his arm. Peter let out a painful scream, but looked back to see the wound closing up just like it should.

"How are you fending them off, anyway?" he said, breathing a bit heavier than normal. "Theres...just too many." Granted, Peter'd never used a flamethrower before, and he hadn't worked out that power strong enough to have a flamethrower-like effect.

"Ouch," Griffin gave a sympathetic grimace, before he noticed the wound close up. Four abilities? Just wasn't fair, that. Someone had hit the genetic jackpot.

"Well, for starters I try to stay out of the way and pick them off," he shrugged, looking up as one approached him and leveling the flamethrower to blast it again. The majority were still swarming Peter and he wasn't exactly offering any help. "You just kinda plopped down right into the middle of them and went 'look at me, look at me!'"

Americans. Sheesh. Almost zero survival instinct between the lot of them.

"Fine," he said, continuing to shoot the things away from him. When enough of them were cleared, Peter seemed to disappear.

Sure, he was still there, he was just invisible. A little something Claude taught him how to do. While things still seemed to sort of swarm around him, confused, he took the chance to run to a safer spot before appearing again.

Five.

"Oh, ha ha," he said, eyeing the place that Peter had just been. It certainly wasn't teleportation, or he'd be able to see the jump rot. It was something, though.

Having been disoriented after Peter disappeared, a good number of the crab monsters rounded on Griffin. Swearing, Griffin aimed the flamethrower on them and took a few out, but was overwhelmed in a few seconds and had to teleport out of their way. He figured it wouldn't matter if Peter saw, since the guy had already showcased a bunch of his own abilities.

Besides, he'd be out of flamethrower fuel soon and he'd have to resort to smashing them up the good old fashioned way, with a bat or something. Reappearing next to Peter he said, "so what was that one? Invisibility?"

Peter nodded. He had, for the longest time in the city, not used his powers on purpose in fear that they'd get him in trouble. But if he didn't use them, he couldn't really help people the way he was intended to. There was a greater calling, he thought. He was intended to save the world.

"So what was yours? It looked a bit familiar."

"Jumping," he said, waving a hand. "Got a crowbar on you?"

Griffin was as opposite that school of thought as anyone could possibly be. Playing hero was the dumbest thing you could do, at least as a Jumper, as far as he was concerned. Got you killed is what it did. Got a fair amount of other people mowed down in the process, too. At least in his experience.

"M'runnin' out of fuel."

"Couldn't you just...jump and find one?" Peter smirked. It reminded him a lot of Hiro, who he had leeched a power from, also. Peter could slow time if he really tried, but never did figure out how to teleport.

"Well I could," he sighed, as though it was demanded that he do something that took actual effort. He left a long punch in the time-space continuum when he jumped back to the warehouse he'd taken residence in Underground, and didn't pay it any mind. The only people who could follow through Jump Scars were other Jumpers, anyway.

Peter (obviously!) wasn't one ~~or so he thought.~~

Griffin dropped the flamethrower from his shoulder into the middle of the room and grabbed a metal bat that had been leaning up against the wall before turning around to jump back to the lighthouse.

Peter watched as Griffin appeared to step through time and space. Curious, Peter attempted to follow him, and found himself inside a very curious building.

"This where you live?" he asked, looking around, without thinking that it was probably a bad idea.

The walls were covered with drawings - disturbing looming faces done in charcoal and pencil, with messages etched into the sides (things like "kill" and "destroy him" and "die" etc etc.) One wall had pictures of every different place in the city taken with a digital camera and printed in low quality on regular computer paper - a veritable map of the place.

His flamethrower lay on the ground beside where Peter had just entered.

Griffin's head whipped around so fast he it felt like he was in danger of getting whiplash. His jaw dropped at about the same time that the bat he'd been holding hit the floor with a startlingly loud bang. He stared from the open jump scar to Peter, to the jump scar again.

"How the hell did you just--"

He had bricked up the doors and windows of the warehouse for a reason, and he knew this guy wasn't a Jumper. Jumpers didn't have other abilities.

Oops. Peter took a few steps back. This was definitely a mistake.

"See, you wouldn't get it if I didn't show you." he mumbled, eying Griffin and hoping the guy wouldn't try to kill him. The drawings were creepy enough, let allowed the bricked up windows.

He should have known when he saw the guy with a flamethrower.

"No, no, that is a thing that you don't want to show me."

He had no idea what being a Rogue knockoff got Peter in his own world, but being a Jumper got you hunted down.

So there weren't any Paladins in the city yet. That was a minor detail. It was only a matter of time; as soon as someone from one world showed up, others tended to trickle in behind them. That much was obvious, from observing other people here.

He took a step towards Peter, eyes darting off the walls full of things that he didn't want anyone else to see. "That better be temporary."

Peter nodded. He wasn't sure why exactly, since this little trick wasn't temporary. Nodding just seemed like the appropriate, nervous reaction.

Griffin let loose a breath he had been holding in before pinching the bridge of his nose and stooping to pick up the bat he'd dropped. That was the best thing he'd heard all night.

"That's really fucking good for you," he said, dropping his free hand to his side and gesturing pointedly in the direction that the jump scar had been with the metal end of the bat. "So if you wouldn't mind fucking off, now?"

He really hoped the guy would figure out jumping so he didn't have to do it for him. Griffin wasn't so keen on reaching over there and grabbing Peter for the jump, when he looked ready to have a full-on freak out like that.

"Sorry for trying to help you out..." he mumbled. Instead of doing the whole Jumping thing, and further irritating the guy, he just let himself phase through the bricked up window.

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