The Multiverse IC

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If there was one thing that Crowley loved more than anything else, it was his car. If he had to give up the luxury of sleeping after eating a large meal or sharing an occasional drink with Aziraphale for all eternity, he would gladly do so for his car. That was one thing that humans managed to do right, along with the invention of mobile phones. It made traveling so much easier on the wings and nothing felt better than tearing through the streets of London, deliberately disobeying every street sign he encountered. Seconds earlier, he had been doing about ninety miles an hour down Oxford Street when everything had gone all purple. Less than a second later, he had appeared on a completely different road, headed in the opposite direction of traffic. Jerking the steering wheel to the side, he narrowly avoided a large minivan and moved back to the right side of traffic as the woman driving the minivan gestured rudely in his direction. Rolling down the window, he poked his head outside and turned his gaze upwards to stare at the tall buildings surrounding. It didn't like he was in England anymore, let alone driving down Oxford Street. From the potent smell of fast food lingering in the air and the terrible manners of the woman he had nearly hit, he would have to say America was his destination. How he had managed to go from Oxford Street to an American city in under a second was terrifyingly confusing and made the demon pause for a moment before he pulled his car over to the side of the road and parked it. He didn't get out immediately, instead picking up a phone and dialing Aziraphale number.
"I'm sorry, the number you are calling is not available at this time," a monotone voice stated, not sounding at all apologetic.
Crowley stared then hung up the phone quietly. He had just talked to Aziraphale, there was no way he was unavailable. Crowley contemplated this silently for a moment, grimacing. The apocalypse was coming and he had been suddenly transported to America and Aziraphale had gone silent. It would take him forever to get back to England and track down Aziraphale if he was not answering his phone. The apocalypse was coming, he didn't have time for this! Still, it was odd. He couldn't feel any demonic presence anywhere, not even from the few other demons that tended to lurk on Earth. Nor could he feel any angelic presence. Where was everyone? Frowning, he climbed out of the Bentley and shut the door, locking it as well. He was taking the whole situation very well but that was only because he was a demon and out of the ordinary tended to be ordinary. First, he had to establish where he was. Leaving the Bentley behind, he adjusted his sunglasses to cover his golden eyes then started down the street.

[ActRaiser]

Gaun Di

Guan Di appeared through the portal mysteriously, with it snapping shut behind him, disappearing with a white flash. He looked around with his eyes narrowing, looking for what-ever destination he was. He had appeared in a Temple, in China Town, New York, with worshipers looking at Gaun Yu in stunned silence. Guan Yu had not realized what was happening. He had just been made a deity by the Celestial Hierarchy, and now he was here? Where was he? The people bowed down before him, he smiled for a moment then resumed a serious face. "Stop it." He said in Mandarin. . . "Where the hell am I?" He then asked. It was a few moments later that he was told he was in a far away land called "America" in the city of "New York". In the future? Wow. . . 1700 years later. He had much to learn.

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Crowley glanced around then hurried over to a map nearby. He peered up at the glowing letters, adjusting his sunglasses slightly. New York. Well, shit. Running a hand through his hair, he let out a small sigh then took out his phone again.
"I'm sorry," the voice stated before Crowley snapped the phone closed, cutting it off sharply. He was very, very annoyed. The last thing he needed was to be isolated from his only friend in America, of all places. Not just America but New York! Humans in New York tended to be completely and utterly insane and all about silly. Closing his eyes, he made a mental note of where he had parked the car then moved away from the map. He looked around and noticed a place standing out in comparison to the rest of the city. "China Town," Crowley muttered softly, his eyebrows knitting together. Humans were such curious creatures. As if a section of a city could possibly represent an entire nation. Still, it was as good a place as any to get some clues as to his sudden teleportation. Without a passport, he couldn't get back to England so he would just have to make do trying to find the source of his teleportation and forcing it to send him back. Still, he was concerned as to why Aziraphale had not answered and why he couldn't sense any demons. Trying not to let it bother him too greatly, he hurried down the street, armed with his wits, a mobile phone and a small pen in his pocket. Well, it could be worse.

[Ralephia]

Maverick dashed forward, the deer just within her grasp. She stretched her hands out as she leapt into the air. She was going to twist the neck, nice and quick when the universe filled her vision. She crashed into a, well she didn't know what it was. At first she had thought it was a tree but the hollow ding reminded her of the old spaceship she had found buried in the woods on one of her hunts. It was from the dark times, when her people had tried to expand beyond their own planet. It was foolish and stupid, ending with bloodshed and so much misery it threatened to consume all the people. So instead, the council had chosen a select few to establish a boundary of advanced metal laser to create an impenetrable field around the planet. Headmaster Vashou had said so and he was from the dark times.

Rubbing her head she rose, glancing around to see lots of people starring at her. They looked similar to her people but bald and pale. Their eyes were unusual colors and none had tails. Screeching at those nearest, Maverick leapt onto the strange metal contraption and whipped her tail around a child near her. It failed as she brought it her, cradling it in her arms. The thing squirmed until she began singing with her two sets of vocal until the child started giggling. Examining the pink blobbish thing, Maverick smiled and continued on with her universal song of woe and heartbreak.

[Z2010Deadmeat]

Dead sighed as he opened his eyes looking around at his new location he was standing on top of the Empire State Building in New York City. Well A New York City Dead had been to so many he lost count at this point. This whole mess started only a few days ago to him, The Craftsman was back home when the Bridge the means for him and his brethern to travel the Multiverse was showing Universes actually becoming undone. With few options left to him Dead attempted to open the brigde between the worlds where his fellow Old Ones were currently at to no avail instead it opened a link to a world Dead had not travelled before with no other options he lept through the rift hoping to find the source of this situation and restore the balance.
The Craftsman pulled his hood over his head and jumped off the top of the building landing safely on the the roof of a smaller building now able to eavesdrop on the crowd. Hearing of a few rumors that of a African American man who was currently in Central Park the unusal part was that the man's arms were turning into different things including claws and blades. This intrigued Dead a bit before he heard that the this indvidual was fighting someone else with snow white hair, a red trench coat, fighting with what was a Large Claymore one handed. Dead stood up using his control over Nexus he altered his attire into a grey suit with matching duster to blend into the crowd better before heading off to the park to find these men

[ActRaiser]

Guan Yu was there, seeing Crowly there, looking as if he was searching for something. Guan Yu had a strange look on his face, as if he was suspicious of something. Something about Crowly's eyes looked strange, and the war god had reason to think that the man wasn't all that he appeared to be. He was ready for a fight, as always. Indeed, Guan Yu was the god of war for a reason. He didn't appear to have his 3rd century garments as apparel. Instead, Guan Yu was dressed as a policeman, with his magical weapons easily conjurable at will, he looked to Crowly with expectation.

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Crowley stopped short when he noticed someone wearing police attire staring at him. Arrogant as always, Crowley stared right back at the policeman then reached up to the sunglasses covering his eyes. A small peak wouldn't hurt anyone and it might stop the policeman from staring... or at least scare him silly. Either one was fine with Crowley. Holding his sunglasses, he lowered them slightly to expose his golden irises and his slitted, snake-like pupils. He opened his mouth ever so slightly and gave his tongue a flick, exposing its snake-like qualities as well. He smirked slightly then moved his sunglass back up to cover his eyes again and replaced his tongue within his mouth.
Well, no need to stick around now. If he was lucky, the policeman would dismiss his eyes as a hallucination. Most tended to do so, not that he showed his eyes or tongue very often. Turning away, he quickly moved down the street, no longer looking at the policeman. He would go somewhere else to try and find clues. Turning down an alleyway, he kicked a can quietly as he hissed softly, contemplating what to do next. Where to start?

[ActRaiser]

Guan Yu had followed, sensing something strange about the reptillian man. Were there really serpent people in the world today? He knew that dragons existed, he saw many in Heaven, but he had never seen a hybrid snake man. He had no trouble keeping up with this serpent creature, but he somehow felt that following it might answer some unknown questions that the god of war had. He had no fear of the serpent creature, but he still kept his gaurd up, just in case something dangerous would rear it's ugly head, if it didn't already.

[Question]

Crowley stopped and turned around when the policeman followed him into the alleyway. Really? Humans were way too curious for their own good. "Hmm," he muttered softly, sighing slightly. He wasn't in the mood for this. Normal humans were hard to deal with but the police tended to be incredibly arrogant and quite full of themselves. So what if they had guns and cars? All he had to do is turn their gun into a squirt gun and change the engine of their car into a pile of snakes and they were just like normal people.
"Can I help you?" he asked, rolling his tongue slightly so he didn't forget himself and hiss, and also so the forked end of his tongue was no longer visible. His sunglasses were still on his face, hiding his serpentine eyes from view. No matter the body he possessed, he still managed to have the snake-like eyes and tongue. They never went away and followed him everywhere. But he liked them. Even if he had abandoned the name Crawley, it helped him remember that he was a demon and not a Sound of Music-watching angel. But honestly, angels had terrible taste in everything, not just movies.

[ActRaiser]

"Yes sir." Guan Yu said politely. "I mean no disrespect or menace in following you, but I'm new here. I have to ask this seriously. Is it normal for serpent men to live among the others like us?" Guan Yu asked honestly. He was like a newborn babe in the modern world, and even in his own mythical age, there were no serpent men that Guan Yu had ever seen, though they may have existed in his home world. He sighed. "Or are you something unique?"