"Fifteen civilians were sadly killed today in a attack by Dr. Pain." The new anchor stated, looking at some papers. "Dr. Pain was stopped by USAngel, but she wasn't able to stop the bomb he had hidden in the building. This is Pain's third attack this month, making citizens wonder why he hasn't been put out of everyone's misery."
Justin shook his head as he listened to the news, taking another swig of his drink.
"Remember the good old days when we were a hero?" Hastur's voice rang in Justin's head. "Out on the street, beating up the low lives that happened to piss us off. The way their blood tasted. Don't you miss it?"
"Not really." Justin said softly as he put some money on the table before getting up. "We aren't really cut out for being heroes for free. We are more..."
"Heroes for hire?" Hastur asked, causing Justin to nod. "Maybe we should start a group with that na....what was that?"
Justin stopped and looked around, seeing a small orange colored orb. The thing looked towards him, before rushing towards him. Justin, in surprise, took a step back, falling down.
Justin landed on the ground of some, area? He looked around, confused as to why he was no longer at some backwater bar.
"Where are we?" Justin asked, then looked down at the floor, and arrow pointing the way. "Fellow the blue brick road, I guess." He muttered, walking.
He eventually found his way to a large room, with a table show a hologram of a planet. Nearby was a computer, its screen taking up 90% of the wall.
At the table, he found a chair and a hologram, with his and Hastur's profile on it. He raised an eyebrow as he started to read his profile, confused. "How the hell do they know all this information?" He muttered, getting ready to look at some of the other profiles, but heard a sliding door open. He turned, ready for a fight.
Cassie sat at her desk in the underground offices of Sector X, looking over a file for her most recent mission. She frowned a bit as she flipped through the pages and groaned. "I though I left the military to avoid paperwork, but this job is lousy with it." She thought she was mostly muttering to herself, but one of her coworkers laughed and clapped her on the back.
"Cass, you should know this country loves bureaucracy." Cassie looked up at Kyle and groaned.
"I still blame you for bringing me here."
"Guilty. Bar tonight? I'll buy?"
"Sure. I'll see you later." Cassie waved to her friend as he walked off and sighed to herself. She figured a cup of coffee would be a good idea given the amount of paperwork she had. She got up, and made sure to check that she still had her trusty pistol on her person. Nervous habit from the war. As she turned the hall she saw an orb floating there, and before she could say anything, it rushed her and she fell down a hole!
She landed on her feet and looked around, trying to figure out what was going on, before spotting an arrow. She raised her eyebrow a bit, and undid the holster for her gun. She wasn't going to pull it out, yet, not til she was sure she was in danger.
She soon found her way to a room with a large conference table of sorts, huge computer, and a man. She looked at the hologram that seemed to display a picture of her as well as a profile. "What the..." She muttered to herself as she looked at the other man. "Who... what is going on here? Is this your fault? Is this some sort of prank. I swear if this is Brandon's fault I will end him."
Soloman relaxed as he plunged his knife into a can of beans, cutting out the lid and taking right to scooping out heaping servings of cold baked beans. Another run completed, 20 kilos of titanium to Europa. And enough money to finally get a microwave in the ship. He still had some time to kill before the return to Mars. There was a girl here on Europa that he had hookef up with a few times before, maybe he could kill some time with her. Swivilng around, he caught sight of something.
A faint orange glow comming from a back corner of the ship.
"Shit, thats no good" Soloman groaned, picking up his plasma torch to go fix whatever the problem was this time. But it wasnt any engine problems. And before he could react, the source of the light, an orb, came out at him.
Immediately, Soloman found himself in a new location. Soloman found himself in an unfamiliar location. Following the conveniently placed arrow, he found himself in a room with two people, one looking rather ragged, the other looking rather official.
The hologram with his image and all his information caught his eye. He must have been detained by police.
"Hey!" He shouted, looking towards Cassie, the more offical looking one. "You cant just randomly detain people! My ship is registered and my taxes paid"
With little energy, Levi asked, “What time period? I mean, are we going to end up showing up right before or after he leaves? Or several months or years from then?” Sophia said, “The Earth governments may have found out about the ship by now.” “Which is why,” I (Eli, fictional representation of the Worldweaver) said, “we're going to board the ship just after he leaves. It should not cause any more space-time paradoxes or anomalies than we already have.” “Why don't we go back in time and stop him from meeting Throno?” asked Grik'na. I said, “You know why.” Levi answered for me, whispering to Grik'na in a sarcastic manner, “He needs a book to publish.” “How are we going to accomplish this?” Sora Lynn asked, “Do you happen to own a time ship?” “You could just teleport us there,” suggested Grik'na. I shook my head. “No. If AJ comes back to read we teleported to Cam's ship in the past, he would consider that license to pretty much do whatever he wants. He'll kill everyone and probably hack the book to the point no one could read it. May even destroy my laptop.” "Like with a virus or something?" asked my MC, Levi. I shrugged. "Or a hammer." Sora Lynn stated, “You did not answer my question, my dear.” I smirked at the character who was based on the beautiful woman I loved. “It's being taken care of as we speak...”
2 Weeks Later
Levi McLeod woke up and regretted it the second his eyes were greeted by unwelcome light and his new roommate, Christina, standing in the doorway. This one did not understand the concept of personal space. Fortunately, she wasn't bad on the eyes, and aside from a couple issues, they got along fine. Levi's ears picked up something akin to words, but it was the emotions and energy she gave off that informed him she needed a ride to class.
His empathic ability was not like in the movies or TV shows, what little ones existed depicting such complex natures. It was subtle and easily missed or misinterpreted, but fortunately, Levi was a pretty expert Empath, having been using his emotional intuition for his entire 33-year life.
As he literally rolled out of bed and onto the floor (it was just a mattress), he moaned groggily and nodded, covering his eyes with his forearm and waving her away. "I gotchu."
Turning to leave, the artsy blond nerd closed the door behind her, leaving the light on. After a few seconds of normal morning contemplation and self-evaluation, Levi remembered he was just words on a page.
UUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Temper, temper," said a British woman sitting on a stool in the corner of his bedroom suddenly.
Levi was wide awake now. He grabbed the curved pocket knife on the floor beside his cellphone and flipped it open as he sat up and crawled back onto the dirty, twin mattress his mother had once stolen from a hotel room in Alabama. His blurred vision cleared and he saw her wide but thin mouth, haughty gaze, and dark blond hair.
"Who in the world are you?" Levi demanded.
The woman smiled thinly. "Guess."
"An Author's Ambassador," he groaned, his blade falling along with hope. "Just kill me," he whimpered.
"Now, now, that's not how a hero of the multiverse behaves, now is it?"
"Enough," he mumbled, barely looking at her. Then he turned his fiery glare upon her. "Leave me alone! I've only been back, like, two weeks! What in the world do I have to do now? Murder the devil? Overthrow God? Explain corporatism to a socialist?! I'm not a miracle worker!"
The Ambassador crossed her arms over her chest. "You done, mate?"
Levi appeared to melt onto his back as he gave up all care. "What's your name?"
"Correl."
He looked at her, nearly smirking. Correl raised her hand in a warning gesture but it was too late...
"You went there," Correl said, nodding.
"You've heard it before?"
"Many times."
Levi shrugged and stood up, stretching as he stepped off his mattress. "Anyway, what did you meme, 'that's why I'm in prison?' I know this city can feel like a prison sometimes, and the fact that I'm a fictional character..."
Suddenly he found himself waking up bound in a straight-jacket on a small cream colored mattress in the padded white room of an insane asylum. He almost started freaking out, but then calmed himself, realizing it would do no good. The Worldweaver was playing God again.
"Alright," Levi said. "What's the story this time? Rescue the girl? Stop an exploding nuclear submarine? Invade a comic book world?"
Correl walked up behind him. "Um no."
He rocked himself until he was an upright position. "Well what then, Cor?"
Once again, Levi woke up. However, he was not entirely himself, and the only reason he discovered this immediately, was because he suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to burn down a village of innocent children. Oh hell no. Levi leaped out of his overly lavish Warlord-sized bed and stumbled across the oversized bedroom to the garish full-length mirror. The sex appeal he saw in that mirror was nothing short of
But horror set in quick. And so did the manic screams of an Irish warlord who doesn't like to lose control...
How did ye...? Who the...? Get outta me head! Get outta me body! Whoever ye are, ye blimey git! Wait a second... Ye're the moron who got me shot! How do I even remember...?
Levi collapsed to his knees before the mirror, his face quivering with terror and anguish. "No," he murmured. D'ren Connor McDonnell's body toppled over as Levi began to cry, nearing a fetal position, which was fitting since he was naked except for a pair of boxers. Hearing the sobbing and wailing and occasional punching of the floor, two concubines burst into the room, ready to assist their lonesome master.
The elven mistress knelt down to cradle him while the reptilian demoness poured some water and brought it to him. But Levi flung it away and scrambled to his feet, reaching for the nearest weapon, a scimitar hanging on the wall near the mirror.
However, all of this drama did not last long, as an orange orb crashed through the second story window, being assailed by flaming arrows and fireballs and bullets from the guards outside. Levi nodded to the moderately damaged device and walked toward it, not really caring what it did to him, as long as it removed him from his current predicament.
It did, and it didn't.
When he discovered to no longer be in hell, the man was relieved, but he still heard the maniac that was D'ren, and vowed that if he ever actually met his maker, he'd beat the ever-loving snot outta him. Pushing the anger aside, Levi tried to look calm and collected as he wiped his reddened, puffy eyes. They were green now, he knew; no longer brown. The light in this bright room affected him more than it would have his darker eyes. No wonder D'ren kept everything so subdued - he had sensitive eyes. Well, that and he was a sociopathic punk rocker wannabe.
Levi looked down at his near-naked body. It wasn't until now he recalled the scars that marked more than 60% of the warlord's body. There was even one blade scar crossing his face, diagonally from the top of his right brow to the bottom of his lower left jowl. He scratched his five o'clock shadow and sighed, fidgeting nervously as he looked at the strangers in the room.
Summoning rituals were both a blessing and a curse. Being ripped from the void felt pretty terrible. But then you got to explore a new world with new experiences! But something like a holodeck was anything but interesting. That being said, it was extremely rare for machines to even dabble in the occult, let alone try a complex void summoning ritual! Let alone with neon signs leading people somewhere like a gameshow!
Well, gameshows could be fun. So Light, having been summoned, decided to follow the neon signs to their destination. Something interesting was bound to happen, if not, well... There was always that place with the plumber constantly getting high of 'shrooms and stardust.
Out of everything, besides some other show contestants, was a dossier with a little info about Light. Sure it was drastically lacking, but then occult documents tended to skimp on lots of details. Still though, it was interesting someone had multiversal access like this. Or was this a world Light had already visited? It didn't matter right now, there were prizes to win!
Justin looked over as a woman walked into the room. She was speaking to him, but he didn't hear her. He was distracted by the way she looked. She looked, odd. At least, she did to him.
"Are you, real?" Justin asked, walking up to her. "You look like someone had, drawn you." He said, not trying to sound like a jackass, but knew he was. He pulled out a comic book and showed her, hoping that might clear up some of the confusion.
"First I wake up on a ship, then I meet a walking comic girl." He said, then looked up as a man was talking about being detained. "What? Listen, I think we are all being de....wait, what the hell are "taxes"?" He asked, as another person walked in. "Dear lord, you lot just keep appearing, huh?" He asked, looking at the new being in the room. He was ready to speak to her when yet another person came walking in. "Is this a joke or something?" He asked. "Does anyone have any idea what's going on?" He asked, just as the screen came to life, showing only two words.
"Low Power!"
"Well, that can't be good." Justin said. "So, we are on a ship, lord only knows where, losing power. I would suggest, that we go find the power switch, get it started, then we can all be buddy buddy later. Deal?" He asked, already heading towards a door. "I think I passed by a maintenance closet or something on the way here. Maybe it'll have what we need, or a map at least." He stopped at the door, turning to look at everyone.
"Names Justin. Sorry to skip that bit before." He said, before walking into the hall, as the computer screen added another word.
"Excuse me? What do you mean? That's very rude, asking a person if she's real? If anything you're the weird one." Cassie looked a bit insulted at that, and crossed her arms across her chest. She looked around and soon some more people walked in. One looked like he had walked in from the middle of a snow storm, which caused her to arch her eyebrow. "You okay there?"
Then another man who looked similar to the first man, and insisted he wasn't insane. Then... She looked over at their newest arrival. Cassie wasn't sure how to describe the person (?) wearing the trench coat. The man in the snow storm gear started yelling at her and she blinked.
"Woah! I haven't detained anyone! I just was going to the bathroom, and then ended up here! I have work to do and people to help protect, and yet, I'm here on.. I'm guessing this is a space ship? Wait.... Space Ship!?" Cassie looked around in surprise. "Where the hell..."
She was cut off by the screen coming to life and yelling at the five of them. The guy who had introduced himself as Justin went to go find the maintenance closet. "I guess I'll uh... follow?" She looked a bit confused at that and then heard the computer yell at them again, adding the word 'Danger.'
Soloman backed off a bit, perplexed at the developments in his situation.
"If you didn't detain me, then what is going on?" he uttered out, before hearing Justin question taxes.
"Wha...what world do you live in where taxes aren't a thing"
More were piling in, though Solomon payed them little mind as the ship they were on seemed to have a few words to say.
Low Power! Danger!
"Well, that's not good"
Solomon chuckled a bit at Cassie's surprise, "What, you've never been on a ship before? I didn't have you pegged for the earthbound type."
He followed after Justin. "Name's Solomon, I'm a spacer." he said, digging his plasma torch out of his pocket and holding it up for the others to see, "I was actually going to repair my own ship, so I guess we're in luck that this little thing carried over with me to wherever we are, huh?" Solomon took off his face mask and goggles, revealing his face, and perhaps more noticeable, his eyes, which were bright blue, almost looking florescent.
Soloman spoke up one last time, "So, I'm guessing you're all from Earth? Just on account of you're all speaking English"
Rockin' was walking through his hometown, looking around for his next spark of inspiration. As he neared the northern edge of town, he smiled, remembering how Blitz had used one of the Elements of Death to preserve life. "I wonder if he's won Violet over yet," he said to himself before turning around.
A strange orange orb was flying towards him. He didn't know what it was at first but was quick to try to grab it with his magic. When that didn't work, he tried teleporting away. It seemed to be following him. As a last ditch effort, he tried kicking it when it got close enough, but he missed completely.
He stood and shook his head before looking around. "Low power," he said to himself, tilting his head. "Ignoring the fact I'm the only pony in a room full of... whatever you are, I know I'll need a spell book. Does anypony have anything that'll help?"
He turned to actually look at the group his horn glowing a turquoise color, matching his eyes, as his metal wings began moving. "We have to search everywhere if nopony has one on them."
Light wasn't sure if she was the only one on this ship or not. After all, she wasn't really captive. If they summoned her here without any sort of security or anything than they were only aware of how to summon her or it was some sort of benign sorta thing like the gameshow she guessed at. But then if it was a gameshow, where were the other contestants?
She wandered around the ship a bit more until parts of the ship started to power down. It was around this time that she heard some voices from a room over. Excited to meet some people, she made her way to the room's door which due to the low power in the ship, had been locked. She banged on it quite loudly, but no one answered nor did the door open. So she did the funniest thing that came to mind.
Brandishing her fingers like claws, she stuck both of her hands through the door and made a small opening for herself, the sound of metal being both scratched and being ripped apart penetrating the room. Sticking her head through the opening, she gave the group inside a wide smile saying. "Hello other game show contestants!" She was expecting most of the humanoids of various types and shapes, some inky, some in a trenchcoat, some space-y. What she didn't expect was the walking glowing horse unicorn thing.
"Roam with me if you want comic lady, but try to keep up." He said, walking past the door Light was making a show at. He stopped and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "Hastur, any idea what that is?" He asked.
No idea. Definitely alien like me, but that's all I can tell.
"Well, no worse than anything I've dealt with before." He said, walking down the hallway. He looked at Cassie as they walked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"So, any clues on how or why you are here?" He finally asked, trying to find the closet he passed earlier. "I'm going on a limb and guessing that you didn't summon us here, seeing how you have no idea how this ship works." He said, finally seeing the closet. "Unless, of course, you are testing us. If that's the case, not bad." He said trying to open the door.
When it didn't open he let out a sigh, holding his hand out. A large tendril shot out, knocking the door off it hinges. Inside was a switch, with the words "Backup Power" written on it.
"This, is incredibly easy." He said, walking to the switch. "Think it's safe?"
Cassie couldn't believe the assortment of characters that were appearing on this ship, out of nowhere it seemed! There was a talking... very colorful pony, as well as some sort of weird creature. However, at the moment, she was distracted by following Justin towards the powerbox.
"Well, I've dealt with some odd things in my life, like developing weird powers, but this is nothing like what I've dealt with. War, yes, that makes sense, but this... Its like a cartoon." She said as she looked over at him and sighed a bit.
"No clue. I'm just as confused as everyone else. I didn't summon anyone here, and well... if I had, I would have made damn sure that this ship had more power than nothing." She growled a bit at that as she looked over at him. "Trust me, I'm as lost as everyone else. It seems we've all been summoned from well, different places. Not one of us looks similar, and well, ponies don't talk where I'm from." She looked at the box, and gasped as she saw a tendril whip out and looked at the switch.
"Hmm, let me. I think I can move it." She stepped close and examined the switch. It looked light enough, so she focused and the switch hesitantly moved, switching from 'Off' to 'On.' "I just hope that works." She groaned a bit and rubbed her temple. She rarely used that aspect of her gifts, but she did find it useful sometimes.
Keren was running for her life. She apparently forgot the rules of the apocalypse, everything was out to get you. That includes random dogs that some how managed to survive. The mangy thing running after her looked like it had gotten into a fight with a barbed wire fence. If it wasn't missing a leg, she was sure to be doomed. Keren didn't know what ticked off the dog, but it might have something to do with the mild amount of trespassing she was doing. Not that it mattered anymore, most people were too dead to care.
She sprinted away from the dog and ran into a glowing orb. It took her to a smaller room. Still sprinting away from something she didn't realize was no longer a threat, she ran straight into a metal wall. She bounced off of it and landed on her butt, thankful nothing broke while at the same time worrying about the dog.
Keren took a breath while she was on the floor, it taking her a moment to realize she was no longer in the remains of Kansas. She glanced around to find herself next to a broken door laying on the ground. When she looked up she found herself staring at the side of something that looked to come out of a piece of art and a very odd humanoid. She hoped the second one wasn't some crazy mutant.
"Did you bring me here? 'Cause if so thanks for saving my butt from becoming dog chow," Keren said as she stood up, still taking heavy breathes from all that running. Her mask muffled her words, she was pretty sure they were still coherent. She tried her best to play it cool, leaning against the wall as she struggled to catch her breath.
Levi mostly ignored everyone, and when they headed out of the room, he went the other way. Levi found a corner in a small room and collapsed. His side slid down the wall and he dropped the scimitar he had been weakly wielding, which was weird. Shivering slightly as tears began to well in his eyes, he cradled D'ren's biceps and glowered upward.
Can I at least have some clothes? he thought, almost prayed, knowing the Worldweaver would hear him.
But the question was, would he answer?
And then D'ren's consciousness laughed at him. "Get up, ye bloody coward! Me body ain't be seen slouched like a wet nancy, ya blimey poofter!"
"You're not that Irish," Levi whimpered.
"Oi, but still...I'll make yer life miserable if ya don't get up."
"Where is that music coming from?" shouted Levi, his head snapping around frantically. "Damn it, Worldweaver!"
"It's not just him this time," said yet another Ambassador. "Well, the music is, but he doesn't control the other characters..."
If possible, Levi recoiled further into the corner as he suddenly noticed the new woman. "I - I don't know you."
This woman was a light-skinned black girl and very thin. She wore blue jeans and a black and pink hoodie that said "Diva" on the front and back. "My name is Ginger."
"What happened to Cor--? Know what, I don't even care. What's going on? Did another writer hack his book again?"
"No," replied Ginger, crossing her arms, looking very indignant. "He's in a role-play."
Levi grimaced. "And I'm the character. That explains the cartoons out there."
Ginger nodded, moving her hands to her hips as she looked around the small, dimly lit room. "Yeah..."
"This...why...him?" He pointed shakily to D'ren's body. "Why did he put me in this thing?"
"Oi! Not a thing!"
Ginger frowned and sighed as she looked at Levi with sympathy. "He doesn't remember. He's sure he had a reason. But it's been like a week since he last posted..."
"Screw this," Levi groaned as he got up, much to D'ren's relief, and power-walked out of the room.
He made his way to the others as they turned the power on and just stood there, behind them. Still in his boxers. He clenched his fists as he waited to be noticed, a very obvious angry scowl on his face.
With no help from the others, Rockin began searching for a book on magic. "Come on," he said, not finding anything. Eventually, he returned to the main room where he'd seen everyone. But nobody was in here, as far as he knew. He saw another door and began following the corridor, more out of curiosity than anything else, but continued none-the-less.
All work and no play makes ol Deady McPool an angry, antsy, angsty, annoyed, little mercenary! Poor bugger just couldn't catch a break! If it wasn't one of the X-pajamas, It was the Hulk. If it wasn't some pissed off deity it was some pissed off demon... If it wasn't some angry little interdimensional teenager then it was that firey little girl that liked to keep burning him!... Seriously, what's wrong with her? It can 'not' be healthy to keep using someone else as live burning stress relief... especially if that someone is very close to losing their patience finally and just killing her!
Ahhh, But none of that matters now! Why you might ask? Simple...
Ol Deadpool was laid out across his favorite dirty as a rabid dog couch, at his side was his bestest buddy in the whole multi-verse because he's just so adorable and huggable and sickeningly nice that he just can't bring himself to murder the little pink monster, he wasn't even sure if that would work... It was kindof a love-hate relationship really... Oh, right, the last most important detail! The Thing that could make all the annoying interference of the last few 'years' worth it, his favorite new most holy of foods in the whole multiverse!
The Fabled Chimi-Cherry Changa!
He never had gotten to eat one, and it had frustrated him for years that he could never have the time to get back to trying to eat the glorious fusion of the previous holiest food of Chimi-changas, and the cherry-changas that existed in an alternate dimension made of sugar and rainbows!
Naturally, this required his companion to cheer him on "CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP!" in that sickeningly sweet high pitched voice of his, coupled with suitably dramatic tension as he 'slowly' raised the cherry bloated wad of food to his lips!...
"OH COME ON!" only to see a bright orange sphere shooting towards him... he tried to hasten the dramatic progress, but it seemed he was trapped in a slow-motion horror moment now as the thing only sped up towards him... Then zipped over in an instant, slamming right into his face and sucking him up like a noodle, leaving the meal behind to fall to the floor.
Except Berry caught it with his mane somehow, though looking terribly sad as the orange ball dissapeared and left him behind "Awwwww...."... her perked up a bare instant later "Oh well, I'll just save it for later again!" He had just stuffed the snacked into his mane-space and gotten up to leave when a rip in space opened up nearby and Deadpool reached out of it, a similar orange ball in his hand, though it seemed to be just a rubber ball as he surely couldn't control the same force that stole him away.
"Nuh-uh! You're comin 'with' me this time! I need comic relief if I'm gonna put up with this again!" then he touched the ball to the ponies head and... he seemed to be sucked into his mane and into the ball in some strange cartoony fashion with a squeel of "Whhhheeeeeee!!!!" Before dead-pool himself was ripped back into the hole and-
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Deposited under one of the console's in a room full of people who were conveniently not looking in his direction! "OW!... Stupid Interdimensional travel monsters, Always gotta be Jerks!" He of course slowly extricated himself from the painfully inhuman position he'd been packed into, and stood up to get a bearing of his surroundings...
He counted himself lucky to go unnoticed for the moment, as it seems he had appeared here just intime for everyone else to be distracted, with a few leaving even, because this managed to be a new one for him... Different... foundations? of life were present, meaty humans, 'drawn' people... other stuff... And here he was, like a walking comic book, except 3-D of course. Not many things could get Deadpool to take a moment seriously, but inter-universal warping tended to hit him pretty hard... hence why he spent a whole 3 seconds actually figuring out what was going on instead of instantly popping off a snappy one liner.
This was all it took for his companion to catch up, the wierd floating holographic profile of him suddenly moving unnecesarily, the image on the profile coming to life and climbing right out of the hologram, bit of a tight squeeze it seemed as he popped right out and shot off to hit the wall and bounced off with an audible Squeaky toy noise, which he shook off with a sound like a rattle toy "Ooooh, squeezy holes." This one looked like she came straight out of a cartoon, if Three Dimensional as well.
Deadpool also noted that 'another' pony thing was just passing through the room, somehow oblivious of the creature that had ripped through one of the doors to say hello and was still peeking through... "Huh, I thought 'I' was the most oblivious when hunting for more Changa." This however prevented him from noticing when the pink demon had warpped his way into sitting on the merc's shoulders. "I dunno... I certainly don't know anypony who would miss 'that'... except me when I'm following the scent of a party that wasn't planned by 'me'!... Who keeps spell books on a space ship anyway? That's silly, even I don't hide random spell-books in other universes."
He snorted a little, and since nobody else did, wandered over to the strange thing that had ripped through one of the doors, pink monster still perched on his shoulders "Hi there! You look like fun, how's life?"
Well, this was something she wasn't used to. A funny gag, a scary face through a door in an atmosphere that was creepy already, banging, ripping a hole through a solid 4 inch steel door, a creepy smile, and nothing! Not a person reacted! Instead all going off to different places or doing different things! It was as if they had all seen this sort of gag before, or were completely oblivious. Heck, with how little talking and socializing that was going on, Light even wondered if she was in reality, or some simulation thing. Heck, one person evne passed right by her and didn't even bat an eye!
It didn't help matters that some guy in a red suit with a pink pony on his shoulder popped into existence in the middle of the room. But unlike the others, he seemed to actually notice what was going on. At least better than the others. Heck, he even walked up and said Hello to Light, now having more of an akward deadpan look on her face than a grinning smile.
"Oh hi. Lifes fine, if a bit weird. Do a whole... what was it... You know, creepy 'tap tap tap, heres Light!' bit, and no reaction what-so-ever." Light said to Deadpool, looking up at his masked face. She noticed the guy carried tons and tons of weapons, so safe to say he was probably more of a combatant than some of the others here. Bored with her situation, Light decided to pull her head out of the hole she had made, and instead use her wormhole ability to move into the room, popping out of a cartoony black hole on the ground and landing gracefully.
"So, whats your name? I'm Light. Wanna bet they probably wont notice any of us just chatting over here?" Light said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at the other people in the room who were just looking for some reason that they were here. "Starting to think this isn't a TV show with how clueless everyone looks. Be neat if it was though, could go for some catering." She said, looking bored for a second before smiling again.
He seemed to ponder on certain words for a moment as she continued to speak... He actually took an embarassing ammount of time thinking about it while eying up the ripped edges of the door's newest hole, and while he did that certain other words acted as a powerful que to the pink creature on his head!
Berry reached a hoof behind him and into his mane, displaying that cartoonish level of flexibility, before whipping it back out and holding it out to the strange door creature, a platter with several different flavors of cup-cakes arranged on it "Catering I can 'do'! Help yourself! And I'm"His voice shifted suddenly, turning more flat and not as high pitched [/color=magenta]"Bubblini Davinci Berry"[/color] He shook his head a moment and frowned, but quickly burst back into a proper smile "But you can just call me Berry... or Bubble... Or Davinci even! People seem to have a weird fascination with that name, but I never get it... And don't worry, they'll probably notice eventually, then they'll feel silly cause they didn't read thoroughly."
Suddenly 'the red one' released a despondant wail "Awwwww! I missed a 'here's johnny' meme! Those are always funny! Though Normally I end up shooting whoever did it because they surprised me and I tend to end up shooting at surprises..." He rubbed his chin for a moment, going from despondent to thoughtful in a seeming instant, then shrugging it off "Whatever, I'm Deadpool, And 'I' am impressed that I found someone who's never seen me before, I'm practically famous across the Multiverse!" His strangely emotive mask's eyes flattened then "I'm also everyone's favorite punching bag because I can't die, but screw them..."
This was a delightful pair! Instead of being gloom and doom like the others, they were full of life! And one of them even offered food!
"Thankies Bubbles. So, like bubblegum then?" Light said with a toothy grin, grabbing the platter of cupcakes and eating the whole thing, platter and all, in a really cartoony fashion, swallowing in the same fashion. "It'll do as a snack. When we get to an all you can eat Buffet, you should see how much I can eat!" Light said, still grinning.
Deadpool meanwhile looked like he'd appreciate a good gag by the way he was talking. "Oh, I'm used to being shot in the face, don't worry! I can't die either!" She said. Though now that Deadpool mentioned it, he did look familiar, at least a little bit. Light had to think a little bit before coming up with a response. "Oh... Deadpool! Right... I've been to a... what was it... Avengers? Universe before. Don't remember your name though. I've been all around the multiverse!" Light said with a laugh. "The stories I could tell. Like this one place where they ate 'shrooms and weeds to grow really big, or snorted stardust to become invincible. It was fun!"
Laying against the wall, Light lazily looked at the others before looking at Deadpool and Bubbles. "So... got any good stories? Or we could just chat about whatever. I'm just here for the ride."
Just as Rockin' was about to leave the room, he heard voices. New voices. He paid them no mind until he heard one of them, sounding higher-pitched and energetic, say "anypony" He froze for a second before turning back around to see the new pony. He clopped over with a smile to the earth pony. "Glad to see I'm not the only pony here after all," he said, extending his hoof. "I'm Rockin' Strings." He glanced at the other creature in red, who was conversing with someone else, "I'm guessing he's your friend?" he asked, nodding towards the strange one.
