video | un:thewrench

[in_theworks]

[when the feed clicks on, Wrench shifts to one side and then the other in it, as if he's looking at himself in a mirror -- and all things considered, he may very well be. either way, though, he stops after a beat, and addresses his adoring public in earnest, the mask jumping back and forth between (>_-) and just a flat out (-_-)]

Sooooooooo, I may have made a terrible life decision. I don't feel any different, but uh ... you know that floor in the lighthouse with the creepy warning about wishes and making them? Yeah.

[yeah, he really went there. for the next 24 hours he's a cheap knock off of Peter Petrelli from Heroes]

Anyone wanna come help me figure out what my maybe-probably new super powers are?

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[in_theworks]

I THINK so?

I mean, like I said, I really don't feel any different?

But I also haven't tried to, like, actively kill a yak from 200 yards away with mind bullets, yet.

[he really wishes he had some indication of what he could do, now, so he knew where to start. maybe he should have been more specific??]

[blackscales]

If you don't feel different, what makes you so certain this wish was granted?

[ Surely there was something? ]

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[in_theworks]

Because you don't put a creepy monkey paw-style warning on a wish-granting thing and have it NOT work.

But okay, hold on a second.

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[in_theworks]

[and suddenly, Wrench appears 'on screen' as it were, the LED mask he's wearing flashing a bright (^_^)]

Hey, dude. [a beat] Hold my beer or whatever, 'cause we're doing this. [he's going to try, now, to kill a yak at 200 yards, and so the mask jumps to a (>_-), the expression reading as focus on his part]

[and for a moment, unfortunately, nothing happens]

[for a moment and then Wrench is gone. poof!]

[a distant shriek of ohhhhhh, shit! follows, and then he fwumps into the sand, facedown, like he just fell from a height. he did just fall from a height, having teleported a few feet above where he was standing. his only saving grace seems to be that he wasn't expecting that and didn't tense, saving himself from potentially broken bones]

[but anyway, he lays there for a moment before, without pulling his face out of the sand, waving a hand at the camera. and strained, muffled, he announces:] I'm good. I'm fine. This is fine.

[hold his beer, indeed]

[blackscales]

[ ... Well.

Fascinating. ]

And you had no ability of any kind before this?

[in_theworks]

[give him a minute -- he's just going to roll over and raise his hands above his head, trying to get his breath back]

[he's also not switching back to text. joke's on you]

Nope.

[a beat]

Well, nothing that translates at all here, anyway.

[he's a hacker, and while, no, that's not magic, he could do some crazy shit with that power, back home. unfortunately, his phone is dead and nothing here runs on ctOS or anything else he could slip a back door into]