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[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/45ZAmJEYNkJMY/giphy.gif[/img][h1][color=#D8D8D8]Cole Phelps[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b][color=#D8D8D8]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=#D8D8D8]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day Three - Evening
[b][color=#D8D8D8]Location[/color][/b]: Floor 49 - Tetris Castle -> Into the portal and to Azeroth
[b][color=#D8D8D8]Tag[/color][/b]: Vent [@Zarkun] - Rubick [@WXer] - Constantina [@DracoLunaris] - Blue [@Holy Soldier] - Zero [@arowne97]
[color=#D8D8D8][b]Experience:[/b][/color] ////////// (0/10) 
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Platform City sure wasn't Los Angeles, and Tetris Castle sure wasn't the Central Police Station of L.A. Cole Phelps, the star turned to the black sheep, then turned to the martyr of a conspiracy that was never fully exposed, remembered vividly the city he left behind. A city of wonders, of the modern American world with too many dark secrets to sweep under any carpet. It was dark, but it was still an awe to the observer. But as Cole walked through the streets of Platform City, on his way to what he was told was Tetris Castle for a vaccine, he knew that L.A. might dim in comparison. Not go dark, but just dim. It was like pulled out of an overly-funded Mark Bishop movie with all the money spent on the background. 

And yet he knew awfully well that this world had nothing to do with his own. Not directly, and neither did he. Perhaps later?

Detective Phelps took the vaccine with ease. He was a former marine, he had been through much worse in base-camp, and from the talks before and during his walk to what he was told would the briefing, the vaccine was seriously needed. Or perhaps he needed a drink, because when he finally rendevouzed with what he could only assume was his team, he wasn't sure if this was a really big joke, a Hollywood Halloween-party, or if this universe was just that...otherly. First of all it was the Prince dressed in Middle Eastern clothing, then the large knight in not-so-shining armor and the one who looked like a wizard...

No seriously, was he the only normal man in the room? 

Cole Phelps had to chuckle though, 'cause it was just too amusing. If he was going to get used to it, better do it fast. He remained quiet, yet observant as the briefing began, switched hands and ended. All the while he took notes in his notebook, plenty of experience telling him that it could be important later. Their mission was to find the source of a metal called "Saronite", finding out if and what connection it had to the Mugen-virus that was so dangerous, and stop some deadly Lich called Arthas. [color=#D8D8D8]"Sounds like plot pulled straight out of a Pulp-magazine."[/color] Phelps had to comment, looking up from his notes at Darion Mograine with a polite smile. [color=#D8D8D8]"I'll take that as a compliment, Sir."[/color]

Then the Wizard spoke up, adressing what was to be believed to be the team on this mission and giving them a very brief talk. Phelps didn't have much time to say anything before Rubick jumped into the portal, making him stand awkwardly before the others as he had expected to introduce himself like the other team had. Pocketing his note book and pen, he looked to the others in the team and gave a quick nod. [color=#D8D8D8]"Cole Phelps, detective. Call me Phelps if needed."[/color]

And with that, he too entered the portal.