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It was black. It was red. He saw it before, and he knew what it was, but now, when he looked, the bright stains on the grass were pitch black. Then he blinked and the color hadn’t changed at all, it was red. His eyes felt weird, oddly numb and watery, and he could taste the blood in his mouth even now- but it was like chocolate too, except not really. The chocolate wasn’t on his lips, it was in his brain. That was the thought that brought his analytical half back. He was tasting things that weren’t there, seeing colors that weren’t there, more signs of being very very sick.
He looked up, the woman at his side, purple burgeoning on pink- and yellow - no, just purple. Lilac, like- oh, not that color either. Almond instead, and hazel, but mostly skin; it was Stormy- did he know her name? He must do, he knew it now… How did he know it now? She wasn’t purple, never had been, and she didn’t taste like whips, that didn’t even make sense, where did that thought even come from? He rubbed his eyes, accidentally smearing some of his bloody nose on his cheeks, leading to a solid minute of scrubbing at his face to get it off. He ignored the way his sleeves felt like jelly.
Someone was laughing, or crying… She tasted like stars. No. she didn’t taste like anything. He hadn’t even breathed in her direction, why was his brain so convinced he could taste people without touching them? She should’ve tasted like lemons anyway, with how yellow she was, or maybe a lime- no, no, no. No. People were people colored, they tasted like people, he was not tasting them, and no, that kid probably didn’t actually have wings.
Probably. No matter how he blinked at that one only the bleeding orange faded, and the taste of screams. Sound of screams it should be, but he hadn’t heard them, how do you taste a scream? His tongue watered, and he looked away uncomfortably.
Who was shouting? The Ghost Girl seemed a stalwart concrete wall, and she tasted like iron. Like blood. Funny, his own blood tasted like chocolate, her… presence, if that was what he was sensing, tasted like blood. Bizarre.
He was going insane wasn’t he? Alice down the rabbit hole, welcome to Wonderland.
Welp, there was only one course of action now.
He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stood. He wiped his jaw one last time, just to make sure it was clean, though his bloody nose didn’t seem eager to stop, though it paused a moment or so every few beats. He turned to face the others, taking in the… awkward affects the others seemed to be experiencing from their masks- Semblances. He was smoking, throwing up, bleeding; Ascot was sprouting wings and making moves; Tabitha was… he couldn’t say what she was doing, his eyes said one things, his… new senses told him differently. By far the most unsettling was Koda’s hazy view of Tristan being- well he wanted to say molested, because that was what it looked like, but the word transformed sprang to mind - transformed by a machine, into a machine? It was mildly terrifying, potentially more unsettling if he’d actually been able to focus on it, but his mind kept straying. There were whispers on the edge, telling him secrets he knew, but what they were he couldn’t hear, or understand; he caught words, or he thought he did, but they weren’t English, they were… tastes. Flavors maybe. Flavors hissing like snakes, and tugging like squids, and winking like stars.
That didn’t make any sense. He frowned, and focused, trying to press this new perception into something resembling reasonable, but reasonable was flying down the tracks like the train that’d killed him. He flinched at the thought, emotions all over the place and unprepared for the sudden blow of realizing that yes, this was happening, and no, nothing made any sense at all, and yes, he’s probably dead and loony forever now, ‘kay thanks, bye.
So much for progressive risk taking, this was why he worked in a comfy lab on Earth and not in a screaming void like space.
He realized he’d clutched onto Stormy for support, though he rapidly released her arm when he felt her purple over his brown- his tan? He was dark, but the dark wasn’t him, not really, it was Nofec-
He nearly lost his balance, at the emotion that rolled through him at the name. Grief. The Self was Torn. The Self was Empty. The Self was Broken
.”Sorry,” he whispered weakly, at first directed to Stormy for touching her, and then belatedly towards… himself? ”I’m so sorry.”
...but he didn’t feel sorry, just hungry.
He looked up, the woman at his side, purple burgeoning on pink- and yellow - no, just purple. Lilac, like- oh, not that color either. Almond instead, and hazel, but mostly skin; it was Stormy- did he know her name? He must do, he knew it now… How did he know it now? She wasn’t purple, never had been, and she didn’t taste like whips, that didn’t even make sense, where did that thought even come from? He rubbed his eyes, accidentally smearing some of his bloody nose on his cheeks, leading to a solid minute of scrubbing at his face to get it off. He ignored the way his sleeves felt like jelly.
Someone was laughing, or crying… She tasted like stars. No. she didn’t taste like anything. He hadn’t even breathed in her direction, why was his brain so convinced he could taste people without touching them? She should’ve tasted like lemons anyway, with how yellow she was, or maybe a lime- no, no, no. No. People were people colored, they tasted like people, he was not tasting them, and no, that kid probably didn’t actually have wings.
Probably. No matter how he blinked at that one only the bleeding orange faded, and the taste of screams. Sound of screams it should be, but he hadn’t heard them, how do you taste a scream? His tongue watered, and he looked away uncomfortably.
Who was shouting? The Ghost Girl seemed a stalwart concrete wall, and she tasted like iron. Like blood. Funny, his own blood tasted like chocolate, her… presence, if that was what he was sensing, tasted like blood. Bizarre.
He was going insane wasn’t he? Alice down the rabbit hole, welcome to Wonderland.
Welp, there was only one course of action now.
He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stood. He wiped his jaw one last time, just to make sure it was clean, though his bloody nose didn’t seem eager to stop, though it paused a moment or so every few beats. He turned to face the others, taking in the… awkward affects the others seemed to be experiencing from their masks- Semblances. He was smoking, throwing up, bleeding; Ascot was sprouting wings and making moves; Tabitha was… he couldn’t say what she was doing, his eyes said one things, his… new senses told him differently. By far the most unsettling was Koda’s hazy view of Tristan being- well he wanted to say molested, because that was what it looked like, but the word transformed sprang to mind - transformed by a machine, into a machine? It was mildly terrifying, potentially more unsettling if he’d actually been able to focus on it, but his mind kept straying. There were whispers on the edge, telling him secrets he knew, but what they were he couldn’t hear, or understand; he caught words, or he thought he did, but they weren’t English, they were… tastes. Flavors maybe. Flavors hissing like snakes, and tugging like squids, and winking like stars.
That didn’t make any sense. He frowned, and focused, trying to press this new perception into something resembling reasonable, but reasonable was flying down the tracks like the train that’d killed him. He flinched at the thought, emotions all over the place and unprepared for the sudden blow of realizing that yes, this was happening, and no, nothing made any sense at all, and yes, he’s probably dead and loony forever now, ‘kay thanks, bye.
So much for progressive risk taking, this was why he worked in a comfy lab on Earth and not in a screaming void like space.
He realized he’d clutched onto Stormy for support, though he rapidly released her arm when he felt her purple over his brown- his tan? He was dark, but the dark wasn’t him, not really, it was Nofec-
He nearly lost his balance, at the emotion that rolled through him at the name. Grief. The Self was Torn. The Self was Empty. The Self was Broken
.”Sorry,” he whispered weakly, at first directed to Stormy for touching her, and then belatedly towards… himself? ”I’m so sorry.”
...but he didn’t feel sorry, just hungry.
December 3rd, 2019
11:15 AM, PT
CCC, Coast City
@Korkoa
“What,” he muttered to himself, eyebrows drawn together as the level of Suspicious began to rise. First the gear, then the talk of cashflow, then the money. He bit his lip to keep his mouth shut as he looked at her with widening eyes, his hand slid off his keyboard to quickly cover the money and a brief glow encompassed the stack of cash, the low light hidden by the sun, before all of it vanished into invisibility.
“Insured?” He parroted, complexed, and what the hell was an ATM and why did they have money in them? Were these things just scattered about the city? He nearly groaned, yet another Earth thing he’d missed. But if the money was insured, well those were like the commercials right? He was pretty sure they used to have insurance companies on Ghol too, but then the whole apocalypse thing went down so… but insurance meant the money would be replaced if stolen right?
That wasn’t so bad right, Jessie wouldn’t do anything terrible like rob someone’s life savings, these ATMs were probably owned by someone rich if they just stuffed their money out in the city where anyone could happen upon them. Probably. He’d have to do some research. “I- what?” He shook his head, still trying to adjust to his new view of the world now that his friend, best friend really, was a criminal. Probably. No, definitely, no matter what planet you were on relieving someone else of currency was illegal, especially rich dickheads who deserved it. He would know, he used to be one of those rich dickheads- or the son of some at least.
“Okay,” he said, gaining his bearings and latching onto a truth; “I trust you,” he admitted, meeting Jess’s eyes. “I- you know this world better than me, and I trust you. So this- er, if this is where you want to go, I’m with you.” He was unsure, and it showed in his voice, but even so he was already committing to his words. They were partners, and if that meant being partners in crime then… well it would be fun to use his powers again, and who knows? Maybe once they had money they could actually protect themselves against the likes of the DEO.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a breath, and nodded. Okay. “Two grand, huh?” He breathed, a little disbelieving of the words even as he said them, and felt the invisible stack in his hand. “Why?” He asked, “what could I even do with this?” He glanced at the money even though he couldn’t see it, trying to remember how much it was worth. He knew the general prices of most things, but he kept his window shopping to a minimum. It would be difficult to adjust from being a paranoid, poor nobody hiding away in a dark and cheap apartment to someone who would… consider using his powers, and owning things, and buying things, and… He really felt like a hermit with all this self-examining he was doing. He looked at Jessie again, measuring, “I’m with you.”
11:15 AM, PT
CCC, Coast City
@Korkoa
Echo
“What,” he muttered to himself, eyebrows drawn together as the level of Suspicious began to rise. First the gear, then the talk of cashflow, then the money. He bit his lip to keep his mouth shut as he looked at her with widening eyes, his hand slid off his keyboard to quickly cover the money and a brief glow encompassed the stack of cash, the low light hidden by the sun, before all of it vanished into invisibility.
“Insured?” He parroted, complexed, and what the hell was an ATM and why did they have money in them? Were these things just scattered about the city? He nearly groaned, yet another Earth thing he’d missed. But if the money was insured, well those were like the commercials right? He was pretty sure they used to have insurance companies on Ghol too, but then the whole apocalypse thing went down so… but insurance meant the money would be replaced if stolen right?
That wasn’t so bad right, Jessie wouldn’t do anything terrible like rob someone’s life savings, these ATMs were probably owned by someone rich if they just stuffed their money out in the city where anyone could happen upon them. Probably. He’d have to do some research. “I- what?” He shook his head, still trying to adjust to his new view of the world now that his friend, best friend really, was a criminal. Probably. No, definitely, no matter what planet you were on relieving someone else of currency was illegal, especially rich dickheads who deserved it. He would know, he used to be one of those rich dickheads- or the son of some at least.
“Okay,” he said, gaining his bearings and latching onto a truth; “I trust you,” he admitted, meeting Jess’s eyes. “I- you know this world better than me, and I trust you. So this- er, if this is where you want to go, I’m with you.” He was unsure, and it showed in his voice, but even so he was already committing to his words. They were partners, and if that meant being partners in crime then… well it would be fun to use his powers again, and who knows? Maybe once they had money they could actually protect themselves against the likes of the DEO.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, took a breath, and nodded. Okay. “Two grand, huh?” He breathed, a little disbelieving of the words even as he said them, and felt the invisible stack in his hand. “Why?” He asked, “what could I even do with this?” He glanced at the money even though he couldn’t see it, trying to remember how much it was worth. He knew the general prices of most things, but he kept his window shopping to a minimum. It would be difficult to adjust from being a paranoid, poor nobody hiding away in a dark and cheap apartment to someone who would… consider using his powers, and owning things, and buying things, and… He really felt like a hermit with all this self-examining he was doing. He looked at Jessie again, measuring, “I’m with you.”
December 3rd, 2019
9:10 AM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City
Ezra would be going to school soon, his class would be in a couple hours. He used his dwindling spare time to great effect though, finishing the process on that ecto-crystal he’d been making over the last month. It’d only taken so long because he hadn’t cared very much, it was just something to satisfy his boredom with, but now he had an idea; the ecto-crystal was essentially crystallized dense ectoplasm ordered into a very specific shape. What uses did ectoplasm have again? Oh, that’s right, it was only the source of power for his entire civilization. His people had used liquid-infused ectoplasm, using several processes to simply harvest the energy directly from Zon, gradually becoming more potent as they advanced, but he didn’t have access to the low-level never ending ecto-radioactive rays of Zon, instead he had his own core, what amounted to his heart, which was constantly bleeding pure ectoplasm, enough to bleed the excess outside himself in the form of this crystal.
He and Jessie were exploring entirely new concepts for the both of them: blending their two worlds’ technological principles was a difficult task, but he was a son of House D’sra, this was his family’s life work, their expertise, and Jessie had proved she was no pushover either, she would have easily been accepted as one of his parents’ students had she been an Ectonian. The thought was as cheering as it was anguishing.
That wasn’t important now though, he waved his errant thoughts away and focused at the task at hand, rubbing his eyes to relieve some of the strain and narrowing his eyes to better see the newest, and last, layer as it carefully coated the crystal and began crystallizing.
There. Perfect. Now he and Jessie could use it as a power source, with any luck they could design a computer, or better yet an AI- an Ectonian sy’lhf would be brilliant: the crystal could be it’s heart! Oh, but converting the crystal into an AI core would be so complicated, they didn’t have the equipment to build it, and he doubted the human computers would be capable of programming it… He sighed, disappointed. He’d almost gotten carried away with that idea, a little slice of Ghol here on Earth just for him.
His phone hummed on the nearby table, and he peered over to see Jessie’s message; "Ez, meet me for lunch on campus today after class. Want to talk to you about the crazy happenings in the news, and show you something. I have some plans for our tech project that I need to run by you."
Perfect, he could tell her about the ecto-crystal then.
11:10 AM, PT
CCC, Coast City
Ezra was so confused.
He hid behind a beanie, a thick pair of sunglasses, and a large white scarf that swallowed half his face to obscure his green blush of embarrassment. He’d accidentally answered the Professor’s questionnaire in Ghaszic, his first language, which had a very scribbly, loopy, scratchy writing style to it. Such a mistake was sure to draw unwanted attention, but he hadn’t noticed until the professor proclaimed; “I didn’t know you were Russian.” Ezra had muttered a bunch of incomprehensible excuses and apologies and then rewritten the paper in English, but he was still so confused; was it common for humans to write in alien languages when they were rushing? Little did he know, Ghaszic, and most other Gholic languages, had an uncanny resemblance to particularly messy Russian cursive.
He found one of those small, round, two-person tables by the window inside the college’s Big Belly Burger outlet and sat down, once again thankful this world was so full of bright days. He placed his laptop on the table and started on some of the new assignments while he waited for Jessie to show up, having sent a short ”im at bbb’s” to her as he walked in. His laptop wasn’t very fancy, it was actually one of the cheaper ones, but it allowed him to do his assignments and listen to music so he couldn’t complain too much. Well, he could, but he doubted he could afford, or find, a computer advanced enough to fit his tastes, so the cheap one he could afford was as good as he needed.
For now, he thought, remember the planning he and Jess had been doing. The computer was good enough, but not for much longer.
9:10 AM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City
Echo
Ezra would be going to school soon, his class would be in a couple hours. He used his dwindling spare time to great effect though, finishing the process on that ecto-crystal he’d been making over the last month. It’d only taken so long because he hadn’t cared very much, it was just something to satisfy his boredom with, but now he had an idea; the ecto-crystal was essentially crystallized dense ectoplasm ordered into a very specific shape. What uses did ectoplasm have again? Oh, that’s right, it was only the source of power for his entire civilization. His people had used liquid-infused ectoplasm, using several processes to simply harvest the energy directly from Zon, gradually becoming more potent as they advanced, but he didn’t have access to the low-level never ending ecto-radioactive rays of Zon, instead he had his own core, what amounted to his heart, which was constantly bleeding pure ectoplasm, enough to bleed the excess outside himself in the form of this crystal.
He and Jessie were exploring entirely new concepts for the both of them: blending their two worlds’ technological principles was a difficult task, but he was a son of House D’sra, this was his family’s life work, their expertise, and Jessie had proved she was no pushover either, she would have easily been accepted as one of his parents’ students had she been an Ectonian. The thought was as cheering as it was anguishing.
That wasn’t important now though, he waved his errant thoughts away and focused at the task at hand, rubbing his eyes to relieve some of the strain and narrowing his eyes to better see the newest, and last, layer as it carefully coated the crystal and began crystallizing.
There. Perfect. Now he and Jessie could use it as a power source, with any luck they could design a computer, or better yet an AI- an Ectonian sy’lhf would be brilliant: the crystal could be it’s heart! Oh, but converting the crystal into an AI core would be so complicated, they didn’t have the equipment to build it, and he doubted the human computers would be capable of programming it… He sighed, disappointed. He’d almost gotten carried away with that idea, a little slice of Ghol here on Earth just for him.
His phone hummed on the nearby table, and he peered over to see Jessie’s message; "Ez, meet me for lunch on campus today after class. Want to talk to you about the crazy happenings in the news, and show you something. I have some plans for our tech project that I need to run by you."
Perfect, he could tell her about the ecto-crystal then.
11:10 AM, PT
CCC, Coast City
Ezra was so confused.
He hid behind a beanie, a thick pair of sunglasses, and a large white scarf that swallowed half his face to obscure his green blush of embarrassment. He’d accidentally answered the Professor’s questionnaire in Ghaszic, his first language, which had a very scribbly, loopy, scratchy writing style to it. Such a mistake was sure to draw unwanted attention, but he hadn’t noticed until the professor proclaimed; “I didn’t know you were Russian.” Ezra had muttered a bunch of incomprehensible excuses and apologies and then rewritten the paper in English, but he was still so confused; was it common for humans to write in alien languages when they were rushing? Little did he know, Ghaszic, and most other Gholic languages, had an uncanny resemblance to particularly messy Russian cursive.
He found one of those small, round, two-person tables by the window inside the college’s Big Belly Burger outlet and sat down, once again thankful this world was so full of bright days. He placed his laptop on the table and started on some of the new assignments while he waited for Jessie to show up, having sent a short ”im at bbb’s” to her as he walked in. His laptop wasn’t very fancy, it was actually one of the cheaper ones, but it allowed him to do his assignments and listen to music so he couldn’t complain too much. Well, he could, but he doubted he could afford, or find, a computer advanced enough to fit his tastes, so the cheap one he could afford was as good as he needed.
For now, he thought, remember the planning he and Jess had been doing. The computer was good enough, but not for much longer.
Koda nearly ran for it, it was just one of those fight or flight situations where his brain freaked out and flooded his body with freak-out esque hormones. There were gunshots, there was blood, the lines between belief and doubt were so muddled as to be undefinable, and there was a great thundering coming towards them. He didn’t run though, he focused on the dying man instead, for the few seconds his attention counted for anyway, because in the next moment all was light and weightless.
He stopped breathing, unsure if that was his brain hitting maximum freak out and forgetting how or if that was a side effect of death-activated wormhole travel… but then he was out the other side and took a loud gasping breath as he collapsed into soft grass, staring down a peculiar purple flower, its petals dark except for the sprinkling of white dots like stars. It’s sudden appearance in his face was… intriguing enough to jar his brain into higher functions again, and he nearly cackled as he sat back on his ankles and got a good look at a whole other place- it had worked.
It had worked!
As the excitement built in him a razor sharp smile split his face. This was brilliant, there was so much to- a tug pulled his attention down. The dark tactile edges of the mask, so like the stubby arms of a small octopus, were tightening their grip on his fingers. Right, the Mask, the Semblance, the deal; he got to came here, and all he had to do was wear a magical mask.
As if anything was that simple. He looked up to the others, finding them orienting themselves, checking each other out, some were calming down from their freak outs, others not so much- and the officer was whole again, the attacker as well, and the suicide kid- and he noted at least one gun among them. Great. He looked back down, taking himself in: he was as he’d been just before being transported, being rebuilt obviously hadn’t been the same as cloning, and thank fuck for that - he did not miss boobs thank you very much.
He hadn’t heard the others’ words, except for some of that last shouted reprimand, so he wasn’t aware the Ghost Girl wanted to speak with them more, instead his attention finally managed to cling to the mask itself. It truly was like the piece of a domed helmet, he thought as he brought it closer to his face, inspecting the way the triangles it seemed to made of connected together at the barest of angles. It was shiny, like glass, but only barely see-through by its dark tinting. The edges misted and tugged at him with insignificant but noticeable force, giving him the impression it was at least as sentient as a plant, if not wholly sapient given it’s magical status.
There seemed to be some sort of circle beneath the center, about where his eyes would go. Was that some sort of interior lense? Was this mask made for a cyclops? Or perhaps it’s function was complex enough they only bothered to make the one big lens instead of two?
...and then his curiosity got the better of him, and the circle lit up with blue light, nearly blinding him in it’s intensity, and the mask’s short tentacles elongated and clutched his face. All at once everything faded to darkness, and it was as if he was drowning as something slick surged down his throat, energies flowing through him as if he was being electrocuted by the very air in his lungs- except there was no air in his lungs.
He coughed and gasped on the substance, but he made no noise by the way the mask had so vigorously smothered him. From the outside looking in it was obvious something was wrong by the way he jolted from his crouching position to stand and stumble backwards as if struck, and he clutched at his throat as if he could force it to open and take in air. Then, only a few seconds or so later, the mask was gone and he could see again.
But… he didn’t feel- he hit the ground on his knees and hunched over, painfully vomiting bright red all over pretty space-colored flower he’d admired before. The terrible feeling of something wrong inside him faded a bit, but he wasn’t an idiot; vomiting blood was Not Good, and vomiting blood after getting his throat roughed up by a magical mask? Very Not Good. Or maybe it was fine, Koda didn’t know shit about magic, he just knew it didn’t feel very okay at the moment.
He put a hand over his mouth, as if the gesture would keep anything else from coming up, and noticed several not very normal things all at once: First was the way his hand seemed to be smoking, a somehow physical darkness was misting off his skin- and a quick look over showed that was true of every part of him, though muted a bit except for his hands. Second was the metallic smell and a slick feeling of his nose, which proved to be bleeding. And third was the echoing jumbled sensation of his brain, making it hard to focus on much of anything, but he suddenly felt like he was standing in a crowded city street with thousands of voices shouting all at once- all of them hazy and far away and maybe not speaking any language he knew-
He vomited again, this time the same as the last, upchucking slick red liquid that could only be blood, but mixed here and there with swirls of black. This time when he looked up, sitting back from his hunched over position, he felt much lighter, though still in a very unpleasant way. He was decidedly not trusting anyone and their stupid magic masks ever again, working magical wormholes or not.
Unbeknownst to him there had been several other changes, powers he had yet to catch wind of, but also one last physically apparent change: his eyes were still brown, the irises at least, but the formerly white scleras were now dark red, an unnervingly inhuman look.
He didn’t look at the others, and in fact faced away from them as he sat back and held his stomach tightly and curled in on himself a bit, embarrassed that he’d actually threw up in front of them, much less threw up blood in what was a very concerning display of not being okay. Amazingly, the role of the scientist he’d embodied since birth, was now starkly absent as he tried to collect himself, not a single thought spared on calculations or observations or speculations, he just… needed a moment.
He stopped breathing, unsure if that was his brain hitting maximum freak out and forgetting how or if that was a side effect of death-activated wormhole travel… but then he was out the other side and took a loud gasping breath as he collapsed into soft grass, staring down a peculiar purple flower, its petals dark except for the sprinkling of white dots like stars. It’s sudden appearance in his face was… intriguing enough to jar his brain into higher functions again, and he nearly cackled as he sat back on his ankles and got a good look at a whole other place- it had worked.
It had worked!
As the excitement built in him a razor sharp smile split his face. This was brilliant, there was so much to- a tug pulled his attention down. The dark tactile edges of the mask, so like the stubby arms of a small octopus, were tightening their grip on his fingers. Right, the Mask, the Semblance, the deal; he got to came here, and all he had to do was wear a magical mask.
As if anything was that simple. He looked up to the others, finding them orienting themselves, checking each other out, some were calming down from their freak outs, others not so much- and the officer was whole again, the attacker as well, and the suicide kid- and he noted at least one gun among them. Great. He looked back down, taking himself in: he was as he’d been just before being transported, being rebuilt obviously hadn’t been the same as cloning, and thank fuck for that - he did not miss boobs thank you very much.
He hadn’t heard the others’ words, except for some of that last shouted reprimand, so he wasn’t aware the Ghost Girl wanted to speak with them more, instead his attention finally managed to cling to the mask itself. It truly was like the piece of a domed helmet, he thought as he brought it closer to his face, inspecting the way the triangles it seemed to made of connected together at the barest of angles. It was shiny, like glass, but only barely see-through by its dark tinting. The edges misted and tugged at him with insignificant but noticeable force, giving him the impression it was at least as sentient as a plant, if not wholly sapient given it’s magical status.
There seemed to be some sort of circle beneath the center, about where his eyes would go. Was that some sort of interior lense? Was this mask made for a cyclops? Or perhaps it’s function was complex enough they only bothered to make the one big lens instead of two?
...and then his curiosity got the better of him, and the circle lit up with blue light, nearly blinding him in it’s intensity, and the mask’s short tentacles elongated and clutched his face. All at once everything faded to darkness, and it was as if he was drowning as something slick surged down his throat, energies flowing through him as if he was being electrocuted by the very air in his lungs- except there was no air in his lungs.
He coughed and gasped on the substance, but he made no noise by the way the mask had so vigorously smothered him. From the outside looking in it was obvious something was wrong by the way he jolted from his crouching position to stand and stumble backwards as if struck, and he clutched at his throat as if he could force it to open and take in air. Then, only a few seconds or so later, the mask was gone and he could see again.
But… he didn’t feel- he hit the ground on his knees and hunched over, painfully vomiting bright red all over pretty space-colored flower he’d admired before. The terrible feeling of something wrong inside him faded a bit, but he wasn’t an idiot; vomiting blood was Not Good, and vomiting blood after getting his throat roughed up by a magical mask? Very Not Good. Or maybe it was fine, Koda didn’t know shit about magic, he just knew it didn’t feel very okay at the moment.
He put a hand over his mouth, as if the gesture would keep anything else from coming up, and noticed several not very normal things all at once: First was the way his hand seemed to be smoking, a somehow physical darkness was misting off his skin- and a quick look over showed that was true of every part of him, though muted a bit except for his hands. Second was the metallic smell and a slick feeling of his nose, which proved to be bleeding. And third was the echoing jumbled sensation of his brain, making it hard to focus on much of anything, but he suddenly felt like he was standing in a crowded city street with thousands of voices shouting all at once- all of them hazy and far away and maybe not speaking any language he knew-
He vomited again, this time the same as the last, upchucking slick red liquid that could only be blood, but mixed here and there with swirls of black. This time when he looked up, sitting back from his hunched over position, he felt much lighter, though still in a very unpleasant way. He was decidedly not trusting anyone and their stupid magic masks ever again, working magical wormholes or not.
Unbeknownst to him there had been several other changes, powers he had yet to catch wind of, but also one last physically apparent change: his eyes were still brown, the irises at least, but the formerly white scleras were now dark red, an unnervingly inhuman look.
He didn’t look at the others, and in fact faced away from them as he sat back and held his stomach tightly and curled in on himself a bit, embarrassed that he’d actually threw up in front of them, much less threw up blood in what was a very concerning display of not being okay. Amazingly, the role of the scientist he’d embodied since birth, was now starkly absent as he tried to collect himself, not a single thought spared on calculations or observations or speculations, he just… needed a moment.
Mysterious hinting it mysterious, spooky foreshadowing is spooky.
December 3rd, 2019
9:40 AM, ET
GCPD - 13th Precinct, Gotham
Tommy sighed, bouncing a dirty multi-colored tennis ball off the brick wall opposite him. He’d found it a few minutes ago, and was now content to use it as a way of relieving boredom - not that it was working. He sighed again, adding more emotion and volume to it in the vain hope that someone would hear him and finally come outside. This was so boring, and so gross, why couldn’t the officers afford to clean their alleyway out? It was grody out here. A rat hissed at him. Hissed.
Grody.
He threw a bolt of random pink magic at it, sending the obscenely fat creature bolting down the alley for it’s life. He managed a snort of amusement, but lose interest and went back to bouncing the rainbow ball up and down and off the walls.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Pads stepped out from a side door with a murderous expression on his face. Tommy’s expression lit up, and he let the ball ping off into the distance, likely to never be seen again. “Pads!” Or Justin Cárdenas- oh, excuse me, ‘Officer Cárdenas When I’m On Duty Tom’ as he’d corrected more than once, was a scruffy looking young man with dark hair and a permanent expression of long-suffering etched into his face.
“What do you want Tom,” he demanded briskly, “I’m busy.” Judging by the no nonsense tone and the dark circles under his eyes, Tommy would wager that claim might actually be true this time. Not that it mattered.
“We had a deal,” Tommy smirked cheerfully, “I’m just delivering my end is all.” This was going to be brilliant.
It was amusing watching the emotional acrobatics the man’s face pulled, from confusion to surprise to embarrassment and scowling once more. “What?” He squawked, “Here? Now?! But I’m-”
“Too late.” Tommy shrugged, still grinning with a suspiciously bright smile, “You didn’t specify, so I guess you’re just gonna have to take it aren’t you?”
Pads was slow to gather a response, and seemed almost nervous, “Tom, I really don’t think nows the time, this is a police sta-”
“Yep, and there’s a whole street full of people just there,” Tommy pointed out helpfully, shooting a glance towards the end of the alley. “And earlier there was this rat, pretty sure it’s still around here somewhere, ready to see the whole thing and tell all his little furry friends about-”
“Tommy,” he tried, interrupting a little desperately and shifting awkwardly as he blushed a bright red. Mission complete.
Ah well, torturing the poor officer had been fun while it lasted. He burst into barely restrained giggled, which did nothing to comfort the older man, “Relax,” he finally consoled, collecting himself, “I’m not that evil. Just take this-” he dug a small plastic bag out of his pocket and tossed it to the flustered officer, “oh, and call me, I do actually need to give you my end of the deal and you never answer my texts you asshole.”
It was amusing to see the sigh of relief at his words instantly replaced by trepidation as he inspected the severed finger Tommy had just tossed him. Despite the finger being several days old, cut from the finger of the girl who summoned that demon-golem when his dad wasn’t looking, it was preserved by magic and didn’t seem in particularly bad shape. “Witch’s Finger?” Pads asked, suspicious. A rune had been carved into the tip of the finger; a circle with a hexagon inside and a line through it.
“Yep, that whole GCU thing.” Tommy shrugged, already waving it off despite Pads’ rising eyebrows.
“But what am I supposed to do with it? Isn’t this supposed to be your thing Witch Kid?” Tommy shot an annoyed look at the mention of that dreaded nickname. Pads continued unperturbed though; “Is this about the divination thing? I told you I needed-”
“Yes, it is, and no, I didn’t get it wrong. This isn’t a substitute for Crone’s Eye, it’s a substitute for Demon’s Gate.” He clarified, words more sharp and professional than his earlier teasing would portray him as being capable of.
Pads blinked at that, then narrowed his eyes as the pieces fell into place; “So the GCU incident was-”
“Necromancer turned Demonologist- by mistake, but eh.” He shrugged, seemingly unimpressed, but that was a flimsy facade to hide how freaky the whole thing had been, especially with the whole… demon thing. Speaking of the demon thing; “I want in on this too.” He said suddenly, “I know what you’re planning, and I want a question.”
Clearly Pads hadn’t expected his sudden interest, and was reluctant to cave; “That's not a good idea. You shouldn’t-”
“I don’t care. I want in.” They met each other's eyes, each unflinchingly serious.
“No.”
What had started out as a cheerful teasing session ended in steely silence and narrowed eyes.
After a long moment, Tommy nodded, accepting that while he’d been leading the conversation, interrupting and teasing the older man, this was still an officer of the law, and a werewolf to boot, both of which lent themselves towards protective ideals. He wasn’t going to let Tommy near something so dangerous as a diviner ritual, no matter what the boy offered. So that was one avenue closed.
...but the girl had more than one finger. He’d do the ritual himself if he had to.
9:40 AM, ET
GCPD - 13th Precinct, Gotham
Hex
Tommy sighed, bouncing a dirty multi-colored tennis ball off the brick wall opposite him. He’d found it a few minutes ago, and was now content to use it as a way of relieving boredom - not that it was working. He sighed again, adding more emotion and volume to it in the vain hope that someone would hear him and finally come outside. This was so boring, and so gross, why couldn’t the officers afford to clean their alleyway out? It was grody out here. A rat hissed at him. Hissed.
Grody.
He threw a bolt of random pink magic at it, sending the obscenely fat creature bolting down the alley for it’s life. He managed a snort of amusement, but lose interest and went back to bouncing the rainbow ball up and down and off the walls.
Finally, after what felt like ages, Pads stepped out from a side door with a murderous expression on his face. Tommy’s expression lit up, and he let the ball ping off into the distance, likely to never be seen again. “Pads!” Or Justin Cárdenas- oh, excuse me, ‘Officer Cárdenas When I’m On Duty Tom’ as he’d corrected more than once, was a scruffy looking young man with dark hair and a permanent expression of long-suffering etched into his face.
“What do you want Tom,” he demanded briskly, “I’m busy.” Judging by the no nonsense tone and the dark circles under his eyes, Tommy would wager that claim might actually be true this time. Not that it mattered.
“We had a deal,” Tommy smirked cheerfully, “I’m just delivering my end is all.” This was going to be brilliant.
It was amusing watching the emotional acrobatics the man’s face pulled, from confusion to surprise to embarrassment and scowling once more. “What?” He squawked, “Here? Now?! But I’m-”
“Too late.” Tommy shrugged, still grinning with a suspiciously bright smile, “You didn’t specify, so I guess you’re just gonna have to take it aren’t you?”
Pads was slow to gather a response, and seemed almost nervous, “Tom, I really don’t think nows the time, this is a police sta-”
“Yep, and there’s a whole street full of people just there,” Tommy pointed out helpfully, shooting a glance towards the end of the alley. “And earlier there was this rat, pretty sure it’s still around here somewhere, ready to see the whole thing and tell all his little furry friends about-”
“Tommy,” he tried, interrupting a little desperately and shifting awkwardly as he blushed a bright red. Mission complete.
Ah well, torturing the poor officer had been fun while it lasted. He burst into barely restrained giggled, which did nothing to comfort the older man, “Relax,” he finally consoled, collecting himself, “I’m not that evil. Just take this-” he dug a small plastic bag out of his pocket and tossed it to the flustered officer, “oh, and call me, I do actually need to give you my end of the deal and you never answer my texts you asshole.”
It was amusing to see the sigh of relief at his words instantly replaced by trepidation as he inspected the severed finger Tommy had just tossed him. Despite the finger being several days old, cut from the finger of the girl who summoned that demon-golem when his dad wasn’t looking, it was preserved by magic and didn’t seem in particularly bad shape. “Witch’s Finger?” Pads asked, suspicious. A rune had been carved into the tip of the finger; a circle with a hexagon inside and a line through it.
“Yep, that whole GCU thing.” Tommy shrugged, already waving it off despite Pads’ rising eyebrows.
“But what am I supposed to do with it? Isn’t this supposed to be your thing Witch Kid?” Tommy shot an annoyed look at the mention of that dreaded nickname. Pads continued unperturbed though; “Is this about the divination thing? I told you I needed-”
“Yes, it is, and no, I didn’t get it wrong. This isn’t a substitute for Crone’s Eye, it’s a substitute for Demon’s Gate.” He clarified, words more sharp and professional than his earlier teasing would portray him as being capable of.
Pads blinked at that, then narrowed his eyes as the pieces fell into place; “So the GCU incident was-”
“Necromancer turned Demonologist- by mistake, but eh.” He shrugged, seemingly unimpressed, but that was a flimsy facade to hide how freaky the whole thing had been, especially with the whole… demon thing. Speaking of the demon thing; “I want in on this too.” He said suddenly, “I know what you’re planning, and I want a question.”
Clearly Pads hadn’t expected his sudden interest, and was reluctant to cave; “That's not a good idea. You shouldn’t-”
“I don’t care. I want in.” They met each other's eyes, each unflinchingly serious.
“No.”
What had started out as a cheerful teasing session ended in steely silence and narrowed eyes.
After a long moment, Tommy nodded, accepting that while he’d been leading the conversation, interrupting and teasing the older man, this was still an officer of the law, and a werewolf to boot, both of which lent themselves towards protective ideals. He wasn’t going to let Tommy near something so dangerous as a diviner ritual, no matter what the boy offered. So that was one avenue closed.
...but the girl had more than one finger. He’d do the ritual himself if he had to.
November 30th, 2019
11:54 PM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City
Ezra
His room was much neater now, the more obvious bits of tech had been deactivated or otherwise covered so as to not be quite so obvious and eye-catching. His window, which had been stained by his glowing green blood earlier this morning, was now shiny and clear like it hadn't been since even before he'd moved in. Similarly his ruined clothes had been shoved in the trash and he'd located some bandages to cover his still healing wounds. There were still far too many glowing green pieces for Ezra's liking however, a power converter, a capacitor, some loose wires, even a neon green crystal he'd been slowly growing. All it'd take to lure Jessie in was a single peek at any one of the devices and she'd have a million questions.
He wasn't sure if he was ready for that particular conversation, sure he could just pass himself off as really smart, but there were too many alien concepts, and he didn't know enough about human engineering and science to properly explain the mechanics of his tech without giving away the fact they were alien. Jessie was too smart for her own good really, but it was part of what had allowed him to get so close to her, despite her very human appearance and mannerisms, she was smarter than most of her species, more akin to the average intelligence of his own people- perhaps smarter. Vaguely she reminded him of some of his parent's students; excitable young scientists eager to learn, tinker, and make waves. Those had been the sort of people who were at the forefront of technological innovation, truly great minds, and many of them had been friendly to him and his sister, but they'd also been... reckless, and sometimes their eagerness and their ambitions caused conflict.
At least Jessie wasn't in their position, those scientists had caused the apocalypse of their world after all, not that Jessie could do that. Small perks of living on a less advanced world right? He glanced to one of his work tables, eying the beginnings of an ecto-ray power core. Less advanced world for now.
He sighed, that wasn't his priority right now. Jessie's visit had thoroughly distracted him from the threat of the human government and his now dead friends, but regardless of the seemingly inane worry he needed to focus on appearing human to his human friend- his only human friend. It should have been a piece of cake but he just had to pick the smartest, nosiest, and sneakiest human he knew to be his friend didn't he?
He adjusted his glasses, which he didn't normally wear anymore but had dug up after this latest scare in hopes the frames would obscure even slightly the glow of his eyes. Speaking of glows, he turned on all the lights, even though the sun was already pushing its way through the window and providing plenty enough lighting.
Finally, after what seemed like only a short amount of time, Ezra was forced to give up on hiding the incriminating bits of alien paraphernalia when Jessie's voice called through the door to him; "Yo Ez! I got food for you, dude!"
Right. The macarenas she promised. Macarenas? Was that right? Something like that. Probably. So much for leaving them at the door.
He did his best to blush, knowing the action caused his pale face to tint an ever so slight shade of green, and then pasted on his most pathetic expression- which wasn't hard given he'd cried not hours earlier and even know was experience an obscene amount of stress- and then opened the door. "Hey, Jess." He greeted awkwardly, eying the mac... aroons? Eying the macaroons curiously. He didn't eat out much, but he was sure he'd seen the food somewhere before. Maybe in a box at the grocery store. Human food, what a nightmare. At least it looked... like something??
Then his eyes actually fell on his friend and he frowned at her eyewear. Surely those weren't actual glasses, they looked too techy for that, like something his parents would wear in their lab. Had she been tinkering again? What did they do, he wondered, hopefully they didn't see radiation or anything like that, this entire building was thoroughly drenched in low-level ectoplasmic energy, but his room was probably the worst- and he could only imagine what he'd look like, he was the source of that radiation after all. He did his best not to cringe at the gadget, hoping it only did something mundane like enhancing images or recording videos, like normal human tech.
Jessie
Jessie pasted on a big grin as the door opened oddly eager to see her friend despite all the strange circumstances surrounding the visit. She offered forth the tupperware of food, cocking her head slightly as an expression of what seemed to be confusion came over Ezra's face. Maybe he'd never had macaroni and cheese before? She had to suppress a laugh as he caught sight of her goggles, the confused look only getting worse. The goggles were doing their job nicely today, it seemed!
"Right, so this should still be hot but if it isn't you can pop it in the microwave for like, a minute and a half or so; it's baked mac and cheese, not stovetop so it's more solid than a lot of people are used to, and way better. Also there's polish sausage in it and it's incredible and do you mind if I bring this in?" Jessie asked, not going to bother for an answer. She needed to talk to someone about her rooftp adventure, and even if Ezra wasn't involved in it and it was some kind of crazy coincidence, he'd be the best person to talk to. And if he actually was sick, she probably wouldn't catch it anyway.
Though the hyperactive girl had mostly spent her long-range Piffs for the moment, the minutes she'd spent in the elevator and walking the halls had given her enough of a rest that she could jump about ten feet or so-- Right into Ezra's big open room.
Jessie now stood in the middle of Ezra's apartment, adrenaline spiking again as her heart began to pound. Up until now, the only people who knew about her were her parents. They were the only ones she cared enough about to let them know. But now, she had a friend. And a cohort. And if they were going to get to the bottom of a mystery and maybe be a wacky bank-robbing duo, he'd have to know... And besides, she wanted to show off and it got her in the door.
Ezra
Ezra started to refuse, an excuse already on his lips, but then he blinked and she was gone with only a small 'PIFF' to mark her movement. He spun around, behind him being the only place in the immediate area he couldn't see, and there she was, standing in the middle of the room despite his body blocking the door. She hadn't walked through him, he knew what that felt like, it was almost as if she'd teleported... but she seemed so... human? "What?" He asked, perplexed, already running through a mental database of aliens he knew and their abilities. Off the top of his head he couldn't think of any teleporters, though the technology certainly existed he couldn't see any sign of it on her, not to mention the tech would be far too large to just carry around.
Jessie
Jessie grinned widely, setting the tupperware on a nearby table and pulling off her goggles. She knew what she'd look like right about now. Eyes bloodshot from exertion, wild-eyed with excitement, her hair was probably a mess too. But this... She'd been dreaming of moments like this since she first discovered what she could do. To show off. To impress. To be what she really was.
"Okay," Jessie began, sticking the goggles into her backpack and cracking her fingers. "This is gonna be weird for you, and trust me it'll be weird for me too. But you gotta trust me, okay?" Jessie held her hands out in front of her, palms facing each other, and with the barest hint of a though, conjured an arc of purplish lightning between her hands. She could feel the heat around the bolt, smell the rising ozone in the air, and laughed wildly as she got to show off for Ezra. "Remember when I said my dad used to be a geneticist. See, he saw the Activists back in the day, people who were the best at what they could do, after lifetimes of training. Looking at that, and some research of his own, he theorized that one day, humanity would evolve beyond what it currently is to form a race of 'Super Men'. People who could rival even those as powerful as the Activists at just their base, natural level. "
Jessie's eyes darkened a bit as she recalled the next part of the story and her left hand fell to her side. The purple bolt sparked andrecoiled to stick to her right hands, dancing along her fingertips as she held her hand up for Ezra to see. "He was called crazy. They said he was tretching, at best. Some people even called him a Nazi." She said, nearly spatting the word. "But the thing is... He was right. He calls me a Metahuman. I can... Do things. Teleport, control electricity... Find stuff I'm not supposed to find, more often than not. Which brings me to why I shoved my way in here." She said, clenching her fist and letting the apark die out.
"Did you know you have an 'Invasions of the Body Snatchers' pod on your roof?"
Ezra
So... what?
He became more and more bewildered as she spoke, showing off her abilities. His eyebrows rose at her display of electrokinesis. This was evolution? That... explained a lot. Well, it didn't, but offered some insight into the way the galaxy worked. Most species in the galaxy developed abilities such the Tamaraneans great strength andKheurbim shapeshifters, it'd even begun happening to his own people, though they had blamed the ecto-star for their abilities, not evolution. It was, oddly enough, extremely plausible that humans were experiencing such a leap in evolution, and not that Jessie was simply an adopted alien- which was a possibilty he'd only half begun to consider before her explanation clicked in his mind.
A metahuman huh? She looked... happy. Jessie was excitable, and usually pretty chipper, but this was somehow more genuine, more meaningful. Her wild hair and wide eyes, her huge grin and loud laugh, he'd never seen her like this before. Maybe it's because she hadn't been showing her real self to him, and wasn't that a stinging realization? He was the same.
Then the most bizarre comment came from her mouth, so utterly unrelated to this new development he couldn't comprehend it for a second. "Body Snatchers?" He parroted, bemused. Wait, the roof? "Oh-! ...oh." The realization sunk in. this was it, all that work and stressing to keep his identity revealed and now... this muddled situation was the result. He didn't have a choice did he? Well, he did, but not really, Jessie had been so genuine and honest with him, likely expecting nothing in return and risking herself by showing him her secret powers, how could he not do the same? Besides, Jessie was his friend, and after the events of the past night he could use an ally.
"Oh Zon, okay, here we go." He muttered nervously, mostly to himself, closing the door behind him quickly and taking a few steps further into the room, but stopping before he could start full on pacing. "Okay, here it goes, just gonna say it-" he took a deep breath, looked somewhere in the middle space between him and Jessie, steadfastly avoiding eye contact "-I'm an alien," he rushed out, then hastened to add more in a jumble or words; "andI'vebeenhidingonEarthforthreeyearsandnowthegovernmentishuntingaliensandIdon'tknowwhattodoandI'msorryforlyingtoyou!" He peeked up from where he'd been facing downwards and partially hiding his face, nervously searching her eyes for a reaction.
Jessie
Jessie blinked in surprise at Ezra's reaction. She had expected... She wasn't really sure what she expected. But it sure wasn't a reaction of nervousness and almost... Dread? Something was really strange here, and if she played her cards right--Did he just say alien?
"You're a freakin' whatnow from--Alien like outer space?!" She exclaimed, her exuberance shooting through the roof. "What the Hell are you doing on Earth, there aint a gawddam thing here that I would think you wanted what are you hiding from and what'd you do what do you mean the government is hunting you that thing on the roof is yours and I guess that'd explain why you keep running off do you have to recharge or is it like photosynthesis do you actually eat or--" Jessie cut herself off as the words tumbled out of her mouth in a torrent of activity. While she spoke her mind was processing the information. She had no real reason to trust that he was an alien, other than circumstantial evidence. Then again, nobody would believe in superpowers without a demonstration either. Plus that stuff on the roof was otherworldy, and now that she looked around she could see similar technology badly hidden in the apartment. And, well... The idea of aliens was really cool. Who wouldn't want an alien friend?
"Okay right, sorry!" She said, finally regaining control of her brain and mouth. "Priorities, right... What do you mean the government's hunting aliens? Like, Area 51 style, are they gonna put you in a research facility in New Mexico or something? Secondly, everything else. Like space and aliens and whatever that thing is." She said, pointing to a slightly glowing piece of technology poking out from behind a book.
Ezra
Some of Ezra's tension began to ease off as Jessie turned into just as much a motor mouth as he had been, rambling a long string of words before centering herself. Her reaction was... one fo the more favourable outcomes certainly, but he was just relieved she didn't turn that lightning ability of hers on him and make a break for it. "Right, so-" he paused a moment, hesitating over revealing the alien bar before realizing it was compromized already anyway, "-so there's this place for aliens under The Small Café, or there was one anyway. It was raided tonight by- here," he darted over to a wallet on his desk and plucked an ID card from it. He handed it to her with a nervous grimace, "I don't know, all I saw were government agents and dead aliens. I wasn't there when it happened, I just stumbled in after and managed to get away."
He wrapped his arms around himself wearily, and then committed and began emitting a harsher glow from his body, causing his clothes to smoke, the room to cool, and the dye in his hair to evaporate, revealing stark white hair. The harsh glow faded and he removed his glasses, flicking off a light switch and standing far enough from the window for the green glow in his eyes to be more noticeable. Then, just to send it home the fact he wasn't normal, he raised his hand and gathered an orb of glowing green energy in his hand. "I guess I should explain from the beginning right? Er, well my name is Edan Fo-To D'sra, and I'm from a planet called Ghol. My people were the Ectonians, but we- our- um, well Ghol doesn't exist anymore. I haven't seen another of my kind in a long time. The pod you saw is mine, I used it to escape- well, it's a long story, but- but you get it right? I- Earth is all I have now, I can't leave- it's like you said, Earth has nothing anyone wants, and under primitive world protection treaties there's no way off the planet. I'm- I'm stuck." He shrugged, a little hopelessly showing his dejection and despair at the situation, "And now the government knows about us and is hunting us? I'm, well," he gestured around the room, "I've started making things, to protect myself. My people's technology..." He trailed off, hesitant to ask for her help or offer her the chance to study it, but decided not to finish. Jessie would help herself anyway, no sense in telling her not to, no point in giving permission either.
Jessie
Jessie listened intently to the story, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow as she took in the new information. There were more aliens, right here in the city? A meeting place, a massacre... Sounded like something out of the X-Files mixed with Supernatural. Jessie nodded as Ezra, or... Edan finished his story, and she took a few steps closer to him. "Well Edan, I have to say," She started, reaching out and putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"This is absolutely the best day of my life. I mean, not so much the dead alien friendsand the raid and the government guys, but... I mean the rest of is freaking awesome. And I'm going to help you!" She said, finishing with a flourish as she reached over to pluck a piece of technology from it's barely-hidden spot. "See, I don't just shoot lightning and teleport, I also have an uncanny knack for gadgets like this. So whatever you're trying to make these things do, I can probably coax them into it! Aside from that, you now have an ally and a confidant, and we're gonna figure out exactly who these government asshats are and take 'em down! Cuz not a goddamn person in the universe is gonna take my friends away if I have anything to say about it!" Jessie exclaimed as she began to focus on the stgrange piece of alien machinery, extending her consciousness into it to try and understand its intended purpose...
Ezra
He was touched by her loyalty, the fact she just... accepted him, his story, and declared herself with him no matter what. "I- thank you," he said earnestly, and then added, "and I'm the same; if you need me, I'm there for you. This metahuman thing, whatever else, I've got your back." He promised.
He then made a split second decision; "this tech too, I'll teach you about it. You'll be the smartest human on this planet, and we can reinvent my people's technology. It'll be hard, it runs on ectoplasm, which isn't easy to produce, but it's powerful."
Ezra allowed his attention to be drawn to the gizmo she'd picked up; a Gholic translator, usually called a gabber, it functioned as both a long range communications device, like human's mobile phones, but also as a translator that helped the user understand foreign and alien languages by translating them as they were heard. That piece's partner was hidden elsewhere in his room, though he didn't remember where. He had yet to finish the software portion of their functions, mostly because he didn't know much about languages, but his pod had a similar system in it and he'd been building it based off of that one. It took him a moment to explain the device's functions to Jessie, using a bunch of terms that were very sciency and technical, "I can show you the original system if you want, you should probably see the pod anyway, it is the only piece of Ectonian tech that works on this planet."
Jessie
Jessie was only aware of Ezra/Edan's explanation of the device in the vaguest of terms, as she gathered information directly from the device itself. Her eyes unfocused as the internat design of the machine unfolded itself in her brain. It was incredibly alien, completely removed from anythign she had ever seen... And yet it made perfect sense. The power supply in particular was interesting, the ectoplasm Ezra had mentioned seemed to be a more stable and efficiant fuel source than anything on Earth. And even though the software of the thing wasn't finished, it knew what it wanted to be. She could feel the link too, to the second device over...
Jessie's feet began to move seemingly of their own volition. She walked slowly towards a shelf on the far side of the room, her eyes vacant as she reached behind a set of books and pulled out the partner piece to the one in her hand. Jessie snapped out of her fugue state as the second device was revealed, dropping it like a hot potato as she cried out, "Ectan Fra'Dak!" which she could only describe as an invasive alien phrase that she instinctively understood as a curse word. She reached up and rubbed her temple as she winced, looking back to Ezra.
"Sorry, sorry about that... Momentary feedback from the two being too close, like two microphones next to each other I guess... Uh, found the other one though! And a fun new curse word, apparently! I guess the little things picked up some of your home language?"
Ezra
He smirked, amused, "A Dazzan curse word, from a language closely related to my own tongue. Think of American sland and British slang, we spoke the same language but in Dazz it was a whole other thing." He shrugged, "Accurate though, very accurate." He didn't elaborate on the meaning. He held back a sigh, annoyed at how fruitless his programming had been. "The database would be the most difficult part, if I ever got that far at least, I can't open up the pod to get access to the systems stores without potentially damaging some of the more sensitive systems like the cryo-function." He hmm'd in thought, the new dynamic between them already normalizing itself. "Your ability though, it could vastly simplyify things if you can connect to it without needing to touch it." He theorized, already beginning to see how her 'connection' could be applied to a million other uses.
"Here, let's try this..."
11:54 PM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City
Echo and Lightning Bug
Ezra
His room was much neater now, the more obvious bits of tech had been deactivated or otherwise covered so as to not be quite so obvious and eye-catching. His window, which had been stained by his glowing green blood earlier this morning, was now shiny and clear like it hadn't been since even before he'd moved in. Similarly his ruined clothes had been shoved in the trash and he'd located some bandages to cover his still healing wounds. There were still far too many glowing green pieces for Ezra's liking however, a power converter, a capacitor, some loose wires, even a neon green crystal he'd been slowly growing. All it'd take to lure Jessie in was a single peek at any one of the devices and she'd have a million questions.
He wasn't sure if he was ready for that particular conversation, sure he could just pass himself off as really smart, but there were too many alien concepts, and he didn't know enough about human engineering and science to properly explain the mechanics of his tech without giving away the fact they were alien. Jessie was too smart for her own good really, but it was part of what had allowed him to get so close to her, despite her very human appearance and mannerisms, she was smarter than most of her species, more akin to the average intelligence of his own people- perhaps smarter. Vaguely she reminded him of some of his parent's students; excitable young scientists eager to learn, tinker, and make waves. Those had been the sort of people who were at the forefront of technological innovation, truly great minds, and many of them had been friendly to him and his sister, but they'd also been... reckless, and sometimes their eagerness and their ambitions caused conflict.
At least Jessie wasn't in their position, those scientists had caused the apocalypse of their world after all, not that Jessie could do that. Small perks of living on a less advanced world right? He glanced to one of his work tables, eying the beginnings of an ecto-ray power core. Less advanced world for now.
He sighed, that wasn't his priority right now. Jessie's visit had thoroughly distracted him from the threat of the human government and his now dead friends, but regardless of the seemingly inane worry he needed to focus on appearing human to his human friend- his only human friend. It should have been a piece of cake but he just had to pick the smartest, nosiest, and sneakiest human he knew to be his friend didn't he?
He adjusted his glasses, which he didn't normally wear anymore but had dug up after this latest scare in hopes the frames would obscure even slightly the glow of his eyes. Speaking of glows, he turned on all the lights, even though the sun was already pushing its way through the window and providing plenty enough lighting.
Finally, after what seemed like only a short amount of time, Ezra was forced to give up on hiding the incriminating bits of alien paraphernalia when Jessie's voice called through the door to him; "Yo Ez! I got food for you, dude!"
Right. The macarenas she promised. Macarenas? Was that right? Something like that. Probably. So much for leaving them at the door.
He did his best to blush, knowing the action caused his pale face to tint an ever so slight shade of green, and then pasted on his most pathetic expression- which wasn't hard given he'd cried not hours earlier and even know was experience an obscene amount of stress- and then opened the door. "Hey, Jess." He greeted awkwardly, eying the mac... aroons? Eying the macaroons curiously. He didn't eat out much, but he was sure he'd seen the food somewhere before. Maybe in a box at the grocery store. Human food, what a nightmare. At least it looked... like something??
Then his eyes actually fell on his friend and he frowned at her eyewear. Surely those weren't actual glasses, they looked too techy for that, like something his parents would wear in their lab. Had she been tinkering again? What did they do, he wondered, hopefully they didn't see radiation or anything like that, this entire building was thoroughly drenched in low-level ectoplasmic energy, but his room was probably the worst- and he could only imagine what he'd look like, he was the source of that radiation after all. He did his best not to cringe at the gadget, hoping it only did something mundane like enhancing images or recording videos, like normal human tech.
Jessie
Jessie pasted on a big grin as the door opened oddly eager to see her friend despite all the strange circumstances surrounding the visit. She offered forth the tupperware of food, cocking her head slightly as an expression of what seemed to be confusion came over Ezra's face. Maybe he'd never had macaroni and cheese before? She had to suppress a laugh as he caught sight of her goggles, the confused look only getting worse. The goggles were doing their job nicely today, it seemed!
"Right, so this should still be hot but if it isn't you can pop it in the microwave for like, a minute and a half or so; it's baked mac and cheese, not stovetop so it's more solid than a lot of people are used to, and way better. Also there's polish sausage in it and it's incredible and do you mind if I bring this in?" Jessie asked, not going to bother for an answer. She needed to talk to someone about her rooftp adventure, and even if Ezra wasn't involved in it and it was some kind of crazy coincidence, he'd be the best person to talk to. And if he actually was sick, she probably wouldn't catch it anyway.
Though the hyperactive girl had mostly spent her long-range Piffs for the moment, the minutes she'd spent in the elevator and walking the halls had given her enough of a rest that she could jump about ten feet or so-- Right into Ezra's big open room.
PIFF
Jessie now stood in the middle of Ezra's apartment, adrenaline spiking again as her heart began to pound. Up until now, the only people who knew about her were her parents. They were the only ones she cared enough about to let them know. But now, she had a friend. And a cohort. And if they were going to get to the bottom of a mystery and maybe be a wacky bank-robbing duo, he'd have to know... And besides, she wanted to show off and it got her in the door.
Ezra
Ezra started to refuse, an excuse already on his lips, but then he blinked and she was gone with only a small 'PIFF' to mark her movement. He spun around, behind him being the only place in the immediate area he couldn't see, and there she was, standing in the middle of the room despite his body blocking the door. She hadn't walked through him, he knew what that felt like, it was almost as if she'd teleported... but she seemed so... human? "What?" He asked, perplexed, already running through a mental database of aliens he knew and their abilities. Off the top of his head he couldn't think of any teleporters, though the technology certainly existed he couldn't see any sign of it on her, not to mention the tech would be far too large to just carry around.
Jessie
Jessie grinned widely, setting the tupperware on a nearby table and pulling off her goggles. She knew what she'd look like right about now. Eyes bloodshot from exertion, wild-eyed with excitement, her hair was probably a mess too. But this... She'd been dreaming of moments like this since she first discovered what she could do. To show off. To impress. To be what she really was.
"Okay," Jessie began, sticking the goggles into her backpack and cracking her fingers. "This is gonna be weird for you, and trust me it'll be weird for me too. But you gotta trust me, okay?" Jessie held her hands out in front of her, palms facing each other, and with the barest hint of a though, conjured an arc of purplish lightning between her hands. She could feel the heat around the bolt, smell the rising ozone in the air, and laughed wildly as she got to show off for Ezra. "Remember when I said my dad used to be a geneticist. See, he saw the Activists back in the day, people who were the best at what they could do, after lifetimes of training. Looking at that, and some research of his own, he theorized that one day, humanity would evolve beyond what it currently is to form a race of 'Super Men'. People who could rival even those as powerful as the Activists at just their base, natural level. "
Jessie's eyes darkened a bit as she recalled the next part of the story and her left hand fell to her side. The purple bolt sparked andrecoiled to stick to her right hands, dancing along her fingertips as she held her hand up for Ezra to see. "He was called crazy. They said he was tretching, at best. Some people even called him a Nazi." She said, nearly spatting the word. "But the thing is... He was right. He calls me a Metahuman. I can... Do things. Teleport, control electricity... Find stuff I'm not supposed to find, more often than not. Which brings me to why I shoved my way in here." She said, clenching her fist and letting the apark die out.
"Did you know you have an 'Invasions of the Body Snatchers' pod on your roof?"
Ezra
So... what?
He became more and more bewildered as she spoke, showing off her abilities. His eyebrows rose at her display of electrokinesis. This was evolution? That... explained a lot. Well, it didn't, but offered some insight into the way the galaxy worked. Most species in the galaxy developed abilities such the Tamaraneans great strength andKheurbim shapeshifters, it'd even begun happening to his own people, though they had blamed the ecto-star for their abilities, not evolution. It was, oddly enough, extremely plausible that humans were experiencing such a leap in evolution, and not that Jessie was simply an adopted alien- which was a possibilty he'd only half begun to consider before her explanation clicked in his mind.
A metahuman huh? She looked... happy. Jessie was excitable, and usually pretty chipper, but this was somehow more genuine, more meaningful. Her wild hair and wide eyes, her huge grin and loud laugh, he'd never seen her like this before. Maybe it's because she hadn't been showing her real self to him, and wasn't that a stinging realization? He was the same.
Then the most bizarre comment came from her mouth, so utterly unrelated to this new development he couldn't comprehend it for a second. "Body Snatchers?" He parroted, bemused. Wait, the roof? "Oh-! ...oh." The realization sunk in. this was it, all that work and stressing to keep his identity revealed and now... this muddled situation was the result. He didn't have a choice did he? Well, he did, but not really, Jessie had been so genuine and honest with him, likely expecting nothing in return and risking herself by showing him her secret powers, how could he not do the same? Besides, Jessie was his friend, and after the events of the past night he could use an ally.
"Oh Zon, okay, here we go." He muttered nervously, mostly to himself, closing the door behind him quickly and taking a few steps further into the room, but stopping before he could start full on pacing. "Okay, here it goes, just gonna say it-" he took a deep breath, looked somewhere in the middle space between him and Jessie, steadfastly avoiding eye contact "-I'm an alien," he rushed out, then hastened to add more in a jumble or words; "andI'vebeenhidingonEarthforthreeyearsandnowthegovernmentishuntingaliensandIdon'tknowwhattodoandI'msorryforlyingtoyou!" He peeked up from where he'd been facing downwards and partially hiding his face, nervously searching her eyes for a reaction.
Jessie
Jessie blinked in surprise at Ezra's reaction. She had expected... She wasn't really sure what she expected. But it sure wasn't a reaction of nervousness and almost... Dread? Something was really strange here, and if she played her cards right--Did he just say alien?
"You're a freakin' whatnow from--Alien like outer space?!" She exclaimed, her exuberance shooting through the roof. "What the Hell are you doing on Earth, there aint a gawddam thing here that I would think you wanted what are you hiding from and what'd you do what do you mean the government is hunting you that thing on the roof is yours and I guess that'd explain why you keep running off do you have to recharge or is it like photosynthesis do you actually eat or--" Jessie cut herself off as the words tumbled out of her mouth in a torrent of activity. While she spoke her mind was processing the information. She had no real reason to trust that he was an alien, other than circumstantial evidence. Then again, nobody would believe in superpowers without a demonstration either. Plus that stuff on the roof was otherworldy, and now that she looked around she could see similar technology badly hidden in the apartment. And, well... The idea of aliens was really cool. Who wouldn't want an alien friend?
"Okay right, sorry!" She said, finally regaining control of her brain and mouth. "Priorities, right... What do you mean the government's hunting aliens? Like, Area 51 style, are they gonna put you in a research facility in New Mexico or something? Secondly, everything else. Like space and aliens and whatever that thing is." She said, pointing to a slightly glowing piece of technology poking out from behind a book.
Ezra
Some of Ezra's tension began to ease off as Jessie turned into just as much a motor mouth as he had been, rambling a long string of words before centering herself. Her reaction was... one fo the more favourable outcomes certainly, but he was just relieved she didn't turn that lightning ability of hers on him and make a break for it. "Right, so-" he paused a moment, hesitating over revealing the alien bar before realizing it was compromized already anyway, "-so there's this place for aliens under The Small Café, or there was one anyway. It was raided tonight by- here," he darted over to a wallet on his desk and plucked an ID card from it. He handed it to her with a nervous grimace, "I don't know, all I saw were government agents and dead aliens. I wasn't there when it happened, I just stumbled in after and managed to get away."
He wrapped his arms around himself wearily, and then committed and began emitting a harsher glow from his body, causing his clothes to smoke, the room to cool, and the dye in his hair to evaporate, revealing stark white hair. The harsh glow faded and he removed his glasses, flicking off a light switch and standing far enough from the window for the green glow in his eyes to be more noticeable. Then, just to send it home the fact he wasn't normal, he raised his hand and gathered an orb of glowing green energy in his hand. "I guess I should explain from the beginning right? Er, well my name is Edan Fo-To D'sra, and I'm from a planet called Ghol. My people were the Ectonians, but we- our- um, well Ghol doesn't exist anymore. I haven't seen another of my kind in a long time. The pod you saw is mine, I used it to escape- well, it's a long story, but- but you get it right? I- Earth is all I have now, I can't leave- it's like you said, Earth has nothing anyone wants, and under primitive world protection treaties there's no way off the planet. I'm- I'm stuck." He shrugged, a little hopelessly showing his dejection and despair at the situation, "And now the government knows about us and is hunting us? I'm, well," he gestured around the room, "I've started making things, to protect myself. My people's technology..." He trailed off, hesitant to ask for her help or offer her the chance to study it, but decided not to finish. Jessie would help herself anyway, no sense in telling her not to, no point in giving permission either.
Jessie
Jessie listened intently to the story, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow as she took in the new information. There were more aliens, right here in the city? A meeting place, a massacre... Sounded like something out of the X-Files mixed with Supernatural. Jessie nodded as Ezra, or... Edan finished his story, and she took a few steps closer to him. "Well Edan, I have to say," She started, reaching out and putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"This is absolutely the best day of my life. I mean, not so much the dead alien friendsand the raid and the government guys, but... I mean the rest of is freaking awesome. And I'm going to help you!" She said, finishing with a flourish as she reached over to pluck a piece of technology from it's barely-hidden spot. "See, I don't just shoot lightning and teleport, I also have an uncanny knack for gadgets like this. So whatever you're trying to make these things do, I can probably coax them into it! Aside from that, you now have an ally and a confidant, and we're gonna figure out exactly who these government asshats are and take 'em down! Cuz not a goddamn person in the universe is gonna take my friends away if I have anything to say about it!" Jessie exclaimed as she began to focus on the stgrange piece of alien machinery, extending her consciousness into it to try and understand its intended purpose...
Ezra
He was touched by her loyalty, the fact she just... accepted him, his story, and declared herself with him no matter what. "I- thank you," he said earnestly, and then added, "and I'm the same; if you need me, I'm there for you. This metahuman thing, whatever else, I've got your back." He promised.
He then made a split second decision; "this tech too, I'll teach you about it. You'll be the smartest human on this planet, and we can reinvent my people's technology. It'll be hard, it runs on ectoplasm, which isn't easy to produce, but it's powerful."
Ezra allowed his attention to be drawn to the gizmo she'd picked up; a Gholic translator, usually called a gabber, it functioned as both a long range communications device, like human's mobile phones, but also as a translator that helped the user understand foreign and alien languages by translating them as they were heard. That piece's partner was hidden elsewhere in his room, though he didn't remember where. He had yet to finish the software portion of their functions, mostly because he didn't know much about languages, but his pod had a similar system in it and he'd been building it based off of that one. It took him a moment to explain the device's functions to Jessie, using a bunch of terms that were very sciency and technical, "I can show you the original system if you want, you should probably see the pod anyway, it is the only piece of Ectonian tech that works on this planet."
Jessie
Jessie was only aware of Ezra/Edan's explanation of the device in the vaguest of terms, as she gathered information directly from the device itself. Her eyes unfocused as the internat design of the machine unfolded itself in her brain. It was incredibly alien, completely removed from anythign she had ever seen... And yet it made perfect sense. The power supply in particular was interesting, the ectoplasm Ezra had mentioned seemed to be a more stable and efficiant fuel source than anything on Earth. And even though the software of the thing wasn't finished, it knew what it wanted to be. She could feel the link too, to the second device over...
Jessie's feet began to move seemingly of their own volition. She walked slowly towards a shelf on the far side of the room, her eyes vacant as she reached behind a set of books and pulled out the partner piece to the one in her hand. Jessie snapped out of her fugue state as the second device was revealed, dropping it like a hot potato as she cried out, "Ectan Fra'Dak!" which she could only describe as an invasive alien phrase that she instinctively understood as a curse word. She reached up and rubbed her temple as she winced, looking back to Ezra.
"Sorry, sorry about that... Momentary feedback from the two being too close, like two microphones next to each other I guess... Uh, found the other one though! And a fun new curse word, apparently! I guess the little things picked up some of your home language?"
Ezra
He smirked, amused, "A Dazzan curse word, from a language closely related to my own tongue. Think of American sland and British slang, we spoke the same language but in Dazz it was a whole other thing." He shrugged, "Accurate though, very accurate." He didn't elaborate on the meaning. He held back a sigh, annoyed at how fruitless his programming had been. "The database would be the most difficult part, if I ever got that far at least, I can't open up the pod to get access to the systems stores without potentially damaging some of the more sensitive systems like the cryo-function." He hmm'd in thought, the new dynamic between them already normalizing itself. "Your ability though, it could vastly simplyify things if you can connect to it without needing to touch it." He theorized, already beginning to see how her 'connection' could be applied to a million other uses.
"Here, let's try this..."
November 30th, 2019
5:37 PM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City
@Korkoa
Jessie’s response was mystifying, in more ways than one. She was coming over? Now? He’d dribbled ectoplasm all over his room! Glowing green ectoplasm that was synonymous with alien blood and was going to be even more of a pain to get out than normal blood! His clothes were stained too, not to mention the three small bullet holes and the massive one where the energy weapon had hit him dead over his chest. The miscellaneous paraphernalia around his room were sure to implicate something; bits and pieces of unfinished tech, annotated star maps, the secret edition of Addison Aurelia’s journal, who had surreptitiously been an alien, and was a member of the Actor Activists.
But he couldn't tell her no, that'd be more suspicious than he could afford. He grabbed a handful of tech bits, a converter, some tiny glowing wires, and then intangible fell through the floor and towards his room.
His tactic at discouraging her visit had only seemed to incite her interest more if she was being active at this time of day. So fine, if she wanted to bring him cheesy macaronis or whatever it was, then sure, but he only had time to clear himself up, not his whole apartment, so she'd have to stick by what she said and not come in. Okay, he sent her via text, and then a Thanks because she was doing it out of concern and friendship and didn't realize this course of action was only going to stress him out.
November 27th, 2019
1:30 PM, ET
GCU Library, Gotham
@The Whacko
It took a moment to sink in that the creature was actually dead, and the newly post-reanimated state of the formerly casualties of the night’s events, but once he did, realizing he was relatively safe, Tommy rolled onto his back and let himself rest for a moment, arms splayed out and a breathless sigh of relief leaving his lips.
The demon’s parting words were… something to consider later, for now he just needed to catch his breath, and maybe ten pounds of coffee. Funny how demons managed to prove their worth and their impracticality all at once; apparently they had valuable information, but they were also massive dickwads who did things like kill people horribly.
He managed to sit up slightly, propped up by his elbows, so he could look over and check on his dad. It hadn’t immediately occurred to him he could be hurt, he was like… the most badass of modern wizards, the chances of the man failing? Psht, unlikely.
After making sure his dad was still in one piece and not missing an arm or something worrying like that, Tommy directed a thumbs up sign at him, a slight exhausted smirk on his face. Even if he hadn’t been the one to deal the killing blow as he’d wanted to be, he’d survived combat with a demon.
Though admittedly it might have been a near thing if his Anodite form hadn’t restored him- however that worked.
5:37 PM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City
@Korkoa
Echo
Jessie’s response was mystifying, in more ways than one. She was coming over? Now? He’d dribbled ectoplasm all over his room! Glowing green ectoplasm that was synonymous with alien blood and was going to be even more of a pain to get out than normal blood! His clothes were stained too, not to mention the three small bullet holes and the massive one where the energy weapon had hit him dead over his chest. The miscellaneous paraphernalia around his room were sure to implicate something; bits and pieces of unfinished tech, annotated star maps, the secret edition of Addison Aurelia’s journal, who had surreptitiously been an alien, and was a member of the Actor Activists.
But he couldn't tell her no, that'd be more suspicious than he could afford. He grabbed a handful of tech bits, a converter, some tiny glowing wires, and then intangible fell through the floor and towards his room.
His tactic at discouraging her visit had only seemed to incite her interest more if she was being active at this time of day. So fine, if she wanted to bring him cheesy macaronis or whatever it was, then sure, but he only had time to clear himself up, not his whole apartment, so she'd have to stick by what she said and not come in. Okay, he sent her via text, and then a Thanks because she was doing it out of concern and friendship and didn't realize this course of action was only going to stress him out.
November 27th, 2019
1:30 PM, ET
GCU Library, Gotham
@The Whacko
Hex
It took a moment to sink in that the creature was actually dead, and the newly post-reanimated state of the formerly casualties of the night’s events, but once he did, realizing he was relatively safe, Tommy rolled onto his back and let himself rest for a moment, arms splayed out and a breathless sigh of relief leaving his lips.
The demon’s parting words were… something to consider later, for now he just needed to catch his breath, and maybe ten pounds of coffee. Funny how demons managed to prove their worth and their impracticality all at once; apparently they had valuable information, but they were also massive dickwads who did things like kill people horribly.
He managed to sit up slightly, propped up by his elbows, so he could look over and check on his dad. It hadn’t immediately occurred to him he could be hurt, he was like… the most badass of modern wizards, the chances of the man failing? Psht, unlikely.
After making sure his dad was still in one piece and not missing an arm or something worrying like that, Tommy directed a thumbs up sign at him, a slight exhausted smirk on his face. Even if he hadn’t been the one to deal the killing blow as he’d wanted to be, he’d survived combat with a demon.
Though admittedly it might have been a near thing if his Anodite form hadn’t restored him- however that worked.
Ultra Medium Tier
I figure he can wait until the ley lines are stronger before popping out of the walls and wreaking havoc everywhere. Also, given his high tier and our lack of a Wonder Woman, I'd aim for Superman as his primary nemesis? If that's chill anyways. He's not going to be the kind of character that just jumps out and destroys a whole city though, if thats a concern, he's trying to conquer the world, and maybe destroy some of the humans a little, but contrary to the implications of his name he does have a brain and will use it plenty.
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