It took him only an instant to reach a complete stop. He let himself settle down into his real body once more.
So I suppose this is the thing he had to do first? Which apparently is going to take until near midnight, judging by the speeds involved here.
He’d wondered sometimes if his ability to fly was meant for travel on an interstellar level.
…that makes some sense. Especially with the side effect of essentially going comatose until you reach your destination, at the highest speeds.
But what was your trigger event? Could it be construed such that some alien entity would go “oh, we can solve this by letting him travel to the stars”?
What if he kept accelerating? His breaker power would let him weather the void of space, his ability to see would be that much more powerful if there was no atmosphere to occlude his vision over miles… even the boredom of traveling for years was nothing if his conscious mind shifted into a rest state.
Exactly!
Not that he’d ever test it.
Might be a bit risky. You never know how far you’ll need to travel before you hit something that lets you pull out of that state.
He’d absorbed light, heat and ambient radiation while he flew, and he felt restored. Even the mildest wear and tear had been tended to, his body restored to peak condition.
Something for Legend and Purity to relate over.
His mind was another matter, his emotions. It was like waking up in a warm bed, the man he loved beside him, only to experience a sinking feeling as he came to dread the coming day.
Ouch.
What exactly is it you’re here to do?
He drifted closer to the oil rig, and settled down on a fence, using a touch of his flight ability to stay balanced.
Oil rig, huh? Interesting.
In every direction, as far as the eye could see, there was only water.
We’re a long way away from Brockton Bay now and even now dry spots are but a myth.
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