The Crisis of Infinite Worlds

River Thames

"En-gu-land?" Yamamoto said, in the tone of someone familiar with the word but having never had to use it before now. That was pretty much on the other side of the world! Even farther away than Italy! "Wow, I've never been this far away from home before!"

He looked around the riverbank again, his bafflement having given away to a wonderstruck filter that made the tame waters and grey stone appear exotic and interesting rather than mysterious. However, knowing where he was didn't make it any clearer why he had ended up there, and it seemed like everyone in their small group was in the same predicament. "Hmm... well, last time this happened to me, it was because someone needed us to help them. Maybe, if someone brought us here, we can find them and ask them what's going on?"

His attempt at rational thinking came to a quick end when they were joined by another individual, this one with an appearance that made Yamamoto call out in excitement. "Ah, a robot!" A robot from space, no less! "We're on Earth, Mr. Robot, in England, but none of us know why we're here!"

Well, some members of their group seemed to know what England was, but Zagreus was dumbfounded. "I've never heard of this place either," he admitted, "although, I don't know many surface civilizations." The Angles, something else he didn't know.

For a moment, he didn't even notice the newest addition to their group. When he did, he stared at the odd person in metal before remembering his manners. Perhaps this person was a creation like Talos. No need to stare.

"Spaceflight?" he muttered mostly to himself before glancing back up at their surroundings.

"I had no idea human civilization had advanced so far," he commented, "not that I've seen many buildings before, but to make them so tall. Tall enough to reach space? Incredible." For the moment, he was too captivated to even think much about the hows and whys, just enjoying the chance to be out of the Underworld to experience something so new.

As Iida desperately tried to explain himself, the guard waved his hand and hissed for him to stop. When he was able to get a word in, the man spoke slowly and deliberately. "Sir, I don't speak Japanese. Do you speak en-glish?" It was a strange thing- Iida understood the man just fine, and Scarlet Spider understood Iida, yet for some reason...

Meanwhile, a few of the civilians also disembarking from the eye paused to look up in awe at the red and black suit man perched on the bars. One little blonde boy pointed up to call "Look, mummy, it's Spider-Man!"

Tenya Iida

After being asked if he could speak English (Which, of course he could), he switched languages and began to speak in English, saying: "Yes, I can, and I asked why you didn't have a sign saying that you only accept British currency around here. Surely that should've been an important thing to have, right?"

River Thames

Michael looked back to the others to see a newcomer. Pre-spaceflight planet? That's.. an odd way to describe Earth. He was about to answer, however, Yamamoto had answered first. Oh well, he might as well simply greet them.

"Hello there. It's nice to meet you." He said to Darth Imperius with a smile.

Edited by TheGeekArtist08 on Jan 26th 2021 at 1:56:33 AM

London Eye:

License? Huh, so the Superhuman Registration Act, or whatever they're calling it there, was passed in Japan. Well, doesn't matter. And Quirk? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Superpowers, I presume.

Leaving aside the unimportant musings, I focused on the situation at hand. Someone was responsible for this mess. That much was clear. This guy was just like me, teleported from a far away place to London. My only hope was that he wouldn't turn into an enemy. It took me a while to notice that I understood him perfectly, despite him being Japanese. Either he must be really good at English or there is something else going on here.

From below, where people have gathered after getting out of this ferris wheel, one child shouted that there was Spider-Man here. I observed the surrounding to check if Peter Parker also arrived at London due to a teleporting superhuman...

Oh.

He meant me.

After clenching my teeth, I practically shout to that one: "I'm not Spider Man!" It was probably enough to make that kid cry rivers. I didn't care. Not at all. Not at all.

I turned to the hero from Japan, who was arguing about the currency with the man below. "Of course Britain is going to accept only British currency." I sighed. It was pretty clear this would never end. So I continued: "If you want to find a place to look over this city and doesn't require payment, I can take you there by swinging."

Edited by kaalban on Jan 26th 2021 at 6:11:42 PM

"I am not a droid, though not having to go hungry like them would be very useful. But I appreciate you telling me the name of the planet." Though he has to admit, naming a planet after the ground and soil? That's a bit uncreative. Atleast England sounds better. Oh well, atleast with this information now he just needs to find a way to call the Empire.

He then glanced at Michael when he spoke to him. He then nodded to him after he smiled at him.

"A pleasure to meet you as well. I am Darth Imperius of the Dark Council. Hopefully we can solve this situation quickly."

River Thames

Of course, introductions! Yamamoto had completely forgotten his manners in his confusion. After Imperius had finished speaking, Yamamoto smiled and raised his hand in greeting "I'm Yamamoto Takeshi. Nice to meet you all."

Wait, had Imperius said he was from the 'Dark Council'? That didn't exactly sounds friendly... well, Yamamoto could ask about it once they were on their way. "Alright then, should we go?" he asked, tapping his sword twice against the ground in imitation of a batter. "Since none of us have any idea why we're here, we should try and find someone who does!"

River Thames

Michael smiled back at both Imperius and Yamamoto. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Michael Afton," He said. "But please, address me as Michael."

Yzma (River Thames)

"Dark Council? Oh, I like the sound of that..." Yzma mused aloud. This 'Darth Imperius' sounded like a wonderful friend, given both the group he belonged to and the fact that he had traveled the stars. But how to acquaint herself with him...

"You may call me Yzma, Royal Sorceress of the Kingdom of the Sun. Kingdom name pending." She said, introducing herself to him, and the others by proxy.

Zagreus was almost too busy staring at the city around them to realize they were all introducing themselves. So rude, Nyx would be disappointed in him for forgetting his manners.

"Oh, I'm Zagreus," he said with a friendly smile, "are we all giving titles as well? Formerly Prince of the Underworld, currently Security Advisor of the Underworld. And I think asking someone for help is really all we can do at the moment, unless we want to just wander aimlessly."

"..Mate, you're in flippin' Bri'ain," went the guard. "That goes without saying, dunnit? Now come on, time to pay the piper."

The crowd drew back a little, startled by the tone of that remark. Somewhere in the crowd, a man called "Then why're you dressed like him, you div?!"

"I...........er............can't say that you're wrong. So, if you could give me time to translate some of my Japanese currency into British currency, I'm sure I can give you the money due."

Shocker

Anyone nearby might have heard an odd sound, much like a yell of panic. It increased in volume until a hole opened in the world and a man plummeted out, ricocheted off a wall, and then another, and finally landed on the roof of a small building. The Shocker lay there, more stunned than hurt, before rolling over. Ok, all bones solid? Check. Gadgets unbroken? Good. Money?.....dammit. The wiry figure in brown and yellow slowly climbed to his feet and stretched with a popping chorus of joints. He glanced about again as if the small bag of money and jewelry he'd boosted from the auction would simply appear.

No dice.

Sighing, he finally raised his head to check out the neighborhood, at first with weary irritation and then with panic. This...is not New York. Where the #$@&%*! am I? Is this something with Mysterio? I hate that illusion stuff. I'm gonna crack his fishbowl one of these days. Then he spotted the weird red bus. That was familiar, at least from TV and movies. "England? Why the *&!$ am I in England?" Looking around, he saw a door that clearly led downstairs and made to pulverize the lock.

Then a voice floated up to him. "Look, it's Spider-man!" Great. While he appreciated the heads-up, Herman Shultz did not want to deal with any Spider-folk just now. Nonetheless, he jogged over to the edge of the roof to check things out. Maybe it was some imitation or a publicity stunt, like that Scarlet Spider guy.

Bingo. Well, I hope it's just a coincidence and not more of that cosmic crap. With an easy leap, he hopped off the edge of the roof, using his blasters to land with a small bump. First destination-booze

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Sith nodded to Yzma, and the others who spoke too.

...He had to admit, she looked like a better looking version of her master. And that's saying something.

"Yes, I suppose standing around doing nothing won't help our situation. Perhaps the actual locals could help us out, hmm?" He agreed with Zagreus. The sooner this is dealt with, the better.

River Thames

Michael looked at Zagreus, nodding at the idea he came with.

"That seems like a good idea. Thing is, where are we supposed to go to? Have you got any ideas?"

Yzma (River Thames)

"There's this wonderful thing you humans do that's called walking." Huaca spoke up, announcing his presence on Yzma's shoulder.

"Quiet." Yzma hushed her companion, before pointing to the river. "We could follow the river, it has to lead to civilization. Whether or not they're smart enough to tell us anything is another matter, but it's the best chance we've got."

Shocker-London Eye

Now I have booze. What's next? Herman had his mask pulled up enough to take another swig of delicious bourbon. He'd been careful to pay for the beverage-no point in attracting too much attention with a possible Spider-person about-and now he was happily wandering down the street and looking for either trouble or fun.

Herman felt oddly carefree. Perhaps it was being in a new city. Perhaps it was that he just wasn't getting the usual reactions from the passersby. In New York he'd always felt the need to either strut or act menacing to head off trouble from whatever hero or twit decided to step up. Here people weren't running away or laughing and pointing (admittedly, he'd made a habit of blasting the laughers, so that had died off).

He was feeling so good, in fact, that he decided to go see what this Spider-bloke ahead of him was doing. Talking to some other guy, it looked like. Heroes? I dunno any British heroes except that Major Britain guy or whassername. Eh, worst comes to worst I can blast 'em and split.

He ambled up to the crowd that was currently yelling at Kaine and happily flipped him off. "Hey, Spider-face? Are ya on vacation?" Man, this is some good booze.

River Thames

Yzma's suggestion was met with a cheerful chuckle from Yamamoto. "We're already in the middle of civilization, wouldn't you say?" He tilted his head to the multitude of buildings that surrounded the group.

"Still, the little guy has a point. We're not getting anywhere by just standing around." Yamamoto walked up to Yzma and, unless anything was done to stop him, patted the little stone guy atop his little stone head. Then he rested his sword across his shoulder and moved beyond them, walking towards the memorial that Yzma and her friend had first appeared besides.

What an interesting group! he thought to himself as he walked. A sorceress, a prince, a man from another planet... he wondered which of them were playing a game, like he was with the mafia, and whether any of them were actually real.

London Eye:

"Does the black and red scream Spider Man to you, you..." I would have shouted to the fullest, had it not been for Shocker, of all people. And he seemed to drunk too. Flipping me too, that bastard.

'Great, just great. As if teleporting to Britain out of nowhere wasn't a problem already.'

Of course, I groanded and facepalmed, but at least it wasn't the dangerous sorts, like Carnage or Kraven. Cause that would escalate this from a "problem" to "disaster". I observed him, and deduced that he was not planning on blasting everything that might have upset him, at least not yet. I jumped to reach the lower part of the Eye.

"What are you doing here, Shocker? How did you end up here in the first place?" I asked while keeping my eye on this thug.

Shocker-London Eye

He's sticking to the wall. Maybe he IS a real Spider-jerk. Maybe I should make a Shocker army...his thoughts were cut off by the somewhat rude greeting from the Scarlet Spider.

"Hell if I know, Webhead. Last I remember I was running through Brooklyn trying to escape the real Spider-man when this weird portal opened up below me and I fell down onto a building here in...England? Some kind of shift but why me....and I guess you? I hope this isn't one of Osborne's stupid master plan things. That guy's a bastard," Shultz finished woozily, rewarding himself with another slug of booze. "Or a weird-ass dream. What do you think is going on?"

Edited by Booky on Feb 11th 2021 at 4:28:08 AM

Just then, a voice called out from the stairs leading from the riverbank up to the street. A man stood there, leaning against the wall, wearing a peculiar costume that included a dark cap with a checkered ring, and a very bright yellow jacket with a blue label saying "Metropolitan Police".

"'scuse me," he went. "You mind telling me what you're all doing down there?"

Estelle had been standing still for a moment. Very still, in fact, and very quiet, as if frozen in time. A moment later, a disturbing development took place. A high pitched whine began, starting at the edge of hearing and getting louder and louder. Cracks of red light began spreading across her body, growing ever brighter. Then, just as the light and sound reached a fever pitch, Estelle was enveloped in a blinding flash, there was a great fizzling sound, and suddenly she was gone. Only a few little flecks of orange drifting down through the air indicated the girl was ever there at all.

At the outdoor seating of a cafe, just as with all the other entrances, there was a buzzing in the air, a shimmering of orange light, and then with a flash and a burst of air, something materialised in the middle of the street. Unfortunately, this time around, the 'something' wasn't too friendly. A great hulking brute stumbled over the pavement, something that could only charitably be called a man. Dressed in blue dungarees and little else, the eight-foot beast was hunched and balding, with mismatched muscles all over its body- ranging from weedy to bulging -and its corpselike skin ranged from greens to browns to blues, the patches cleanly divided by stitches and staples. Bolts of metal jutted from its exposed back, occasionally sending off electric sparks. The beast moaned and grunted, disoriented by the sunlight and the screaming of nearby pedestrians. Within seconds, the creature was riled up to the point where it started flailing about, knocking over tables and chairs, before finally grabbing a parasol, ripping it from its stand, and flinging it through the nearest window with a crash.

Well, the group seemed to be in agreement, so it was just time to start moving.

Or, it would've been before a local actually approached them. "Or perhaps we don't need to move," Zagreus said with amusement before speaking up to be heard by the police officer.

"We actually aren't sure ourselves," he said, with a shrug, "it seems we were all brought here without any warning. Quite a few of us don't even know what exactly this place is. If you could give us some help figuring this out, we'd be much obliged."

Michael looked at who Zagreus is talking to. "It was probably just a random passerby," he thought.

Turns out, it's a cop. Must've been on duty or something.

Michael decides to observe the situation for now, hoping to possibly have a say on the situation later on.

Hinata Hyūga

“E-Estelle–”

Hinata wasn't entirely sure what'd happened, but her immediate assumption was that Estelle had somehow perished for whatever reason. A horrified gasp escaping her throat, she clapped a hand over her mouth—unconsciously activating her Byakugan in an effort to find any trace of her.

Nothing.

Though not even trying to hold back tears, she didn't have time to mourn—as the sounds of a nearby cacophany caught her attention all of a sudden. Casting her gaze between the others, it was only when she heard the crash of breaking glass that all doubts escaped her mind—turning on her heel and running towards the sounds; using chakra to bolster her speed tremendously and kicking off of trees out of the park, swinging off of poles, and vaulting over cars as she finally reached the road.

As she grew closer, she activated her Byakugan again, hoping to study the source of this violence more thoroughly. Its size, its... ''composition, and whether it had any recognizable weak points. Estelle's sudden vanishing was fuelling her, and she felt a fire pulsing through her heart.

The Will of Fire...

Taking several kunai in hand, she flicked multiple towards the creature so as to distract it.