revivalproject | Out of the Walls

WHO: Bruno & You!
WHERE: Various locations around Temba
WHAT: Bruno arrived in the city, is certainly NOT dressed for the weather... and lost.
WHEN: First week of February
NOTES: I will start with prose, but will match format, of course
WARNINGS: Beware of Hernando and Jorge.

Hotel

He can see the entire city from his chosen room up on the tenth floor. At least it feels like that. Sort of. But also not really. There are other buildings around that are just as tall, even taller than this so-called hotel. A dull, uninviting place that seems to only exist to store people in it. Bruno doesn't like it. But he also is scared to head back out. Out of his room, out into the cold, out where he might encounter other people.

Unfortunately he has not thought about bringing food with him. Or even water. And he has been getting hungry a while ago now.

It takes him another three hours before he finally rings himself to leave his room and cautiously sneak back down the stairs, hoping to avoid meeting anyone else. He remembers that place with the kitchen and the fire in the walls. Maybe if he's lucky, he can find some food there. At least he knows he can get some salt there...

He makes it all the way into the lobby without incident and casts a quick look around to make sure no one is around. Exhaling in relief, Bruno makes for the door, caution temporarily forgotten as he pulls it open only to run head-first into a person about to head into the hotel, sending Bruno stumbling back and flailing to try and raise his hands. "Oh no no no! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Greenhouse

It has been a short sprint over the plaza and through the (still) cold snow before Bruno can duck into the greenhouse and breath a sigh of relief at the sight of living and blooming plants. He had seen the structure from up in his room and has been left curious. Now he just hopes no one catches him sneaking inside.

The building itself already leaves Bruno puzzled. Translucent but not made of glass. Not that a building made of glass would have been any less reason to wonder. Inside it's warm and he pauses to take in the sight and scents of flowers and plants he doesn't recognize either. Though he doesn't step in too far right away, rather sticking to the nearest bushes and making an effort to slip behind a tree, giving its trunk a gentle knock for good luck's sake.

Maybe not gentle enough, however, as the knock obviously is enough to dislodge one of the purple fruits above, causing it to fall and, naturally, hit Bruno right on the head with an audible thunk immediately followed by a quick "Ouch!" that is much louder than Bruno has anticipated it to be.

Hangar

Thin sandals remain notably unsuited footwear for all the snow still covering Temba. Snow that is still pink and cold and yet little prevents Bruno from walking through it regardless, muttering to himself about freezing his toes off. He isn't even sure what he is looking for. A way out? A path back home?

Maybe. But regardless how far he wanders, he doesn't really seem to be getting anywhere. At some point he seems to be away from most buildings, leaving him wandering without protection from the cold winds and regretful of his decision as he pulls his green ruana tighter around his form, hood pulled low over his head.

Spotting the tall, secluded building feels like a blessing and Bruno makes his way over as quickly as possible, only to pause at the large door, considering to knock. He doesn't knock, instead hopes no one notices him slipping inside and to quickly locate some cover. Though it quickly becomes apparent that he needn't have worried about cover as the large building appears empty. Aside from the massive-

"Wha- What are these?" Bruno wonders aloud, eyes wide as he takes in the small fleet of space ships. Unsure what to make of them and whether or not they may be dangerous, Bruno backs away towards the closest wall, literally bumping into the hovering data point minding its own business. Bruno shrieks and leaps away from the glowing orb at the sudden knowledge being dumped into his head so similar to his visions and yet also so unlike them.

He stares at the data point for another moment, then back towards the ships, mouth hanging open in recognition. "I... I know what you are now..." Bruno remarks towards no one in particular. Though if anyone happens to be around the ships after all, they sure may have heard his shriek.

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"So this super strong person you know is a lady?" Tommy asked, tilting his head.

Another pause from Bruno, almost as if he is contemplating whether or not to answer. Tommy… Is proving to be rather persistent.

He lets out a breath of resignation. “It’s… My niece’s gift. Kid’s incredible, but- That shouldn’t be important now.”

"Wow, sounds cool. So, what do you do?"

Yep, he can do that math.

"You don't have to tell me of course. Powers are for ourselves. Just wondering if it can help out here. But like, fuck, not trying to use you. People are shit when they do that."

"I-" Bruno starts, then swallows his words with a grimace before deciding on an answer.

"Nothing!" He declares with a swiftly raised index finger while backing further back up the stairs. "I. Do. Nothing! Not anymore and never again. If things go bad? That's not on me. Because I won't be doing anything!"

Well Tommy gets that. He tucks his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. People were like that about me too. They acted like when things went wrong, it really was my fault. I didn't know how to correct them. Not like I signed up for my powers or anything."

Bruno frowns upon hearing those words. "But- You're fast, right?" That seems like a useful thing. "How're you supposed to make bad things happen by being fast?" That's an odd logic to him at least and his bewilderment shows. Did Tommy just beat everyone in a race and they didn't like that?

"I'm not just fast. I can make things move fast, which, when you get down to the smallest levels of what makes things, that leads to explosions," Tommy answered with a shrug.

Yeah, this leaves Bruno with little to say. Which doesn't mean he can't wonder. "But why would you want that? I mean. Explosions..."

"Sometimes you need them, to get into places, or out of them."

Most of the time Tommy did his best not to touch that part of his powers. It scared him the most. There was no good there, not until recently.

"...why don't you just use the door?" Look, Tommy, this is a perfectly reasonable question as far as Bruno is concerned.

"Because sometimes there aren't doors. Or they aren't close enough."

Does Bruno follow that logic?

No. He will question it.

"Wait. Are you saying you will break the wall of someone's home if the door isn't close enough?"

Oh come on it's not like that.

"No, not really, but it's more a 'sometimes you need to escape' thing."

"From... What...?!"

Now you're making him anxious about what could possibly be faster than you, Tommy.

Yeah, that's a fair reaction he supposed.

"It's less about from what, and more why. Because sometimes bad stuff happens man."

"Tell me about it." Bruno mutters with a rather distinct little eyeroll. Look, he sees bad stuff. And gets blamed for it.

"Still." He frowns. "I don't see how exploding a wall will keep your goldfish from dying."

"I've never had a goldfish," Tommy said, rolling his eyes. "But fighting people trying to conquer the world, that can be useful."

Goldfish? Really? Dude, he's a super hero.

There is a long moment of silence as Bruno works through those words. Especially the entire concept of fighting people trying to conquer the world part. Which simply makes no sense to Bruno. The whole world? That's way too much for a single person to try and conquer. Also who would even want that? But more importantly, Tommy is just a kid. That shouldn't be something for him to do.

So after that prolonged silence has passed, Bruno sums up his accumulated thoughts on the matter in a very eloquent: "Why...?"

He's not that much of a kid. Older than basically all of Bruno's nieces and nephews. He's been through more at younger.

"I don't know. Evil people, people who want power, they're just like that. Does the 'how' and 'why' matter so much as the not letting them win?"

Don't worry, Tommy. You'll be a kid to him until at least your mid-thirties.

Though right now Bruno is more concerned how very much messed up all of that sounds. "So you... Stop these evil people. Because no one else does?"

"There are other people who do too. But there are a lot of bad people and so you need a lot of people to help too. Though these days I do a lot more saving people from nature. Like flooding or disaster relief. I can get places other people can't."

And that matters. Sometimes you don't need a suit of armor around the world. Sometimes you need someone to dig you out of a collapsed basement or save you as your car floats away.

"Oooookay." Bruno says slowly, head nodding at an equally slow pace as he processes the information, hands fidgeting in an undecided way before a single index finger dares to come up in front of Bruno. "You do that. Do your rescuing. You're doing good. But don't hurt yourself. Someone will be sad if you're getting hurt. Or mad. Or both. So don't get hurt." He finishes with a nod. "I'll be in my room."

That's... A lot to say. And weird at that. Tommy considered him, thoughtful and almost confused. What a thing to say.

"Usually people older than me tend to be all 'stop, you'll get hurt'. I like 'do it but be careful' better. And yeah, I know. I've got my brother. He'd flip."

But what's with the room? Which room?

The room Bruno has yet to pick, of course. Please don't worry about it.

"Brother, yes. Good. Know what? You should probably go see him. Let him know he doesn't have to worry. Siblings, right? Always worrying!" Bruno remarks with a small, almost dismissive wave of his hand.

Well, he's being weird, but Tommy sighed.

"Yeah, you want your space. I'll see ya around man."

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