World of Heroes -- Reboot

"Hello there," said a voice, speaking to Malandros from the lower landing. The voice came from a young man dressed in a fine black business suit; his hair was pitchblack, and so were his eyes. He took out a pocketwatch from his right pocket; with his other hand behind his back, he used the thumb of the hand holding the watch to open it, and looked at the time. "Three... two... one... ah! It's now... no, it was exactly 48 hours since you came to this dimension, was it not?"

The sharply dressed men then looked Malandros square in the eyes. "My name is Lex. And I have nothing to do with that absurd comicbook character, I assure you. Now, I am in charge of making sure that things are kept orderly; both in my... current assumed job, and that of my true occupation. In any case, my agents picked up on you the moment you appeared, and after they did the appropriate research... well, there appears to be no other 'you' in this dimension — and perhaps, not in any other. Like the being known as Wildcard, you are an anomaly, or at least in terms of all dimensions that we know of. I will go after him in due time, but for now, you are my priority. But, rest assured, I do not wish a quarrel between us. All I ask for now is that you tell me where you came from. After that... well, I suppose what happens after will depend on what you tell me, will it not?" He put his pocketwatch away, and placed his now-free hand behind his back with the other one. His right foot then started tapping incessantly, as if waiting for an answer...

edited 25th Oct '12 8:52:20 PM by kkhohoho

Thumped at the speed of light.

edited 4th Nov '12 12:23:02 PM by biomechtraveler

Noticing the suited, clean-cut form Evan looked at the man "Great, I'm a fugitive... again" He sighed and said "I come from a land known as Aleph... at least it is how we call it, I arrived on this place on an accident" He thought wise leave out the parts about his exile.

"'Accident', is it?", questioned Lex. "Just exactly what sort of 'accident' occurred? And please, do remember that your answer could determine whether or not this situation works out well for you..."

"I was supposed to arrive in another, less pleasant place..." Flattery couldn't possibly worsen his situation, he looked around to the nearby walls for an escape route if things got badly out of hand

"What less pleasant place?", asked Lex. "...You know, I cannot help but feel that you're giving me the runaround. If you won't tell me every. Single. Detail... well, I suppose the situation might become somewhat... complicated...

edited 26th Oct '12 6:44:11 AM by kkhohoho

Mr. Cliche frowned and watched the group go off without him before smiling again, "It couldn't have happened any other way."

He heard a crash and slowly crept towards the sound of the noise ready to run at the first sign of danger.

"There was no way around this, ain't it?"he sighed "I was exiled from my own land, headed for a plane of barren lands and bone trees, By some miscalculations by part of my captors I arrived in this plane instead"

It took awhile to absorb the shock, but Jay managed to recover from the nasty fall, and started to look around the dark alleyway. All he saw was Mr. Cliche, and the looked very cautious of what the strange acrobatic creature of the night might be. He stepped out of the shadows, to assure him that no harm will befall a nice man like him.

Then he felt his bare, maskless face.

edited 26th Oct '12 3:41:20 PM by eternalNoob

Kenichi learned forward a bit at Mr. Terrifics explanation. He thought for a moment before saying "But considering the state of your lab, how much of your research can we expect to have truly survived?"

The Devourer's response to Comedy's taunt was another inhuman roar as he swung his three other fists at Comedy's face, chest, and stomach at almost point-black range.

After a long, hard glare at Malandros, Lex then slowly closed his eyes, as a cold smile appeared on his face — but then this eyes opened again as fast as lightning, his smile disappearing almost as quickly, and this new gaze seemed as if it was gazing in Malandro's very soul.

"I am very disappointed. You may think you are telling me the whole scenario, but you are not. You have not told me why you were sent here, nor who your 'captors' are. You also did not tell me what less pleasant place you were supposed to arrive in. What you fail to understand is that every single scrap of information could be vital in some way — and yet, you continue to keep certain important facts secret. Therefore...", he continued, holding up his right arm sideways to his mouth, which appeared to have what looked like a wristwatch on it, "you have left me with little alternative." He then spoke into the 'wristwatch.' "Jake, fire a warning shot, if you please." A fierce blast of bright yellow energy was then fired straight into the air from somewhere on the ground. "The next time," continued Lex, now talking to Malandros again, "that bolt will be aimed at yourself. So I suggest you tell me everything there is to know about yourself, where you came from, how you got here, and whatever else I can think of. Do you understand this?"

"I'm not certain," said Mr.Terrific, his arms crossed, "but when we decide to go home, I should be able to power up the portal again, given time. But what we're after is not my research, but that of this dimension — which is also one of countless possible futures for our own."

Before the three fists could strike, they had all been stopped dead in their tracks in mid-air — with the exception of the fist to the face. Comedy had been able to stop in time before it actually touched his own face, but with stopping the other two in such a short time, it took a few more seconds to fully stop that third fist. And so, the fist to the face succeeded in breaking Comedy's mask to pieces, revealing his hidden face. It Insano had not seen the face of his own reality's counterpart to Comedy, then this would likely have little to no impact on him. However, if he had...

"concentrated essence? Are there people that far along in The Path in this plane!?" He thought to himself, wide eye and surprised. If that was the case then he'd rather swallow his Alephese pride and give the information "You want to hear this poor runaway's sorrowful life? Fine, I was exiled, and supposed to arrived in a barren lifeless land called by my people as The Valley of the Dead Men, a sad little place for traitors and criminals to die in. My captors were some noblemen, monks, my family and teachers who couldn't stand the life I've chosen and the fact that I shunned our main doctrine known to us as "The Path". They thought necessary to exile me to teach me the lesson of not straying away from the path. I got to this particular world, plane, land or whatever it is because I altered the banishment ritual they used to exile me. That is how this pathetic little anomaly found his way into this world... are you satisfied Lex?"

Lex glared at Malandros a moment longer, before finally closing his eyes; when he opened them, they were — for the first time as Malandros had seem them — relaxed, and a slight smile creeped up on his face. "Very good. This is all that I needed to know. I'm sure that Com— who I work for, will be satisfied to hear this, for it does not seem as though you would interfere with our own designs. You are not of this world, and, only having just arrived, should have no reason to meddle. Know this; we have our own designs for this dimension. Now, if you choose to simply live out the rest of your life without interfering, then that will be acceptable. ...However... should you choose to interfere, your fare will not be kind. Do I make myself clear?"

Meanwhile, an individual with almost exactly the same features as the one Issac was fighting took a few brief moments to survey the scene within Kali's subconscious. He was shocked for a beat to realize that he, like his mental host, was totally nude.

But no, that made sense, didn't it? He'd never experienced it in this manner before, but he presumed this was a projection of himself inside another's mind. In a purely mental landscape, and the subconscious one at that, why should one's basic identity perceive itself as wearing clothes? Surely he could just think them into existence when needed. That was the reasoning Josh reassured himself with, at least.

Besides, there were far more important issues to attend to than availability of clothes. Namely, the piece of sh*t with a whip attacking his friend. In the span of time before the man noticed him, Scio took the opportunity to engrave that visage into his memory, making absolutely certain that he would recognize it if he saw it again. Given where they were, Kali's tormentor likely represented someone from the "other side" who'd done something similar to her during her stay in enemy hands, but the fact that he was a mere reconstruction indicated that he wouldn't know anything the alien girl couldn't explain herself afterwards... which also meant that there was no need for Josh to be gentle with him.

Sprinting toward the sadistic scumbag, the anti-hero opened with a haymaker aimed for the other man's temple.

edited 27th Oct '12 4:23:27 PM by darksidevoid

"Yes, though... Could you direct me in how to find any housing, or food for that matter? You see I am new here and I am without any and no valid currency to acquire them"

"So how long does your elevator go up again?"

Just as Dax said this the elevator came to a stop.

"huh" Dax said pondering the universe's sense of humor.

"Well then," said Mr.Terrific, "let us head out and see the cause of that quake, shall we?" And with that, Mr.Terrific headed out the elevator door...

Mr. Cliche watched as Jay's face turned to horror as he realized that he wasn't wearing his mask. Mr. Cliche gave a small nod indicating that he knew something.

"So, your the joker from earlier or your a person with a similar height, build, and sense of style. I'll go with the first until proven wrong."

His jaw clocked by Scio's mighty haymaker, the old man found himself blown back, straight on the ground, the right side of his mouth bleeding. He got himself up enough so that he was kneeling on his right knee, and he wipe the blood off with his sleeve. He slowly looked up to Scio, and a crooked smile steadily formed upon his face. "Heh. Should have figured that you'd show up." He then picked the rest of himself up, and brandished his whip. "But you don't know what you've gotten yourself into, not really. Here — here, you can still die, and if you die here, you die out there." He then left the whip to just his right hand, and with his left, took a sharp knife from his left pocket. "So I'm not so sure this was a good idea on your part. Just sayin'." The old man then lashed out his whip at Scio's right arm, the whip twisting itself around the arm; he then polled the whip back, intending on bring Scio right over to himself...

"Hm?", replied Lex, not sure what or why Morandus was asking him at first. "...Oh. Just go to a homeless shelter for now; I'm sure you can take care of yourself later. But remember; if you interfere, we will take care of you." Then brought out a strange device from his right pocket. "Until then..." And upon pressing the device, Lex was simply no more...

"That was dangerous... Odd too" He stood up and began to walk down the railing and to the sidewalk. His mind went back to something "The concentrated essence... It was yellow, not red... Does this mean this world holds a different type of essence?" He stopped in front of an alley "That would explain my abilities diminishing" He went into the alleyway and sat down, cross legged. The shelter could wait, he needed to confirm this. He sat perfectly still, eyes, long, slow breaths entering and exiting his body. Around the second hour mark he began sensing it, his core, his essence flowing through the insides of his body. It was vague, dull and blurry confirming that his abilities had diminished. But his core was red, and so was his essence. He was still the same, the difference was the worldly essence, it behaved the same way his own did, yet he was right its color and composition was different: It was bright blue and it came from a single core rather than a cluster of them. It wasn't yellow, the energy bolt wasn't produced from a follower of The Path. It took Evan almost half an hour to bring himself back, then he stood up and began walking looking for a home-less shelter.

..Caught me.

Jay reluctantly conceded. He was a nice man, in his eyes, he felt like he sort of owed him for some reason. Besides, no matter how many times this scenario played on his head, the man would find out eventually and let's just say boy's acting skills wouldn't impress Keanu Reaves, and leave it at that. And as long as the man didn't know his name, he surely wasn't that screwed, right?

He decided to take off his large jacket, and gloves. It was as hot as Satan's gym, and it wasn't necessary, seeing as clown kid was not needed at the moment. He then faced Mr. Cliche.

It's Clown Kid, by the way. Um, do you know where the rest of your friends are?

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edited 27th Oct '12 3:16:18 PM by eternalNoob

It took a moment, but the Devourer recognized the face behind the mask. He had memorized the public faces of all the registered vigilantes in case he had to hunt them in their secret identity. He could hardly believe one of them was standing in his way.

   "You're...Scio!"    he spoke in disbelief. Then his expression changed from confusion to indignation.    "What are you doing?!"    he growled as he sent his right foot flying towards Comedy's gut.

Arguma wasn't sure if the new development was one worth smiling about or not, mostly because he wasn't sure how much longer he could look away from the controls without the Exile crashing into something.

[TELL ME, HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT QUO TAHN WEAPONS?] Arguma asked. Because depending on how close to the original energy signature the man was, he could have been mere moments or one impact away from falling apart, dissipating, or blowing up.

Arguma wasn't much of an engineer himself, but he did know that the shots that came out of his gun weren't stable energy signatures. Quite the opposite, they were designed to come apart and dissipate violently, which was part of what allowed the weapon to be lethal to his usually durable species. Which meant that depending on how this mans powers worked, he might have made a lethal mistake.

edited 27th Oct '12 7:04:09 PM by SpaceJawa

As Mastermind and his fellows continued running into the distance, Mastermind spotted a particular notion. "Illusionist," he called out, "do your thing, love." The group then appeared to continue running straight on, right past a homeless shelter. However, for those with very keen hearing, they might notice that the loud footsteps did not keep going straight, but rather, veered off towards the direction of the homeless shelter...

Meanwhile, Malandros soon found himself a suitable homeless shelter — one that a group of strange costumed beings just happened to run by. He saw this from around the corner, but as for whether or not it concerned him, that would be up to his own judgement...

"...Well," said Comedy, after giving a soft chuckle, and stopping the swift kick right in it's tracks, just as he did with the earlier fists, "this is a rather unfortunate predicament, isn't it? Yes, I am Scio — or rather, the Scio from that one particular dimension that I'm sure you've heard so much about. Mind you, we also have a version of yourself, and I assure you, he would not be engaging in such repulsive action as attacking my own person. The two of us actually see very much eye to eye; I cannot say the same for you unfortunately. A shame, that. Oh, look at me; I can just go on and on! But enough of that; weren't we engaging in a mortal battle of life and death just now?" Scio then swiped his sword at Isacc's nearest foot; if he didn't do something immediately, it was very likely that it would be swiped clean off...

edited 28th Oct '12 5:30:24 AM by kkhohoho