Condition: Healthy
Status: Confused
Inventory: Mysterious Watch
Interactions: Ralsei @Cloaked,
Lilith/Shantae @Second2Last
Mentions: Sephiroth@TheRealMonaMona, Ultron @ClownTown, Negan @Thatguyinastore, Cloud @ratKing

---

Granted, he didn't need to thanks to being a Conduit. Electricity alone was what had powered him for the past couple days, which served him perfectly fine when he was ridding Empire City of the last of the other freaks. Reapers, Trash Men, the First Sons- they all needed to go. So when he finally cleared the last district of their influence, Cole thought his work was finally done.

But then that was when the feeling in the back of his neck began without warning. He didn't really mind it at first, since he figured it was one of the minor injuries he'd sustained during a firefight, but before long the pain rapidly intensified. He'd tried to drain a couple power sources, see if juicing himself up would heal whatever was going on, but it didn't help either. Before long, his motor functions shut down. Once he couldn't even feel his arms, he knew he was screwed.

Thankfully, he was already on top of one of Empire City's skyscrapers, so if this was some kind of targeted attack, he wasn't immediately vulnerable, but he had nobody to call on, nobody to ask for help. So he chose to lie low, try to weather whatever this pain was. But the loss of feeling spread all over his body. Eventually, he could barely think through the pains, and the buzzing in his ear was the last warning sign he remembered before collapsing on top of the skyscraper.

Is that smell... Rose and vanilla? People still have that in Empire City? Cole's eyes opened up at the pungent scent, before he saw what was going on. What he had found himself in. The first thing he focused on was the glass cage, and the platform above. Someone wanted to specifically throw him- and the cast of people that was in there with him- in this place. Was it because they were meant to be some kind of zoo exhibit?

As the voices around him slowly stopped sounding like a garbled mess, and he could actually pick out dialogue, he gleaned two important bits of information off of a couple ongoing conversations: First, the metal robot- who sounded really pissed at the moment- claimed that they were in one "Metropolis", in a "LexCorp" building named after "Lex Luthor", before rambling about being captured and firing a laser at the glass... which promptly reflected into some arrogant guy with a spiked bat, who wasn't afraid to express his displeasure despite the clear power difference on first glance. Second, a pink-horned, glasses-wearing... goat, thing had claimed a woman had told everyone to wait for Luthor, though he had no idea who that was. The lack of knowledge seemed to be a common theme, actually- almost everyone was expressing confusion as to what had happened to get into this cage. And to be honest, he was one of them- the robot and the goat weren't the only strange-looking people. Sentient, talking animals, people looking psychotic enough to fit right in with the Reapers, guys in actual superhero suits- it was like it was some crazy dressing convention, except everyone was real. It was pretty surreal to see, but considering Conduits were apparently a thing Cole never knew about… he wasn’t chalking this up to some crazy dream just yet.

“If you didn’t hear that rambling robot, Lex Luthor apparently owns this LexCorp building in Metropolis.” Cole made himself known to Ralsei, Lilith and Shantae simultaneously as his eyes continued scanning the crowd. One of the notable people- Cloud- had caught his eye, but the guy was walking off already. Whether Cole was intrigued was because of the giant sword the other guy wasn’t buckling under, the way he’d been talking earlier, or something else, MacGrath wasn’t sure. But for now, he marked Cloud down as someone to potentially talk to. Maybe gain an ally in this mess. The same went for… maybe Ralsei, even though he was an animal? The guy talked like he had a team before ending up here, after all.

“I hope those words mean anything to any of you, because I have no idea where the hell Metropolis is. Either way, the name’s Cole MacGrath.” As he uttered his name, a thought quickly occurred to him: Would anyone recognize him? He knew the government had been lying to the public about what happened to Empire City, so it was very possible nobody would know who the hell he was. Perhaps that was for the best, though.

--Sougo Tokiwa--
Interaction: @Thatguyinastore@Yamperzzz@ClownTown@cadesmith@anyone near fret's group

Sougo...Probably shouldn't have mentioned him, huh? It kinda sounds like Mr. Pirate and Luthor knew each other. Vaguely, sure, but knew each other nonetheless. Although the sentiment wasn't shared by the pirate, who wanted to strangle Luthor.

Yeesh.

After gesturing wrapping his hands around Luthor's would be neck on the air, he then answered Sougo's pretty much basic query...Until he was suddenly hit by an incoming projectile of a man!

"WAAAGH!" Sougo yelped as he hit, causing him to fall onto the ground, with the Delinquent from before ontop of him--Somehow, he's been tossed by...Something! Sougo didn't get a good look. In fact, Sougo didn't even touch the Zi-O II watch to check for incoming threats. He really thought he was safe, was he?

"A-are you...Alright...?" Sougo groaned, asking the Delinquent if he wasn't harmed.

---

Was it me or were there far more people popping out of the woodworks? But I did not spare a glance at the new faces, instead focusing on checking my weapons and equipment to steady my mind. I didn’t care beyond the odd curiosity and the tension already growing between some of the people. Motor-mouth had gotten after some rat-person-thing clad in a cloak for his bat yet like the new faces, I didn’t concern myself with it. Unless it involved me directly, people could beat each other up. Their problem, their issues. Not mine.

“Stranger, who are you anyways?”

I cracked open my super shotgun to inspect for any changes or damage to it. The question I heard wasn’t directed at me, or so I thought. After a few seconds of silence, I glanced up to see a man with dark skin giving me a stare. My head tilted to the side as my mind began drifting back to the shotgun. However, a monotone, though polite voice, spoke through my external speakers.

“Greetings. The one you are speaking to is referred to as ‘Doomguy’ and I am the assistant A.I. named Vega. Doomguy seems incapable of speech which leaves me to respond.”

I cracked a grin when Vega claimed I was basically mute. Nah, it was more like I preferred to stay silent most of the time. Eons of fighting in Hell left my vocal cords in disuse so it strained my muscles to actually speak. So I would leave the talking to Vega and returned my focus back towards inspecting my shotgun.

"Heh! Alright, killer. Hope you still have stamina after this."

I quirked an eyebrow upon hearing the blonde man. Huh, I thought he walked off after the misunderstanding. But I nonetheless placed my shotgun onto my back. The magnetic lags clasped onto the weapons with an audible click as I cracked my knuckles. Cheery dooting of a trumpet began playing through my external speaking. But it brought a tear to my eye despite its upbeat tone. After all, the song was composed by a friendly Revenant who only wanted to play music, but was torn apart by some Baron. So, I'll win this one for you, the Revenant whose musical talent was wasted on petty conquest. Thus. I began shuffling about with my hips gripped on my hips as I moved ensync with the beat of the music.



[Ignore the non-Doomguy armor, couldn't find a good gif.]

@darkred @Chung