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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Zac Wilson

Albany, New York

Pre-Time Jump After Hounds of Humanity Arc

Previously on Raptor Pack

Within the Citizens Bank, Zac saw a man dressed in a tight, green superhero costume. A pair of yellow lenses stared back at him, while a red “M” stood out on the chest of his costume. This insect-themed hero had just quipped about the awkwardness of so many animal-based gimmicks in the metahuman community. That comment caused Zac to hesitate momentarily.

Meanwhile, the unknown metahuman, seeing this opening, hurdled over Zac and landed behind him. Too quick was this man’s move for Zac to react, resulting in his foe grabbing hold of Zac’s raptor tail and tossing the cretaceous hero across the room into a consultant’s desk after the green-clad metahuman had spun him around a few times.

“Eat your heart out, Mario!” the mantis-themed hero quipped again.

Zac was not given much respite from his foe’s attack. His opponent had leap towards him for a second time. If Zac had not rolled to the side, the man would have connected a direct blow to Zac’s back. From the cracking noise originating from the place where the man’s fist had made contact with the floor, Zac knew nothing good would have come from getting hit by such a punch.

Zac needed to do something to turn the tables on this guy. When Zac aimed a kick at the man’s leg, he was able to sweep the metahuman off his feet. This guy must not have a sixth sense. At least Zac would not have to worry about that type of power in this encounter.

If Kelly were here, or at least the version of her before she got Silver Sorceress’ powers, she would have been well suited for this situation. Her insectoid super-strength would have been a match for this man’s powers. Zac, on the other hand, did not possess any innate super-strength. Instead, Zac had to play to his own strengths: his speed. Although his green-clad opponent has shown himself to be agile on his feet, there was no way he could keep up with Zac.

Therefore, Zac jumped to his feet while his opponent was sprawled on the ground and then he placed some distance between himself and the green-clad metahuman. Zac kept moving about, making sure that there was no way this man could land a hit on Zac.

“So, you want to play keep away, now don’t you?” the mantis-themed metahuman called out to Zac. Suddenly, a bio-electric spark began to flicker off the metahuman’s hand before he launched a small bolt at Zac. Since he was not expecting an attack like this, Zac only had seconds to drop to the floor, slide, and duck under the attack.

“Mantis, stop!” the redheaded metahuman girl, whom Zac initially found in the bank, finally spoke up. For most of the fight, she had been cowering beside a nearby desk. At that very moment, Mantis was winding up for another ranged attack, but when he heard the girl’s voice, he froze. It was a relief for Zac, as his first attempt to dodge the bio-electric bolt had placed himself in a vulnerable position for a follow-up attack.

“Brooke?” Mantis said with a shocked tenor in his voice.

“How do you know my name?” Brooke asked in response to hearing the green-clade metahuman saying her name.

“It’s me, Sean!” Mantis announced before momentarily lifting his mask to give her a peak of his face and immediately pulling the mask down.

“You have been Mantis for this entire time?” Brooke asked.

“When did you get powers? And why are you robbing a bank?” Mantis retorted back.

“This is quite a touching moment, but I think it can wait until the two of you have gotten out of this situation.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re also one of my friends secretly running around like a superhero without me knowing!” Mantis exclaimed after Zac interrupted his conversation with Brooke.

“I have never seen you before, even as your superhero alter ego.” Zac answered Mantis back.

“Then how are we going to get out of this situation?” Brooke then asked, her voice trembling from the situation she had found herself in. “The police have surrounded the entire building!”

“Well, this bank probably has a security camera that recorded everything. We could prove that—” Zac suggested, but he paused for a moment before mentioning the red-head’s name, as it felt weird using her real name, “Brooke was as much as a victim as the hostages.”

“Wait, you want to hand her over? No way!” Mantis protested, even though Brooke was his ex.

“I think this is our only option without making the both of you fugitives. With a good lawyer, she will definitely get out of this pickle.”

“Sean, I think this might be our only good option,” Brooke tried to convince Mantis.

“Alright,” Mantis finally relented, “But we need to find that tape first! We don’t want to giver Brooke over to the fuzz without the evidence, too.”

---

Colonel Thaddeus Bulb had been retired from S.T.R.I.K.E. for ten years now, although, once you have joined S.T.R.I.K.E., you never really leave it. After S.T.R.I.K.E. had been blow to kingdom come by the Hounds of Humanity, many of the “retired” agents of S.T.R.I.K.E. fled the country in fear of what the Hounds might do to them if the human supremacists would find them. These men knew too much and could not risk that information falling into the Hounds’ hands.

But Thaddeus Bulb was no coward. He never ran away from a fight when he was employed by S.T.R.I.K.E and he would not change his ways at his former employer’s demise. Not even his advanced age would hinder Bulb from defending himself.

He soon discovered that it was not the Hounds whom he should have feared. His face was pressed against a puddle of his own blood as he was tied up to capsized chair. The beating that he had taken had dazed the old S.T.R.I.K.E. agent. His blurred vision could make out three figures, only one of whom had a regular human figure.

“This was a very informative conversation, Thaddeus,” Doctor Diplodoc boasted over the wounded man.

“We should better get going. Company should be arriving soon,” the Silver Sorceress suggested to Doctor Diplodoc. However, despite Bulb’s current state, he began to laugh, with some intermittent coughing.

“You really think this was worthwhile?” Thaddeus Bulb retorted, “Nautican Island was baked by that sky beam. There’s nothing left for you.”

The wooden floorboards creaked under the strain of Diplodoc’s weight as he approached Bulb. Instead of bending over, squatting down, or kneeling, Diplodoc merely contorted his long neck so that his head was a couple feet away from Bulb’s.

“I find your lack of confidence in my intelligence disappointing. Do you think I am a simpleton?” Diplodoc told his captive, “We know that the S.T.R.I.K.E. bases could withstand a nuclear holocaust. The Finger of God would have barely scratched its surface.”

Thaddeus Bulb in retaliation spat in Diplodoc’s face, spraying a mixture of saliva and blood on him. Diplodoc’s only response was to shake his head before raising it back up. Diplodoc retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the mess on his face and glasses.

“Alas, we have overstayed our welcome.” Diplodoc finally stated while nodding to Silver Sorceress, who summoned a small portal large enough to allow her, Diplodoc, and Leo to travel through it. “Say hello to our friends, the Hounds of Humanity. I’m sure they will be so happy to see you.”

After these words, Doctor Diplodoc, Silver Sorceress, and Leo stepped through the portal and departed from Thaddeus Bulb’s house.

“FUCK—” However, Bulb could not finish his curse before his house burst into an inferno of flames and explosions. Within seconds, the house had been burned to the ground and all that remained of Thaddeus Bulb were his ashes.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Mandela Effect: Part 2

Previously On Create-A-Hero

"90's" Aubrey Adkins???

Pacific Point, CA

The sun had just risen when Athena had teleported into Aubrey’s bedroom. For months now, the goddess of wisdom had been aware that a great danger was nigh. Yet, she had not yet figured out a way for her people to intervene without breaking the prime directive that had been established long ago by the godheads of the Athanatoi pantheons.

But when Athena gazed upon her pupil, she immediately knew that something was wrong. She knew that this was not her pupil, or at least her pupil from this plane of existence. Although Athena did not know what was wrong or who had caused it, she nonetheless wanted to get to the bottom of this. Her first suspect was her half-sister, Aphrodite. Even though this sort of trick was a little too intricate for her half-sister, Athena wanted to cross her off as a suspect first. Aphrodite was of course the sort of goddess who would mess with the favorites of the other gods and goddesses.

Right after Athena had blinked out of this plane of existence, Aubrey started to rouse from her sleep. As she sat up and stretched out her arms, her phone dropped from beneath her shirt and landed in the lap of her spidery cephalothorax.

Why were you in there? Aubrey pondered to herself as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. However, when she finally got her bearings, she had an even bigger question than why she had her phone stuffed in her shirt.

“Where am I?” Aubrey mused aloud, scanning the room as she thought. There was an uncanny familiarity to the bedroom, as the furnishings of the bedroom were reminiscent of what she would have preferred in her own abode, albeit them being a little retro for her own tastes.

<We appear to be located in Pacific Point, California and this apartment is leased under your name.> The AI in Aubrey’s phone, Athena, reported this information to the drider heroine.

“Hmm, so now that we know where we are, the better question is how did we get here?” Aubrey posited as she rolled over and crawled out of bed. Her eight arachnid legs lightly touched the carpeted floor as Aubrey stood up.

<There are a variety of possibilities that could explain our situation. First, the Game Genie could have trapped us in a virtual reality.>

“I haven’t been noticing any weird physics, so unless the Game Genie has upped his game, that’s likely not what happened.”

<Or someone might have trapped you in another alternate universe. Remember, Vigilante said that he was kicked out of his native reality and dumped in ours.>

<This could all be a hallucination, but considering that I’m being affected, this option is unlikely. Another possibility is that, mattering on how the laws of time travel work, someone might have travelled back in time and screwed up the past. Because of your healing factor, you might have resisted the change in the time stream.>

“But how would that explain you still persisting? Also, might shirt doesn’t benefit from my healing factor, either.”

<True, indeed. I’ll continue searching for other possible answers.>

“Just out of curiosity, are there any changes or similarities I should be aware of, at least from what you can find from searching the internet?”

<It appears you’re still in a relationship with that William boy.>

“Well, that’s a relief. Would have been awkward if I would have had to romance some other dude I don’t even know.”

<From the text messages that I am now receiving from his phone, it appears you were supposed to pick him up from the airport.>

“I probably can still swing by and pick him up. What time was I supposed to do that?”

<One o’clock in the morning.>

“What!? Shit!” Aubrey exclaimed as she quickly glanced over at the clock, which at that moment read 10:30 A.M. She then scrambled over towards the dresser and pulled open the first drawer. Her eyes squinted as she saw what was inside.

“How am I supposed to fit into any of these?” Aubrey gasped. After she had shuffled through the drawer, she finally found the largest bra in the dresser, which was still too small, and put it on. She felt as if she was suffocating herself, but since she was about ready to dash cross town to the airport, she needed something

“Athena, what’s the fastest way out of here?

<There’s a skylight in the next room. Should provide enough space to get your drider half outside.>

After Aubrey heard this from her phone, she exited her bedroom and entered the main living space of the apartment. As Athena said it would be, there was a skylight on the ceiling that could be opened. She started to approach the center of the room, right behind the couch when she gave her phone’s AI another command.

“Could you send Will a text saying that I’m so sorry and I’m on my way?”

As soon as Athena had completed that task, Aubrey suddenly heard a phone buzz in the living room where she was standing it. She then wheeled around the couch and found a cell phone, that did not belong to her, sitting on an ottoman in front of the couch. A hand from underneath a blanket reached over and attempt to find the phone.

“Oh, thank God!” Aubrey gasped as she realized that Will was sleeping on her couch, meaning that he had somehow made it to this apartment. At the same time, she had freed herself from the torture device that was the undersized bra she had put and draped it over the back of the couch.

“You know you could have crawled into bed with me instead of sleeping on this couch, right?”

“The couch is fine,” Will honestly replied. He was still groggy, rubbing his eyes to clear the sleep from them. But when he felt Aubrey’s chitinous spider half gently rest up against him, he finally was jolted away. After Will had gotten a clear look of his girlfriend, he squinted his eyes. It did not take a super-genius to realize that something was wrong.

“You’re so cute when you look dumbfounded,” Aubrey admitted to Will. She took her index and middle fingers and tilted his head up, raising his eyes so that they finally met hers. “What do you think about grabbing some brunch before we begin our day?”

“Sounds fine to me,” Will responded while he tried to avert his gaze. “Since you’re already up, want to take the first shower?”

“Sure,” Aubrey answered before hopping over the back of the couch as she headed to the bathroom. “Although you’re welcome to join me.”

“I’m fine—” Will said before getting hit in the face with something soft. When he pulled whatever had struck him, he realized it was his girlfriend’s shirt. But when he looked up, he noticed she had already shut the door.

“What has gotten into her—” Will pondered aloud. She had never been this forward. He then flipped the shirt over, so the printed design was facing up.

“I knew I wasn’t crazy!” The t-shirt claimed that the Arizona Cardinals had beaten the Pittsburg Steelers in Super Bowl XLIII. But that was impossible! The Cardinals lost that game. Will would know, as he was the biggest Cardinals fan he knew. This just confirmed that something was wrong.

---

Earlier That Day

It was thirty minutes after one A.M. and Will was still standing in the arrivals section. He had seen a couple dozen people get rides to their destinations, either by someone they know picking them up, ordering an Uber, or hailing a local taxi. But his girlfriend had failed to show up.

Will peered down at his phone again, checking his text messages. He had already sent ten texts to Aubrey, nine of which were asking where she was. He would have sent an eleventh one, but since none of the prior ten had been read, there was not any point to it. If she had not seen them yet, another pestering message was not going to get her to come any faster.

Therefore, Will needed to find another way to his girlfriend’s apartment. He could use one of the on-demand taxi services, like Uber, but considering the time of day and being in Pacific Point in general, that was going to be an expensive ride. Plus, why pay for something when you have a free option available?

By this time, the arrival section was all but deserted. Therefore, it did not take Will long to find a place out of eyeshot of any bystanders. Once he was sure that nobody was around and that he was in the blind spot of any nearby security cameras, he lightly tapped on his wristband, causing a scarlet and gray superhero costume to appear on his body. It was similar to Arachne, except it was made for a male human instead of a female drider. The mask lenses also lacked the golden eyelashes that Arachne had.

Will pulled out his cellphone and used the Maps app to plot a course to Aubrey’s apartment. After seeing the route, he started on his twilight journey.

“This shouldn’t be too bad.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Mandela Effect: Part 1

Previously On Create-A-Hero

Emerson Enterprises

Nashville, TN

The last of the lab assistants had just locked up the building and were heading home for the night. They, along with the rest of the lab staff, had been hired by Daniel Emerson to monitor his nephew, Matthew. After a plane accident in the Caribbean that had left Matthew an orphan, something weird had happened to Matthew. In the last year, the occurrence of metahumans have exploded. The staff knew that Matthew was a normal boy before that trip and afterwards he had powers, although they were not sure what exact powers he had. The problem was that they could not just run tests to test his powers because Matthew was stuck in a coma, probably induced by the activation of his powers.

Or at least that is what the scientists thought. A bright light suddenly appeared in front of the security cameras that were monitoring Matthew. Instead of just blocking the feed, the light reflected a loop of Matthew floating in the center of the room. Once the cameras have been blocked, Matthew’s eyes snapped open. He slowly drifted down to the ground until his hands and feet pressed against the floor.

Matthew then jumped to his feet and hurled himself onto the well-made bed that had been furnished in his “room.” Before Matthew leaned up against the pillows that rested against the bed’s headboard, he snapped his fingers, which caused a small portal, similar to the lights that were blocking the camera feeds, appeared next to his bed. He then reached into the portal and pulled out a plastic bin, filled with comic books. But instead of the books published by Marvel and DC comics, the comics in Matthew’s collection was centered on the fictional adventures of real superheroes, such as the Raptor Pack or War-Pulse. But he really enjoyed the stories written about Icon. If anyone could save the day, he could.

In fact, these comics were one-of-a-kind, or at least in Matthew’s universe. A couple of weeks ago, Matthew found a gold mine when he accidentally stumbled through one of his portals and found himself in a different world, a place where there were no superpowers and superheroes were just a creation of fiction. After he found a couple more worlds like that boring, normal one, he had quite the pull-list featuring different versions of the heroes he adored, some more different than others.

Since Matthew basically sleeps all day, he had plenty of time to catch up on his giant, multiversal pull-list. He spent hours poring over these magazines. However, one could only waste so much time reading a comic that takes less than ten minutes to complete. But when Matthew realized he could replace a character in one comic with an alternate version of that individual. For example, he replaced the feline heroine, Bast, with an alternate version of her who was in a romantic relationship with Lyger and went by the superhero handel Anaconda. These “swaps” would sometimes create funny situations. Others were more sombering. Yet other times, interesting situations and conflicts arose. With this newly found power, Matthew discovered countless hours of experimentation. He could, however, never do anything with Vigilante for some strange reason.

After Matthew had used his powers on a few comics, he turned to some issues set in the magical corner of the universe. In the past issue, there were several supernatural folk traveling out west. But Matthew was scratching his head while he read the current issue. The entire group kind of just dispersed after the Hounds of Humanity had attacked. One of the witches had dragged the young werewolf across the country, with the specific purpose of helping her find some magical items. Yet she then abandoned him, out of the blue. She did not even offer to take him home!

“This guy sure looks like he needs a friend right now,” Matthew muttered to himself, “or at least someone closer to his age. Only if I could be there.”

Then a thought came to mind. He had never tried it before, but maybe his powers could also allow him to teleport there. It was worth the shot, anyways. Therefore, Matthew closed his eyes and focused on the scene from the comic. He kept that mental image in his head until, after a few moments, he disappeared. The comic that was in his hand fell harmlessly onto the bed.

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Time: Early Morning
Location: Las Vegas, hotel room

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Ben’s hand turned the knob then he limped inside. Pain flared up his side causing him to flinch, his arm curled to cradle it as he breathed heavily. His eyes traveled down to observe red seeping through the white bandage. Gradually his legs gave out from underneath him as he sat down. The memory of Duff etched into his thoughts. He had left the old wolf snoring away and curled up in his hotel bed.

He sighed under his breath before he began to move to his feet again. His hand balanced himself against the door as he rose upright, still hurting from the fight. Duff mentioned it would take a few days to properly heal. Thankfully with Barron’s grateful assistance, his parents wouldn’t notice it.

Once at the bed, he stopped. His body promptly belly flopped into the covered surface and considered sleeping for a thousand years. At least, until morning. It was times like this he felt the loneliness gnaw at his insides.

Then suddenly, a swirling vortex of bright blue light appeared near the roof of the hotel room and out of this portal feel a boy, who was no older than Benjamin was. He landed on the floor with a thud.

“I need to perfect that landing,” the boy said out loud as a mental note while he rubbed his back, which he had landed on.

At first, the boy quickly scanned the room to get his bearings. However, when he saw Benjamin, his eyes grew wide in excitement.

“Holy shit! I think I actually break through the space-time continuum! This is so exciting!”

At the sound of the voice, Benjamin’s eyes opened. His arms pushed against the mattress as his teeth bared, his attention located the the source. For several moments his mind seemed to pause in confusion. Seeing a kid close to his own age caused Benjamin to glance at the door, noticing it was still shut tightly. It didn’t help there was no scent coming from that direction.

Still inhaling heavily, Benjamin shifted his right leg off the bed’s edge and rose to his feet.

“You know… it’s really rude to just waltz into someone else’s room.”

Hastily he pulled his jacket closed to hide the bandages keeping his insides in place.

“That was the most nonchalant response to someone falling out of a portal I have ever heard,” Matthew reacted to Benjamin’s response, while he pulled himself to his feet. “But I guess, considering what you have gone through, that shouldn’t come as a surprise.”

“Anyways, I’m Matthew. I read...err...heard that you’re in need of some friends. So I traveled across space and time to come see you!”

Ben blinked. His head tilted to the left and sized the boy up, unsure what to say at first. He was grateful his inner wolf didn’t imprint this time. It might’ve been because he already had a pack with Duff, but he didn’t dwell on it.

“Yeah, I’ve had a long day. Why do you have to gain by being my friend? And considering you seem to know more about me than I know about you, how can I be sure you simply won’t walk away like the rest?” Ben’s anger latched on his tone, but his figure didn’t move.

“That’s such a pessimistic view of friendship. True friends don’t measure their worth by what each other can gain from their relationship.” Matthew answered back. “Can’t someone be giving a helping hand for altruistic reasons?”

“I haven’t met a single person yet. So the odds are not in your favor…” Benjamin countered.

“I mean, you did meet those nice people from Albany. I understand they live some distance away from you, but it wasn’t like they just kicked you to the curb.”

“I almost nearly ate one of them. I doubt they wanted to take care of a teenage werewolf who can barely control his impulsive changes at the time. If they stuck around, I’m certain they would’ve dropped me off like the rest.”

“More like chased a catgirl up a tree, but it doesn’t look like I’m not going to be able to convince you of anything in this regard.” Matthew paused for a moment before speaking again, contemplating his next move.

“Anyways, the first thing we need to do is get you home. It was really irresponsible of your ex-friends to just ditch you out here, far from home. Sure, sometimes family can be complicated, but I’m sure your home is better than living in a hotel in Vegas and running around in the wilderness during your free time.”

“Duff’s training methods might be…,” Benjamin paused long enough to remind himself of his wounds, and not wrinch in reaction.

“Unorthodox, but at least I’m not hurting anyone.”

Benjamin slowly sat on his bed as he watched the boy, still confused at how Matt was intending to get him home.

“There’s still the issue of the imprinting. If I leave Duff, I’ll get depressed. That’s what happened with the last imprint…” He refused to say the White Witch’s name as it still hurt like hell to think about.

“Well, there is one thing I could try?” Matthew pondered aloud. “I’ve only done it with inanimate objects , but I guess it should be worth a shot.”

“Whoa there… what do you mean by that? I swear, if you’re going to try to some weird magic than let’s take a step back. Cause I don’t want to end up as a smear on the wall. I’ve already had a troll try that.” Benjamin’s figure jerked up and hissed in pain.

“Well, nothing back has happened yet, and since I was able to teleport here through a comic book, doing something like this should be a breeze.”

Benjamin inhaled, fighting the urge to vomit from the pain. His fingers pressed into his nose bridge as he thought carefully about his next words. Thankfully he wasn’t stressed enough to change, but he doubted that would last long.

“Are you sure you’re not related in some way to the Ambassador or the White Witch because they are only people I know that uses portals or some type of teleport stuff. Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Hold your horses, buckaroo! I definitely fall on the metahuman side of things. So there isn’t any magic involved. Plus, I’m not a villain, either! I’m not scheming to screw anybody over. You know what, let me see if I can demonstrate what I mean.”

Matthew then appeared to focus on a spot in the room right next to him. A swirling portal, like the one he had fallen out of, manifested at that location. Matthew then stuck his upper body through the portal for a few seconds, as if he were looking for something. When he pulled himself out, the portal closed right behind him. In his hands, he held two comicbooks.

“Alright, here is an issue of the Sensational Arachne that i canonical with the book I used to get here,” Matthew started to explain as he held up the first comic. Then, he held up a second comic that was aesthetically different from the first. “This other one was written during the 90’s, with all of that era’s stereotypes.”

“Now, with my powers, I can insert the 90’s Arachne into the modern one’s book.”

Matthew then stacked the two comics on top of each other and closed his eyes. A dim, blue light surrounded the books for a few seconds before dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. After Matthew had opened his eyes, he first revealed the cover of the 90’s comic. Nothing had changed. However, when he showed the other book, something had changed.The cover itself was generally intact. But the titular heroine had her appearance altered. She now looked identical to her counterpart from the 90’s comic, ignoring the difference in art style.

“See? So hypothetically, I should be able to do something like this to real people, too.”

“And how do you know there isn’t any ill effect with living creatures?” Ben asked, trying to keep his amazement hidden with his question.

He was slightly jealous as the best thing he could do was get beaten up or deserted.

“I’m sure there isn’t any side effects. And if something bad happens, I’ll just turn you back. How does that sound?”

“And what if you find out you can’t? Do you have a back-up plan?” Benjamin hesitated in accepting this because it sounded too good to be true.

“I mean, if you think the risk is too great, I can just take you home, if that’s just what you want.”

Benjamin rolled his tongue against his inner cheek.

“Let’s try something simple first. Can you make my wounds go away? Heal them or whatever?”

“We could try that first.” Matthew answered. He approached Benjamin and placed his hand on the werewolf’s shoulder. Just like he had done with the comics, Matthew closed his eyes, resulting in the same blue light surrounding Benjamin. As Matthew focused on the werewolf’s wounds, these injuries slowly disappeared, almost as if they had never happened.

“What do you say about that?”

Ben had braced himself. His eyes slowly opened as he felt his wounds vanish, leaving him feeling surprisingly fine.

“Uh… How do I look? The same?” He suddenly asked, half expected he had grown another eye somewhere.

“Oh no! You turned into a girl!” Matthew jokingly exclaimed with a laugh, showing that he was not serious. But just in case, he made sure to make it explicit that he was only messing with Benjamin. “I’m just joking. You look the same. Minus the wounds, of course.”

Ben had considered abruptly checking to ensure his anatomy was correct, but quickly found the joke. His hand balled into a fist as he gently punched Matt’s arm in response.

“That’s not funny,” he snapped then tested out his healed form with a few twists and rotations of his torso. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary so far.

“So far, so good. I seem the same… Now for the bigger test.”

Benjamin looked at Matt.

“Are you ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

Matthew took the same position as he had done when he had healed Benjamin of his injuries. This time, he had to picture in his head the end result. If the young werewolf had never been turned into a werewolf in the first place, then there would not have been any opportunities for him to be abandoned by all the people who had crossed paths with him. But he also had to make sure that Benjamin would remember him. Otherwise, he would have to do the whole song and dance of “who are you?” with Benjamin all over again. Once he had captured the image in his head, Matthew could feel his powers flowing through him. A little blood started to drip from one of his nostrils during the process. Fortunately, the procedure was not long.

“How do you feel?” Matthew asked. His voice wavered a little, showing that using his powers in this way had taxed his body physically.

Ben just stood there. His eyes wandered over the room, confusion on his face and gradually came to rest on Matt. A eyebrow arched before he answered his friend.

“I’m about to ask you the same question. Are you alright? Should you lay down or do you need something? Also, where the heck are we?” Benjamin couldn’t stop his questions from pouring out.

“I’ll be alright. And to keep a long story short, let’s just say we’re very, very lost. Now, let’s get you home.”

“Okay. Are you sure you should this is a good idea, you don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine!” Let’s get you home.”

Another of the spirals portals appeared next to Matthew. He gestured towards the portal, suggesting that Benjamin should go first.

“After you.”

“All right…” Benjamin backed off, through his concern didn’t fall back from his expression.

Cautiously, he stepped into the portal and vanished from sight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Character you have created: Amy Reynolds

Alias: Amis

Speech Color: Orchid

Character Alignment: Walking The Line

@Super Meteor

After you change "E unus pluribum" (which is gibberish in Latin) to "Ex uno plura" (I assume you are going for the reverse of E Pluribus Unum), you are accepted.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Indy Cooper you're right Indy. Ded doesn't have a sense of humor. Man it feels good getting that off my chest.

@VATROU

Say what!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

<Snipped quote by Dedonus>

Ded. I didn't know you had a funny bone.

@VATROU

We all have funny bones, Vat. C'mon man!

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@Indy Cooper Don't scare them away. We're all normal humans here.

@VATROU

I don't know. I think I'm the only normal one here. lol ;)

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alrighty i fixed it!

@Liseran Thistle

Much better. Thanks!