[h2]Tony Stark[/h2] Tony wasn't sure how to respond. "Publicity stunt? Jarvis?" He looked at the suit. "It seems that in this universe, we already exist as characters in comic books, video games, and movies. Your movie actor, Robert Downy Junior, looks exactly like you. Apparently she is confusing you with your Double." "What actor uses "Junior" in their stage name?" "This one, apparently." Stark shrugged, then looked back at the barista. "Actually, this isn't a publicity stunt. I am not Robert Downy Jr, I'm the character he plays, from another universe. Obviously some people in this world have the ability to see the events in my world." "Or we could be thought forms, sir." added Jarvis. "Possibly." he responded, then continued talking to the woman. "I was just hoping to get a low-fat mocha latte and to use your wi-fi." The Barista smiled. "Of course, Mr. Downy." she said, then rang him up. After paying for and receiving his coffee, making sure to stay out of the way of the other customers and the growing crowd, he managed to take one sip before being interrupted by Jarvis. "Sir, I just picked up something on police frequencies. Apparently, there is a bar fight in the Bronx, and one of the men has bone spikes sticking out of his forearms." "A Mutant? He's probably from our world, then, since this one only has them as fiction." "At the very least, he's from a world more similar to ours than this one." "Right. Let's go meet him." Tony threw away the coffee and ordered Jarvis to open the suit. The crowd gasped as he put it on, but refused to move to let him leave. He eventually pushed his way out into the street, only to find and even larger crowd. "Doesn't look like we can walk there. Let's go." He straightened his arms out and Jarvis activated the thrusters, sending them into the sky, much to the surprise of the gathered fans. "Maybe he really is Iron Man." one of them said as he flew away. [hr] [h2]Tyr Anasazi[/h2] Within a few minutes the fight had spilled out onto the streets. Several of the men were charging him, but he grabbed the lead one and spun him around, sending him crashing into his friends. Another man then jumped him from behind, trying to hold his arms so that he couldn't fight, but Tyr jumped up, pushing off of another fighter, and landing on the man that was holding him. This broke the man's grip, and he was able to take a few steps away from the group. One of the men decided that a fair fight wasn't good enough and pulled a gun. "No one make a fool of us," he said, pulling the trigger. A man in red and gold armor landed in front of him at the last second, though, and the armor deflected the bullet into the sidewalk. The armored man then grabbed the gun from his hand, crushed it, and lifted him by the front of his shirt, throwing him into the motorcycles that were parked nearby, knocking him out. Seeing this new combatant, the others ran and jumped on their bikes and left, leaving their unconscious friend behind. Tyr went back inside and, not seeing the bar tender, went behind the counter and grabbed his gear. The man in armor walked in behind him. "I wasn't expecting to find someone in a powered exoskeleton on this backwards planet." Tyr said. "I wasn't expecting to find a mutant with gauss weapons either." the man responded. "Tony Stark." He held out his hand. "Tyr Anasazi." Tyr responded, shaking his hand, "But I'm not a mutant. I'm a Neitzchean. We are genetically engineered to be superior to mere humans." "In that case, I could use a partner in my attempt to return to my world," said Stark. "An ubermensch could be helpful." Tyr smile. "It does seem to be my best chance so far at leaving this place. Very well. We might want to leave before the police show up." Tony nodded. "Well, that guy outside did try to kill you. You could take his bike and money." "I guess he does owe me." Tyr said. He went outside and grabbed the man's keys and cash, then hopped on the motorcycle and drove off, knowing that Stark could follow him in the air. [hr] [h2]Inyasha[/h2] As soon as he entered the dojo, a woman stepped in front of him. "I'm sorry, but the Kendo classes are tomorrow, and we don't practice with real swords." "I was just wondering what this place was. I saw men sparring in here. Is it some sort of training camp?" "It's a dojo," the woman said, with a look of disbelief. "Oh," he said, not understanding, "do you mind if I watch?" "You'll have to leave the sword out here." Well, that wasn't possible. Without the sword, he might transform. "No, that's okay. It's a family heirloom." Well, it was his father's sword. Unable to study their techniques, he turned and left, the receptionist looking disappointed. He went down the stairs and started wandering aimlessly down the streets. He passed a park where he could swear he smelled moths, but he didn't see any and moved on.