Interactions: @teapartybs

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The masked woman in question seemed a bit confused by Saibh's response. Her expression softened from that smirk, and she lowered herself to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the railing, right above the trashcan at the other end. She swung them back and forth as she leaned forward and rested her arms against the railing as well - with one dangling over the side akin to her legs.



"Sooo... you just woke up here? In the alley?" she seemed a bit concerned as she blinked, "That's... not good, no."

The woman pursed her lips and thought for a moment.

"Can you remember the last thing you were doing before you woke up?"

"Boston slums, eh?" The journalist replied, sympathy in his tone. "I'm from Florida myself, born and raised. It's a nice place, but I moved around a lot, from Florida to Arkansas, and I know there's greater places out there. For instance, Metropolis is shaping up to be a lot of fun."

Jed looked around, seeing the citizens pass the building, and took a deep breath. This really was a city of Golden opportunity, and he loved it for that. The atmosphere is kind and welcoming, enough to make even he offer his services to someone in need. Whether or not any offers were from the kindness of his heart or all part of a sinister plan was impossible to tell, something he could take advantage of. Maybe he needed a few friends, someone to call in case he needed an alibi or a ride. Maybe even an extra hand.

"Well," He said, holding out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Jed Olsen, journalist and soon-to-be reporter for the Daily Planet. I have an apartment just a couple blocks down, and it looks like you need to wash up, so how about we head down there. I don't have anywhere else to be."
Jed's attention was turned to a newcomer on the scene, an enthusiastic at that. From the words he spoke, this person seemed to be new in town, much like Ellie. Lots of tourists today...

"No worries," He replied with a smile. "Are you new here too?"

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Happy
Status - Healthy
Interactions/Mentions - @thatguyinastore, @TheElenaFisher

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"Why, you were? Well, that's splendid timing! After all, great minds think alike!" Hameln's smile returned, as did her raised tone of voice before she noticed Marco's outstretched hand. Within seconds, Hameln grasped onto it firmly - though not a powerful hold, it was secure enough for a greeting handshake - and that's alright. "Luna, and... Marco? I sure hope I heard your names correctly..." She said aloud to herself as if she was verifying the information before introducing herself, which she would do next. "Hameln, at your service! Pleased to meet you both!" Shortly removing her grip from Marco's hand, Hameln turned to Luna and back - though she didn't know much, she made a nod of acknowledgement as to what Luna did, recognising that she had indeed calmed Marco down a considerable amount. Such an instinct on a stranger towards another is dangerous - foolish even, and it seems to have paid off. Depending on the 'target' for this however, it could have gone so much worse. "But, again... not even I know where this is. I've never seen anything outside of my lair - my home - so this is honestly throwing me for a loop!"

Location - The Daily Planet
Mood - Confused
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions/Mentions - @Cloaked @Starmaker

Ellie nodded slowly as Jed explained where he was from, pretending to know exactly what he was talking about. Sure, she knew what Florida was - but where she was from, there wasn't much difference between it and any other state. They'd all been destroyed and rundown for years. There really... wasn't much to go back to. Certainly nothing to tell each place apart - aside from certain destroyed landmarks. But... she didn't wanna worry this guy too much, so she decided to just nod along all the while.

"Yeah..." Ellie finally responded. "It's just... not really something I'm used to, I guess." She shrugged and adjusted the straps of her backpack. "Ellie." the girl introduced curtly. Short and simple - just how she liked it. Hopefully he wouldn't press further past that. The guy had offered for her to head back with him... which was... weird? He was just being nice, she was sure. But she'd only just met him. She could only assume that it was out of pity for how shitty she looked - which ironically just made Ellie want to decline it all the more. She was more than capable of taking care of herself.

Mere moments after her own, shorter greeting, they'd been intercepted by some newcomer. A pretty excited looking teen. He looked like he was her age, maybe? Probably a bit older. Honestly, exact age wasn't really something that Ellie was good at guessing. Hell, she wasn't really the best at guessing in general. Especially not when it came to the educated variety. He seemed pretty excitable... and nervous. It kinda reminded her of Sam.

Aaaannnd now she was gonna get bummed out. Shit.

"It's fine," Ellie responded to the other teen, holding up a hand. She seemed a lot more relaxed around him than Jed - mostly because, well, she was. Probably because, unlike Jed, this was someone she could relate to. She wasn't as openly anxious about her insecurities, but she understood having them. She hated intruding on shit she didn't belong in. Unless like... the people she was intruding on were assholes. Then it was fine to interrupt them. But still! This guy seemed nice, and definitely not like he'd meant to interrupt or anything.

"I'm Ellie," she stepped forward and offered him a hand to shake - another thing she hadn't offered Jed. Not any intentional rudeness on her part, or anything. She was just... more trusting of dudes closer to her age. Not very trusting or anything... but, well, in her experience, it was always the nice looking grown men who turned out to be the worst. The younger teens that were around her age were a lot less good at hiding their shitty intentions. It made it all the more obvious when they were planning shit - and all the less daunting to talk to them when they clearly weren't.

Terrence Greene, local thug

Location: Gotham City, near Wayne Tower

Mood: Psyched for a payday.

Health: Fit as a fiddle.

Interacting With: Queen, ?

Meanwhile, as the dataworld monarch was commenting on the appearance of the Wayne Corporation’s headquarters, a man was preparing for action. He dropped his Glock-18’a magazine and slid it back in again. He patted the spare magazines in his juryrigged protective gear. Finally, he slipped on the homemade ballistic mask to both protect his face and conceal it from any cameras.

His name was Terrence Greene, and he was going to get paid.

Recently, both Metropolis and Gotham were on fire with news. Granted, Gotham was usually on fire, but this time it was only metaphorical. New beings, creatures, forces just popping out of nowhere from all walks of life. Terrence was never a regular Einstein, but he could read the writing on the wall. A bunch of people with full pockets stranded far from home from all income classes? Of course one was gonna have a fat enough wallet for Terrence to start investing rather than just subsisting. And lookie here, there was a Xenomorph looking lady with what he swore was an anime noble woman’s laugh. She seemed important, and she seemed LOADED. He might be able to move out just from her pocket change alone, but if Terrence manages to even hold her hostage? Well, Terrence would have to break new ground on that but it would be INCREDIBLY worth it. Now there was only one step: take action.

Terrence stepped out of an alleyway nearby the building and made no qualms about immediately pointing his Glock at Queen’s head. “Look, you wanna make me take the wallet off of your corpse or are you just gonna do the right thing and hand it the fuck over? Because I’m gonna smoke you like a Cuban if your next move isn’t to hand me your wallet. I’ll even let you keep your I.D. so you can catch a ride home. But if you don’t? They’re gonna need more than a driver’s liscense to figure out what the FUCK your face was supposed to look like.

Yeah. Now that was badass.

@Yamperzzz @Lazaro1505

"Not good at all." The emotion consumer reiterated, nodding in agreement,

The last thing she was doing, huh… yeah, not exactly a pleasant memory. But, the woman did ask, and it’d be rude to lie, wouldn’t it?

"I was serving a customer. They asked me to take away their love for somebody, and… it made me upset, but I did so anyway. I remember Maris checking in on me, I was crying, then my neck and head began to hurt, and everything went black… then I’m just here." Saibh explained, looking downwards. Her brows were furrowed in a rather gloomy manner, the only indication that she was a bit blue about the situation still.

Jed looked at the newcomer with a smile. Multiverse hero, eh? Not the weirdest thing he's ever heard, but definitely up there.

"Well, I just offered my services to her," Jed explained, motioning to Ellie. "But you're free to come with, if a 'hero of the multiverse' needs a place to stay, who am I to decline?"

Typically, Jed would never invite anyone to his home. He had a habit of keeping... potential evidence laying around. Guests didn't react well to a wall covered in photos... but here in Metropolis, he hadn't even had the time to start a collection. His apartment was spotless at the moment. Sure, a box sitting in the closest contained his costume and weapon, but he has ways of making sure that stays behind a closed door, literally and figuratively.

Interactions: @cadesmith

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"Servicing a customer, huh?" the masked figure asked as she continued to allow her legs to dangle from her seated position. That alone didn't really seem to be any cause for concern - but the other things mentioned did. The... weirdly specific yet also pretty vague thing about taking away love aside, the whole "neck pain" thing didn't exactly sound too welcoming. But... unfortunately, it was all too normal for Gotham City.

"Prooobably should'a mentioned the neck pain first," she mused while beginning to stand up. She climbed up on the railing with surprisingly good balance, before sort of just... stepping off and falling onto the dumpster. She landed into a crouch without much fan fair, before promptly climbing off and approaching Saibh. "Here," she said, standing behind her. "Lemme see your neck."

@cadesmith

Location - The Daily Planet
Mood - Confused and Slightly Relieved
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions/Mentions - @Cloaked @Starmaker

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Okay, now that made Ellie raise a brow.

"Multiverse Hero...?" Ellie couldn't help but repeat the phrase out loud. She snickered, then, at the mere thought, before crossing her arms, "Pff... what are ya, some kinda comic book dude or something?" Not gonna lie, that did sound cool, though. She also couldn't help but agree with Sage about how shiny this place was. It was pretty much what drew her to the building in particular, after all. Like Sage, it reminded her a lot of a comic book. This whole city did, really.

She nodded, then, when Jed offered to let him come with. The idea of someone more her age coming with her put her mind at ease. Especially since he was a supposed "Multiverse Hero". Not that she didn't think she could handle herself, should this dude get hostile and/or weird. But... still. The backup was always nice.

"Yes. I help Maris around the cafe - and I rid others of an emotion of their choice, should they ask." Saibh explained, looking up to Harper. As the Bluebird mused, all the monster said in return was: "I'm sorry." Once the Row came down and asked to see her neck, the flower eater nodded, glancing to Harper for a moment. Saibh then moved her lilac locks out of the way, as to give the other a better view.

Location: Gotham Alleyways

Interactions: @cadesmith as Saibh and @Thatguyinastore as mysterious person

A voice — groveling of ominous breathe; echoing through the hallow wind. What was once a peaceful setting had suddenly grown vile from a mysterious presence. Fog started to shroud the alleyways as sounds of approaching footsteps started to *crackle*, akin to that of a lumbering beast. Slowly but surely from the cowering darkness, revealing it’s form to the nearby suspects.

‘Horrendous’ was one word to describe it’s disjointed figure, and that was just being nice. What seemed like an abnormally tall “human(?)” at first turned out to be something more “bizarre”, to say the least. The lanky figure was sporting light-blue scrubs stained with blood (exposing it’s withered build) with white gloves and elongated fingers wider than most humans would ever have. If closely inspected, a stitched patch across it’s chest could be briefly spotted. Complimenting these odd features were a few other questionable accessories, such as the stethoscope around it’s neck, a red syringe dangling from the waist, and sneakers.

..sneakers.

What horrendous act had created such an abomination..?

Despite it’s morbid look, the stranger seemed.. rather polite. Instead of mindlessly attacking, it just questioned where it’s whereabouts are — almost like it was confused rather than hostile. Of course, that didn’t disregard it’s dubious wariness. But still, better than nothing, right..?

Location: “Gotham city… my home. As for specifics, I believe I was near none other than ‘Wayne Tower’ itself… was it a good idea to be robbin someone near the very place which is owned by an orphan who lost their parents to a robber now?”

Mood: “I just need some quick cash, and then I’ll be fine to continue on. Although, not happy someone else is going after the same target.”

Health: “Been keeping up with my exercises, so things aren’t as bad physically wise. Maybe I could use a bit more sleep tonight after this robbery”

Interacting With: “Some xenomorph looking woman and another thief going after my target…”

Another day… another time to be alive right now. Well, he wished he wasn’t alive in this kind of state, but hey, anything to make a living out here in the city with the highest crime rate in the whole world, at least, for him. Not like he could afford leaving the entire place… and he much rather live underneath something that is a roof than out in the alleyways and in the trash, certainly far better to have been known as someone infamous (or not as infamous) like a bandit than a total nobody at all. The beginning of the day went fine, woke up in the same old ‘one star’ apartment building he has been living in for years now, having been interrupted in his sleep a couple of times due to his neighbor and their ‘buddy’ testing the bed springs again for the 2nd time in the week. It’s like they didn’t have anything better to do.

Anyway, there he was, preparing for yet another day of the same routine, eat the cereal that was affordable with a budget such as his, recount the money hidden somewhere (location shall not be mentioned, you thieves!) just in case someone tried stealing from it and reset all his progress back to zero, and cleaning his ‘equipment’ for ‘work’ today. What kind of work? Well, it’s a rather common way for others to get by in this city if they weren’t as fortunate enough to have a good childhood or school life.

And that was none other than robbery. Preparing the gas mask and grabbing his custom rifle and sheathed bayonet, putting both within the backpack, he decided to bring his ukulele as well. If he couldn’t find some good targets today, he could just provide entertainment to some streetfolk for small coin. Although, he need to make sure he is ready in the chance someone tries to pull the ole switcharoo on him. And now, returning to the present. Here he was, walking down the streets in his classic hoodie and jeans, is looks already seeming suspicious enough to look like someone who would rob you, especially down here in Gotham City. But some folk know best, and rather turn blind eye to such things. He couldn’t blame them, out here, much better being alive than dead.

It didn’t seem like he found any good targets so far, at least, not until he got closer to the Wayne Tower, what could be considered, well, for him, the center of all greed in the city. That’s where the billionaire Bruce Wayne lives, pretty famous man. Going out to parties, drinking pina co latas and all this fancy shit, while people like him are suffering out here in the streets, scraping by with barely enough to survive. But out here, it’s survival of the fittest, and Wayne was just given the ‘top dog’ position ever since his birth. Lucky bastard. Anyway, before he lost track, he found a potential target.

Some strange lookin woman, looked like her brain was shaped to be a banana or something. Weird, and the clothes and attitude surely didn’t fit as well. But, a target is a target, and it looks like no one is around to help them. So, quickly going through his bag, equipping his gas mask, grabbing his rifle and attaching the bayonet to the weapon, he was just about to start the good ole fashioned robbery, when he found another man, doing exactly that. Not surprising to see two people going after the same person, or maybe it was? He was clearly surprised by this.

But he wouldn’t let this stop him… he needed to survive after all. One missed chance could spell disaster if he couldn’t find more targets to steal from. So, he needed to take this risk. Approaching the two, the man aimed his rifle forward, mostly at the other man with the weapon considering he is the most apparent threat so far. He then said out loud “I’m sorry, I believe what he is trying to say, is that your ‘property’ belongs to me, and that he should leave at this very moment if he savors his own life. Beat it chump, I’m here to claim my prize, and I’m not letting some two-bit junkie attempting to threaten someone while failing miserably at the same time get this payout. Now, move along… or do I have to show you the proper way of threatening someone? as he kept his rifle trained upon the other man. Now, as much as it seemed like he would just go ahead and fire, he wanted to play the intimidation game. After all, being in the receiving end of the gun either ends in two ways, either A, this man clearly wasn’t expecting someone opposing him, and would run away. Or B, this man is either too high or too stupid to know the risks, and attempt to start a fight. We’ll, if it does come down to that, he’ll make sure he remains the last one standing in this…

@SomeMekBoy @Yamperzzz

Interactions: @cadesmith

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"Nnnnoope..." the heroine eventually shook her head and pursed her lips after getting a good look at her neck. "There don't seem to be any marks..." she squinted a bit behind the mask. "Or like, anything outta the ordinary, really-"

Before she could finish her statement, a new figure approached. It was someone from the other end of the alleyway. A tall, almost downright creepy looking figure, who swayed and staggered with every small movement it made. That protective vigilante instinct seemed to kick in at that moment, as the woman stepped in front of Saibh and held out her arm. "Stay behind me." her voice had turned pretty serious pretty fast - which like, made sense, given the context.

She turned, then, and got a good look at Faust.

"Yo, Bagface!" she called out. Her hand that wasn't pushing back the innocent woman seemed to trail down her side, until it found her hip. It wrapped around what seemed to be some kind of... stick? It was pretty normal looking, at first, until she gave it a good flick. Suddenly, its opposing end sparked to life with shimmering electricity.

"You'd better back the hell up right now, otherwise you're gonna feel about four-hundred volts to the groin!"

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Lowering her hand, she nodded. “No, though I’m surprised no one else in this park noticed someone crying on the ground.” From his answer, it seemed he wasn’t sure where they are.either. They’d have to talk to the locals then but then the girl that approached them, the one she had seen watching both her and Marco, made herself known.

Talking to the locals would have to wait then, though there has to be a chance that she knew where they were. ...or that would have been the case but from her answer, it seemed talking to the locals was the only way they could find out where they were. For now, introductions seemed to be in order though the girl seemed very nervous.

“It’s quite alright. It seems we will need to talk to the locals if we want to figure out where we are.” In response to her asking if she got their names correctly, she nodded. “That’s right. My full name is Lunafreya but you can call me Luna if it makes it easier for you to say. It’s nice to meet you as well, Hameln.” Hameln’s comment about having never seen anything outside of her lair got the Oracle’s interest. “You have a lair, then?”

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Happy
Status - Healthy
Interactions/Mentions - @thatguyinastore, @TheElenaFisher

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"Marco... Luna... got it!" Hameln nodded after Luna's confirmation, and swiftly paused when Luna asked about her lair. "Oh, of course! You're probably more used to the term 'home' - but have one, I do! Granted, it's far under the ground, but... a home's a home!" With an upbeat tone of voice, Hameln remained smiling as she spoke, though it seemed she was a little wary of speaking 'too' much. Yet, she continued, because she could, and that energy was not going to use itself. "But I digress! A lair truly fitting for the mighty Demon Lord!" Although this was clearly a self-proclaimed title, Hameln seemed quite confident in it - and herself - but didn't seem to consider that it would potentially give off the wrong idea to her two new friends here. If they would even call themselves her friends at all when they literally just met.

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Nervous and Wary
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @TheElenaFisher @Boltbeam

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"Hame-Hameln?" Marco blinked and took a moment to repeat the name. That... sure was an odd one, he supposed. But it wasn't really too out there, given all the names of the people he'd met on his adventures with Star. Once he pulled the hand back, Marco seemed just as confused by what she said next. A... lair? Was she like... a villain, or something? She was awfully helpful for one, in that case.

Oh, yup, and then she said Demon Lord. That normally would have been a red flag for Marco, but... Tom was a demon, and he was chill. And this lady had been pretty helpful so far, so...

"L-lead the way..." Marco gestured forward with his arm.