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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 is used to his werewolf heart giving him abilities that he isn't expecting. This is another one.
Notes: Set before season 8.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 499
Status: Complete
M-21 smirked as he sidestepped Takeo's punch, lashing out with a kick. The spar had been going for a few minutes, neither of them giving too much ground before pushing back again. In the background, M-21 could hear Tao's constant tapping on his keys, almost like the steady beat of a clock.
Takeo hopped back and M-21 leaped after him, trying to close the distance as quickly as possible before Takeo could recover.
M-21 never went down again. He had enough time to widen his eyes and twist himself before his back crashed into the wall.
He bounced off.
And still didn't fall.
"M?" Tao squeaked, his jaw dropped as he tilted his head up to stare at M-21.
"I don't fucking know," M-21 growled, twisting again, trying to will himself closer to the ground. It didn't work. He was hovering in the middle of the room like he was floating in water. There was no pressure around him though. Just…air. What the fuck had happened?
"Aw, man!" Tao whined, shaking his head. "You figured out how to float?" Of course Tao would be gleeful over that. "You have to tell me how you do it!"
"I don't. Know." Losing his concentration didn't stop the hovering either.
In fact, he was going higher.
"Shit," he muttered, trying to swim, move, anything to get closer to the walls so he would have something to grab hold of.
That didn't work either. He was stuck in the middle of the room, watching the tiles drift past. If they hadn't been in the lab, he could have drifted off into fucking space before he figured out how to drop down again.
One of Tao's cables edged into his line of vision and M-21 grabbed it, wrapping it around his hand before closing it into a fist. His legs didn't keep on moving upwards; he had to look like some living flag to Tao.
"I'll keep ya secure until Takeo comes back with Boss," Tao said with a wave. Takeo was already out the room, the door closed; he must have left while M-21 had been trying to stop himself from floating off.
"Thanks," M-21 said, starting to pull himself down, trying to angle his legs towards the floor.
He could do that, but his feet wouldn't stay down there, his body moving like its default position was now flat on his stomach.
"Do you feel any different?" Tao asked, reeling him in as M-21 swung his legs down again.
"No." He frowned. "I don't think so. A little weightless, but that's it." Obviously. Nothing he could pin down and stop.
M-21 reached the floor and placed his feet on the ground.
He went too fast and his feet bounced off it, spinning him in the air again.
Tao's snicker followed him as he groaned, tightening his grip on the cable again. He didn't feel dizzy (yet), but he would be glad when Frankenstein arrived and he'd be able to feel gravity again.
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So I read 411 and promptly died laughing.
Summary: M-21 is used to his werewolf heart giving him abilities that he isn't expecting. This is another one.
Notes: Set before season 8.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 499
Status: Complete
M-21 smirked as he sidestepped Takeo's punch, lashing out with a kick. The spar had been going for a few minutes, neither of them giving too much ground before pushing back again. In the background, M-21 could hear Tao's constant tapping on his keys, almost like the steady beat of a clock.
Takeo hopped back and M-21 leaped after him, trying to close the distance as quickly as possible before Takeo could recover.
M-21 never went down again. He had enough time to widen his eyes and twist himself before his back crashed into the wall.
He bounced off.
And still didn't fall.
"M?" Tao squeaked, his jaw dropped as he tilted his head up to stare at M-21.
"I don't fucking know," M-21 growled, twisting again, trying to will himself closer to the ground. It didn't work. He was hovering in the middle of the room like he was floating in water. There was no pressure around him though. Just…air. What the fuck had happened?
"Aw, man!" Tao whined, shaking his head. "You figured out how to float?" Of course Tao would be gleeful over that. "You have to tell me how you do it!"
"I don't. Know." Losing his concentration didn't stop the hovering either.
In fact, he was going higher.
"Shit," he muttered, trying to swim, move, anything to get closer to the walls so he would have something to grab hold of.
That didn't work either. He was stuck in the middle of the room, watching the tiles drift past. If they hadn't been in the lab, he could have drifted off into fucking space before he figured out how to drop down again.
One of Tao's cables edged into his line of vision and M-21 grabbed it, wrapping it around his hand before closing it into a fist. His legs didn't keep on moving upwards; he had to look like some living flag to Tao.
"I'll keep ya secure until Takeo comes back with Boss," Tao said with a wave. Takeo was already out the room, the door closed; he must have left while M-21 had been trying to stop himself from floating off.
"Thanks," M-21 said, starting to pull himself down, trying to angle his legs towards the floor.
He could do that, but his feet wouldn't stay down there, his body moving like its default position was now flat on his stomach.
"Do you feel any different?" Tao asked, reeling him in as M-21 swung his legs down again.
"No." He frowned. "I don't think so. A little weightless, but that's it." Obviously. Nothing he could pin down and stop.
M-21 reached the floor and placed his feet on the ground.
He went too fast and his feet bounced off it, spinning him in the air again.
Tao's snicker followed him as he groaned, tightening his grip on the cable again. He didn't feel dizzy (yet), but he would be glad when Frankenstein arrived and he'd be able to feel gravity again.
So I read 411 and promptly died laughing.