[h2]Stark[/h2]
[@KoL]Stark was surprised that the woman wasn't obsessing over him like the others, so it took him a second to realize what she had asked.  "Oh, I built it myself." he replied.  "It's not a costume.  It's an actual armored exoskeleton.  See, I'm not from this universe, where I'm a fictional being.  In my universe, technology is a bit more advanced, and there are people with magic, powers, spider wall climbing hairs growing out of their fingers, and other things that don't exist here."  Jarvis notified him of a potential mutant and he stood up.  "Well, it was nice to meet you.  My name's Tony Stark, by the way." he offered her a handshake.  "Maybe we can talk again some time."  He didn't wait long for a reply before donning the armor and heading to meet someone he believed to be from his world.

[h2]Tony Stark & Tyr Anasazi[/h2]

As Tyr neared a hotel Tony radioed him.  "Pull into the garage at the Super 8 up ahead."

Tyr accepted, as Stark likely knew more about this world than him, and parked the car when he got there, Stark flying in behind him, astonishing the driver of a leaving car.  Stark landed and took off the suit.  As Jarvis connected to the hotel's WIFI to get them a room, Tony went through the rear bag on the motorcycle and, after a bit of convincing of Tyr and rearranging of the contents of the bag, Tyr managed to get his Gauss rifle into it and close it.  He also hid the pistol in his jacket.  "If this is anything like my Bronx." said Stark, "They won't like people openly carrying guns.  Make sure you keep them hidden in public. The same goes for those bone things on your forearms if you don't want to draw attention.  They won't be used to seeing people with 'extra features'."

Tyr smirked and rearranged the sleeves of his leather jacket to cover them up, making sure that it wouldn't be difficult to use the blades if he got in a fight where he needed them. 

"Jarvis, stay with the motorcycle." Stark said, pulling out the keys and handing Tyr the bag and keys to carry.

"Very well, sir.  I have also booked you a room, though you will have to pay cash.  Two queen beds and a kitchenette for $130 per night."

"That means I can only afford two nights." said Stark, then sighed.  "Well, if we need short term cash, I guess there's always criminals to beat up."

"Bounty hunting?" asked Tyr, "don't you think that with our equipment that's a bit beneath us?"

"True, but it would be the fastest way to turn a profit.  I'll think about it, though."

They got in the elevator and went to the lobby to check in, but when Stark mentioned his name the manager giggled.  "You really should come up with a better alias if you are going to be traveling in cognito Mr. Downy."  He handed them both keys.

Stark shook his head.  "I'm not Robert Downy Junior.  I'm Tony Stark.  Somehow, I've traveled from my world to this one, where I am a fictional character and am played by that actor."

The man giggled again.  "Whatever you say, Mr. Downy."

"Fine, I'll prove it to you." said Stark, and tapped a blue-tooth looking device in his ear.  "Jarvis, please come up here."

"On my way, sir." Jarvis responded, and less than a minute later the Iron Man suit stepped out of the elevator.

"Nice, you brought the costume with you, and had one of your assistants wear it to play Jarvis."

"Jarvis, turn around and open the suit." said Stark.

Jarvis did and the manager looked at the empty suit with amazement.  "How did you remote control it?" he asked.

By this time several people had gathered in the lobby and started taking pictures of Stark and the suit.  Being used to publicity, he was a superhero after all, Stark ignored them.  "Fine, I'll prove it's the real deal."  He walked over and entered the suit, which then closed and powered up.  "Can a remote controlled costume do this?" asked Stark as he took off gently, as to not damage anything, and made a few lazy loops around the foyer.

He landed and the people cheered.  "I-I guess you really are Iron Man after all." said the manager.  Stark nodded and entered the elevator with Tyr, still wearing the suit.

They entered their room and put down their suitcase, Tyr immediately opening it and removing the rifle and half a bottle of scotch that the biker had left in there.  "So, now what?" Tyr asked.

"Well, I need to study this world." Stark said, turning on the TV and changing the channel to CNN.  There he was surprised to see that he was today's top story.

"Are these "Iron Man" sighting a hoax, a PR stunt, or, as some believe, a fan's dream come true?" the news woman said, as poor quality footage from a cell phone was shown in the corner of the screen.  "Has fiction become reality?"  She paused and put her hand to her ear.  "I am now receiving reports that Iron Man has just checked into the Super 8 in New York's Bronx district, with a story of inter-dimensional travel and a demonstration for the gathered crowd."  This time they played a much better cell phone video of him in the Hotel lobby.

"Well, so much for laying low." said Tyr.

[h2]Inuyasha[/h2]

Inuyasha wondered the streets of Tokyo for almost half an hour before realizing that he wasn't getting anywhere, so he walked up to a man in a nice suit.  If he was going to be in this strange land, he would need to earn money and gain favor with the locals and their rulers.  This man was obviously a rich merchant or minor ruler to afford such clothes.  "I need to speak with your Shogun.  Can you tell me where he is, so that he I can seek an audience?"

"Shogun?" the man asked, before noticing his Cosplay outfit and assuming that he was just in character.  "We don't have a Shogun any more, but the National Diet Building is the seat of the government for Japan, and it is here in Tokyo."

"Could you tell me where this building is?" he asked.

"Sure." the man replied, then gave him directions.

Inuyasha thanked him, then, to avoid the crowded streets, wall jumped onto the roof of a nearby building and ran in that direction.  Ten minutes later he ran up to a strange looking build with a sign out front labeling it as the building he was looking for.  As soon as he caught the scent of something familiar, he stopped, however.  Moths.  Not just any moths but demon moths, as he could feel a demonic wind here as well.  He then remembered the source of this familiar smell, a problem he thought he had dealt with years ago and in his homeland.
[@Dezuel]