[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=107532]🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fb4j8CXv/tumblr-p6dvsxd-Ehi1vq3qe1o2-540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=107532]Location:[/color][/b] Smallville?
[b][color=107532]Skills:[/color][/b] Investigation [hr][/center]	Arthur had added the android to his list of enemies privately in his mind, after she denied him vengeance for his father. He didn't need to question Pryor. He learned everything he needed to know from her and anything else could be obtained from one of her underlings. Each minute Pryor was allowed to draw breath meant another minute that his father's soul could not rest. The alien slug they had encountered and the portal had been an unwelcome surprise. But [i]nothing[/i] could compare to the shock of finding himself on what looked like a farm, trapped in the body of a twelve year old.

	He wasn't the most talkative of people and his eyes twitched slightly, before he spotted a bow and arrow about the right size for his little body. Arthur quickly snatched them up. He couldn't risk being unarmed. Krakoa taught him that. Was this another illusion? Or was it... [i]magic[/i]? Arthur wasn't certain. But he did know one thing - the slug was officially on his list of people to slay. And once he did that, he was going to ensure that Pryor was six feet under - [i]permanently.[/i]

	There didn't seem to be any obvious way to escape from this place. The slug - Mojo, he recalled hearing some rumors about him - had trapped them here. [color=107532]"Mojo, what do you wa-ant?"[/color] Arthur called out, his voice cracking on the last word.  [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CFC500]⚡John Watts⚡[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/JzSK9MwZ/source.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Smallville?
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] Bioengineering [hr][/center]	Watts didn't remember much of what happened after he had collapsed. His memories leading up to it were a little bit foggy as well. Watts' mind practically short circuited as he realized he had [i]no idea where he was.[/i] He glanced down, realizing that he wasn't wearing his suit. He had on a bow tie and a blue collared shirt and shorts - the sort of outfit he had worn when he was just nine years old. His hands went to his face next, feeling skin as smooth as a baby's butt. [color=CFC500]"I'm dreaming..."[/color] Watts muttered to himself, his voice high pitched and a bit girlish. 

	The watch for the speed serum was still on his wrist, but it wasn't sleek and professional looking. It had little a little Spock sticker on it, clumsily placed. [color=CFC500]"Maybe a coma..."[/color] he added, remembering that he had used too much of the serum. Was he having a heart attack in real life? [color=CFC500]"Simple. Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area should be dormant if that's the case,"[/color] Watts concluded, getting off of the couch. His sneakers lit up as he hit the ground and Watts raised an eyebrow. His daughter had loved light up shoes when she was little. 

	Glancing around the messy lab, he found a book - [i]The Star Trek Encyclopedia: A Reference Guide to the Future.[/i] He flipped through it and found that he could read all of the text perfectly. Broca’s area and Wernicke’s area were functioning perfectly, then, leading Watts to only one conclusion. [color=CFC500]"...I'm awake..."[/color] 

	His head then snapped to the right, hearing a little kid scream out after a crash. Despite being a little kid in all technicalities, his paternal instincts kicked in and he ran to the next room, only to spot a young boy. [color=CFC500]"Don't touch these things, you'll get hurt! Idiot!"[/color] Watts scolded. [color=CFC500]"You're too little. Where are your parents?"[/color]