And lo, for now there were two approaching the forward gates of the League of Heroes. Two vastly different humans, carrying themselves uniquely and albeit silently. One did not yearn to speak, the other had nothing to say. A traveling pair of nobodies, well, at least one nobody. Youngest of the pair was a girl. Slouched, wearing clothes that hung off of her shoulders and barely fit her properly. As though she didn't mind the judgements of others on her manner of dress. Perhaps something of dire significance was running through her mind, rather than social normalcy. 

The other's face was distorded and ghastly, as though it weren't quite meant to exist with half of the features it bore. Most definitely, the man who was standing at around 5'4" fell just over the edge into the uncanny valley. Strangely enough, he carried himself with significant pride. Some men would call him cocky, just by looking at the way he walks. 

The two beings that have been described to you are One and Doppler.

They have been traveling for around a month now, after hearing of the league Doppler set out first. One had other reasons, though, we're not sure what. No seriously, when you have as vast a comprehension as One, you really can't read what's going on behind those eerie staring eyes. Now, Doppler picked up One in the streets wearing little more than a hospital gown. Though, from what he's managed to pick out of her brain, she left the hospital months before she ran away from home. So the gown didn't make much sense. So he bought her a fine outfit and decided to let her tag along.

She vehemently opposed telling where she lived, something about the sense of confinement in such a closed minded place. Seemed to Doppler that she had been through a bad ordeal, and let it go. 

Now, we're in the present. Doppler and One arrive at the doorstep of the League of Heroes to find, well, two very large men standing guard around an unsurprisingly larger door. 

One mumbled some thoughts to Doppler, nothing of grave importance, just some facts about how doors are designed to accomodate those who live within. So doors this massive mean that there must be some very large men or women living there. 

Doppler simply smiled and reached out his hand in a handshake, withdrawing his glove from his right hand. "Hello fellow, my compatriot and myself would appreciate entrance int- Into this place." He actually forgot to breathe, and paused to breathe in at about the point where he said 'into.' 

If One had normal thought processes, she might have actually chuckled at how frightened he sounded. 

This was actually a double edged test, and One knew exactly what Doppler was doing. These two were guards, and Doppler was a thief. If they happened to touch his hand, they'd be demonstrated quite quickly what his powerset is. What powerset, you might ask? 

I already told you. Doppler's a thief.

Now, if they ask for some sort of proof of his abilities, he will again insist that they touch his hand. Really, Doppler just wants to see how strong they are, to gauge just what level superbeings existed in this League of Heroes. 

Now, while Doppler was busy trying to impress the guards, One simply meandered towards the door and pushed at it gently. Though, it did not budge, she persisted this pushing. Wordlessly pressing against this impassable barrier, she looked up at the guard that was nearest to her, and not Doppler, and once more remained silent. One pushed on the door again, while she attempted to maintain eye contact with the bruiser. 

One way or another, they were gonna get into this League of Heroes. Be it through convincing or coniving.