[b]Super Skrull - Roanapur, Day 0[/b]

In a flash of light, Kl'rt had vanished from the imperial bedchambers. A long day of politics was more tiresome than any day of battle, but being thrust into unfamiliar circumstances revitalized him. When he found he couldn't control his descent, he instead wrapped himself in a force field, fading to invisibility until he had the chance to assess his new situation. After crashing to the ground, it became clear he was on Earth, and that he wasn't the only one brought in this manner. The skrull stood in his crater, silent and invisible watching as the others dispersed and wondering how he had been brought here. Certainly, several of Earth's champions would be capable, but he couldn't think of a single one who would dare snatch him. As the Emperor, taking Kl'rt was as good as a declaration of war.

The others around him were mostly dressed just as outlandishly as the humans he was used to, but he didn't recognize any of them. Once the street had mostly cleared, Kl'rt changed his shape to that of a human. Making sure his clothing matched the style of the pedestrians in the area, he followed the majority of the new arrivals into the bar. Ordering a drink and sitting alone, he listened and observed the conversations and events that followed. A reality warper wasn't much of a surprise. It had happened before, and explained the temerity of taking powerful figures.

The explanations ended, and after everyone left the bar, Kl'rt left alone a few minutes later. What followed was an excursion into the city. He walked through the streets, searching for an area that would suit his needs, passing through a scorched alleyway, traveling by a hotel that was a bustle of activity, before eventually finding himself in a warehouse district. The seedy city had not made him wait. Within moments he was surrounded by the local toughs. They demanded his money, he refused, and they attacked. Their bravado faded in an instant; their attacks were meaningless to the Super Skrull, who still looked to them like any ordinary resident of the city.

As his assailants began to fear him Kl'rt grabbed hold of one who had instigated the situation, pulled him face to face, and transformed back to his natural appearance. "Take me... to your leader, human." The man paled, but complied. Kl'rt resumed a human form, and then spent the next hour ensuring he'd reached the top of the chain of command and ensured a more private audience. When he got there, he revealed himself but didn't depose the man, making a proposition: "You will rule this city, but I will make use of you." The thug paled. Possibly he was thinking of what Kl'rt would do to him, or possibly thinking of the rivals and allies he would have to cross to rule.

The leader took only a little more convincing, and once the 'negotiation' had ended, Kl'rt was instated as his new right hand man, delivering orders to what he found out was the fifth biggest operation in Roanapur. It wasn't influential enough to act in the face of the four main bosses, and particularly not against Hotel Moscow or the Triad. It did, however, boast the most members within the city itself. Since much of the power of the Colombians relied on global connections, and the Mafia had been savaged after an event some time ago, Kl'rt considered this acquisition adequate.

Kl'rt gave orders for the gang members to observe and report the actions of any of the new arrivals to the city. He specified to not interfere for the time being, and that the easiest way to tell the new arrivals was by how they were dressed. Of those Kl'rt had seen earlier in the night, none had worn anything that matched what the locals wore, or what Kl'rt himself had morphed in to.

Having dispatched his new servants, Kl'rt retired to the office of the abandoned warehouse to get some sleep before whatever madness came next.

[b]Super Skrull - Roanapur, Day 1[/b]

What could only have been a few hours later, Kl'rt was awakened by a rap at the door. Even before he answered the door, he could see that things had changed. Parts of the building he stood in had been transformed into a fluffy golden cake. The report he received was simply that it had happened, but that in The City, such an event was not inconceivable or terribly unusual. Dismissing the report, Kl'rt stepped outside to assess the local situation first hand. The warehouse district looked afflicted, a hodgepodge of buildings now partially turned in to food. It was pretty much what Kl'rt had come to expect from Earth.

Within half an hour, reports started to arrive once more. A man in armor wandering the streets. A fighter and a child, and the arrival of a second fighter. The two fighters slaying absurd food monsters, and then fighting each other, and the child fleeing the scene. The end of the fight, and the recovery of the fighters, as well as the observers who had gathered to watch. A vague description of the techniques used by each fighter. The male human seemed to both teleport, and to destroy a food creature without approaching it, and the female had some kind of energy projection. Kl'rt deemed the male to be the more dangerous of the two, particularly after hearing that he had also reattached his arm after battle. As of yet, he did not consider either of them a threat. 

Leaving orders for the gang members to destroy food creatures, or avoid them if they couldn't manage that, Kl'rt returned to his office to await more reports before deciding on a course of action.

[b]Clementine - Roanapur, Day 1[/b]

Clementine had looked back once, after running past Juri, and seen the woman looking her way, but not running. Clementine didn't look back again; knowing where she was going was more important than where she had already been. She couldn't hear the beast behind her anymore, or anyone running behind her either. She ducked down a narrow alley and stopped. She didn't seem to be in any more danger, and there was no sense in wasting energy she didn't have to. It spoke to how much she'd had to run in the last few years that her breathing had hardly quickened. She poked her head back out into the street, looking back the way she'd come, but she had left the house, the man and Juri well behind her and out of sight. 

With no immediate danger in sight, Clementine resumed her interrupted breakfast with part of the wall she was standing by, and resigned herself to traveling alone once again.