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"Uhhhnnnnnnnnooooooowhyyyyy."

That quiet whine was brought to you by Robbie Baldwin. Whining was a perfectly natural reaction to what he'd just been through and he'd have argued the point if there was anyone there to argue with him.

Not that he could see if there was anyone else there, because his vision was blacked out and he was only just starting to get it back. It felt like his nose was bleeding, too.

Whatever had happened, it had been bad. One second Robbie had been bouncing through the hall in Mt. Wundagore, heading to the kitchen to have dinner with the other New Warriors and Jake Waffles -- the next, he'd felt like he'd slammed into a wall at 500 miles per hour. Then he'd felt squeeeezed like something had tried to cram him into a two-dimensional space even though he had three dimensions. His kinetic field was still crackling with pent up energy from...whatever had happened.

The last time he'd felt like this, like he'd been slammed into something and had his kinetic field fried had been --

"AAAUGH!" Robbie shot upright, screaming.

It had been when he woke up after Stamford. For a moment, he had a mini heart attack, until he realized that he wasn't sitting in the twisted, exploded remains of Mt. Wundagore. As far as he could tell, with his dim vision, it was some kind of bleak landscape that looked like an alien planet.

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isahellofadrug

The last thing Robbie wanted to deal with right now was this nonsense. The world had gone kerboom and then...un-kerboomed and everything was a mess. The new world they were facing had strange faces no one had seen before and a lot of broken things to deal with in the aftermath.

Now was not the time for him to be stuck doing some stupid interdimensional adventure.

Yet here he was in an alley in a town that looked all old-timey, like something out of Lord of the Rings.

Oh well. He guessed he just had to deal with it and get it over with as best as he could. Once this little adventure was over, he could work on getting home.

"'Undo the injustice at the heart of Omelas,' care to vague that up a bit, Timebroker?" Robbie muttered to himself.

He'd been told by the Timebroker that he wasn't doing this alone, that someone from his world would be doing it with him. When he heard that he figured on Vance or one of his teammates, or someone like Spider-Man or the Thing (since they sure got around).

So when he looked around to see who'd vorped here with him he definitely wasn't expecting --

"...Rina?"

Oh no. No no no. After Stamford, someone he'd once had a little crush on was the last person he wanted to be stuck with. It was his fault she'd been chased by mobs and it was public knowledge now that Robbie Baldwin and the freak in the gimp suit known as Penance were one and the same.

His face turned a bright shade of red as he stood there facing her in the alley and the way he shrank away from her was filled with shame. He cast his gaze to the ground, as if he felt he didn't even have the right to look her in the eyes.

isahellofadrug

To say that he hadn't expected his day to get interrupted by a interdimensional kidnapping was a bit of an understatement, but it didn't exactly surprise Robbie that much, not with the life he'd led. That this Timebroker guy wanted him of all people on some kind of team? Also not that surprising after he thought about it. This whole thing sounded like something you'd want to toss expendable people at, and it wasn't exactly like many people back home would miss him.

But who he saw after he appeared in the alley of the world he had to save -- from a conflict like the one he'd been responsible for, no less -- that? That surprised him.

Because back home he was dead.

"Buckethead?" He wasn't wearing the costume Robbie had seen him in last, so was this even his Rich? Was it Rich from the past? He didn't look as old -- or as haggard. "Is that really you?"

The Speedball that stood before Rich likely looked different from Rich's Speedball. For one, aside from the costume change, he was taller and far more built than the toothpick Rich knew back home. The transformation always added some height and mass from the kinetic energy dimension and now Robbie was tall enough and muscular enough in his usual form that he looked even more the classic idea of a superhero when transformed.

His face was also different. This wasn't a Speedball who was nearly always laughing and you could tell by looking at his face. He looked like someone that never smiled and his eyes were far sadder.

better_ted_than_dead

"Status, Unknown. Status, Unknown. Status, 'Believed deceased but who the hell can really tell, these days?' .. No, that won't fit in the field."

Blue Beetle leans back from the console, sliding his fingers under the mask to rub at his eyes. He glances at his coffee mug - empty now - and then looks back to the screen with a sigh.

"We'll stick with 'Presumed dead' and lose the sarcasm, I suppose."

The metahuman census project had been started as an informal, low-priority effort to figure out which heroes and villains were active and which were still missing, in an attempt to determine what resources were available for the good guys, and what threats they might run into. Unfortunately, a complete rearrangement of space and time is a difficult thing to sift through - Ted himself had shown back up in Europe, and according to most of the other people he'd talked to, he was supposed to have been dead.

Circumstances, then, did not bode well for the completion of the project, but it was something that kept drawing Ted back in, due to some sense of .. sympathy? Nostalgia? Foolish hope, beyond reason?

Well, that, and seeing how the other half lived before the big shake-up.

"Wait, they actually had a guy who was a living cartoon character?"

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matchmadeinhell

Another night, another weirdo criminal causing trouble in Gotham. Right now Condiment King was trying to hold up the Gotham branch of the First National Bank. His condiment guns had definitely been upgraded since Tim last saw him. Now, he could manage a very acidic mustard, vinegar, ketchup, relish, and nutella.

The last one was the one that posed the most risk, given how many people had nut allergies. Which meant of course that he had to be taken down before he plastered someone with it that was allergic.

Kon was a long way from Smallville. In the past, he would've just jumped in and probably wrecked the street or something, but he'd long since learned not to just barrel into a situation until he knew what was going on.

That meant, just for a moment, as Condiment King tried to fight his way away from the bank, that he got to watch Tim work. Which was impressive, as usual.

Still, right now, he didn't know whether to help or just laugh his butt off. To start with, he settled with watching, just to make sure the condiment thing was really the only ace up this guy's sleeve.

You have got to be kidding me...

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thebeautyoftarth

One moment Brienne was looking into the waterlogged face of a long-dead lady - long dead, truthfully, yet somehow horribly animated and accusing her of treason. Madness, perhaps, Lady Stoneheart could have accused Brienne of, and Brienne would have believed her. How else did one come to see a dead and drowned woman walking, leading men, but through madness?

And then she heard the screams of children, coming at her as if from very far away, yet fast drawing closer. Brienne did not know what a train was, to compare it to the way the sound suddenly filled her ears, but the sound impacted her as such. She blinked her eyes and the day around her was night, Lady Catelyn's dead body walking was gone, and the screaming children were nearby.

So was a shape in the dark, red eyes glowing even without light to reflect off them - a monstrous huge bear, a creature that was to a bear as a direwolf was to a wolf of common stock. Around it, rubbish and shredded green metal that Brienne did not recognized as a dumpster torn to pieces made the ground treacherous.

The beast lifted its snout from the rubbish without noticing her, and lumbered towards the screaming children. They ran, and that only made the beast pursue, faster by far than children could run.

She did what was only natural for an armed, armored woman to do - she drew her sword and bolted between the bear and the children.

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toserveandprotect

She had some big decisions to make; it could change her whole life. She knew Jason cared for her but the things he’d done, what he’d been willing to do… she couldn’t condone that. Even if it felt good to have that kind of contact in her life, he wasn’t the guy for her. Hell guys weren’t the guy for her.
She had to come to terms with the feelings that had been growing since she started to get close to Goliath. They were friends, but there was so much more to it than that. Especially now, she trusted him with her life maybe it was time she trusted him with her heart as well.

She shoved her hands deep into her pockets as she walked. Long shadows of skyscrapers grew ever longer on the street. The heat of summer still radiating off the pavement made her long for the cool of night. The sun was setting soon and she could talk to the gargoyle then, and they would have a lot to talk about.

She was walking, just walking with her gaze on her shoes and a ghost of a smile on her lips. She’d kissed him this morning, spent the day thinking and wondering what the future might hold for such an unconventional pairing. She was walking and suddenly the air felt different, the heat haze was gone. The sounds and presence of acrid car exhaust was missing from the clean crisp air.

“Whoa.” Elisa jerked her head up and around, no skyline, and no traffic noise. It looked like a quaint small town with all the white picket fences and open sky. “I thought all this world traveling business was done.” She grumbled and looked down the street for some indication of where she was. A newspaper stand was as good as any. She peered through the window at a paper.

“Burgess, Pennsylvania? Where the heck is that?”

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big_blue_boyscout

A moment ago, Clark had been flying over Hob's Bay, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of Metropolis. Now, not so much.

Instead the Metropolis skyline was gone, and in it's place was a town full of people going about their lives. It was familiar in the way that most small towns were for someone who grew up in Smallville, but he didn't recognize it, and while it was helpful the 'Welcome To Burgess' sign didn't ring any bells either.

It probably says a lot about him and his life that he isn't too disoriented by all this. After all it wouldn't be his first teleport, sudden or otherwise. Not that it necessarily made the situation any better. Knowing what happened doesn't mean that he knows how or why, and given past experiences it could be anything from a teleporter malfunction to the Crime Syndicate.

A quick scan of the electromagnetic spectrum rules that one out, though. There's nothing but the usual low-level background noise, none of the telltale spikes that come with all the teleport technology he's encountered. That left him with magic, which began to make a little more sense when he took another look around him.

Everywhere he goes, people look up at the sky to see him fly by or call out to him. It's just a fact of life with the costume. So how come nobody here was even looking at him. That creeping feeling that it was going to be those days gets justified pretty darn quick when someone actually walks through him like he wasn't even there. Doubly so when he tries to call the Watchtower and all he gets is static.

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acroodawakening

The worst part of having your memories consistently messed with was that anytime there was any sort of inconsistency, you knew that someone was trying to hurt you or make you miserable, trying to knock the ground right out from under your feet.

Guy remembered being in a strange world where people couldn't see him and remembered getting pulled back home after. He also remembered Panem and getting pulled from his world into it. But he also remembered that in Panem he hadn't remembered being in this place where he couldn't be seen, to this strange workshop full of bright lights and machines.

Now he could remember being in this world again and being in this strange workshop and remember that he hadn't remembered and -

The confusion had layers.

And after dying by being set on fire in the arena, after being informed by Penny of the horrors that were waiting for him back in the Capitol, Guy pretty much lost it. Having his mind messed with yet again? Was the last straw. The last, very confusing straw. Especially since he didn't know if this was in his head or if it was an illusion or if it was the arena or -

He still had the spear and knife from the arena and he waved them in wild gestures.

"What is it now?" he cried out, to the Gamemakers, to Penny, to whoever was behind this. "A dream within a dream? A dream in the arena? An arena in a dream? An arena in an arena in another arena? We're reaching territory here where it's almost a nesting doll of horribleness."

He knew what nesting dolls were. Some stores sold ones that had Tributes' faces on them.

He screamed, his voice shrill, "Can't you just pick something miserable and stick with it? I don't think that's too much to ask for, everything being consistently terrible."

His voice was shaking. Every part of him was shaking. He want to rip his way out of his own skin, wanted to scream until he couldn't speak anymore.

Everyone had their breaking point, where they just...lost touch with things. Where their brain just wandered off. Apparently spending a whole arena dreading the punishment that was waiting for him after, dying after getting set on fire and fighting zombies, and being in a situation where his memories were confusing and jumbled together so that he couldn't even tell where he was or where he'd been, had caused Guy to reach his.

His long, agonizing time in Panem had finally taken its toll and he had finally broken.

The screaming in the workshop was pretty noticeable but as soon as he was noticed, Guy made for the door and made a break for it outside, not really thinking about what he was doing as he wandered out into the ice and snow, where he was running to, or whether or not it was a rational choice. (It wasn't.)

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laceandcarnage

In a small, frozen town in Canada inundated with ice and snow, Istas was growling.

Normally this would cause people to freeze, or step back, or perhaps even consider running very far away. Because while Istas appeared to be a plump young woman of the First Nations of Canada dressed in elaborate Gothic Lolita style, people could usually sense that for all her unthreatening apparel, she was a predator and they should react accordingly. Usually. Not one human seemed to even be aware of her insistent growl, which demanded that she be immediately returned to New York. Istas did not know how she came to be here, but she did not like it and she would immediately disembowel whoever was responsible for this. As soon as she identified who that person was.

She could only conclude that they must be one of the many humans who were irritatingly ignoring her presence.

"You will return me!" She demanded, her speech growing distorted as her canines enlarged, growing sharp and deadly. The fingernails which gripped her dark green parasol with pretty white ruffles elongated into sharp claws. But she did not transform further. Not yet. To transform she would have to discard her lovely black bustle jacket, and she had not yet found her enemy. She would find the enemy first. Then, she would transform into her beastly form. "You will return me now, or I will tear out your intestines and decorate my handbag with them!"

Curse her enemy, for refusing to appear in front of her so that she might tear them limb from limb...

[[OOC: For reference, Istas's outfit]]

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ruffntumblenut

Camp Kiesel was proud to play host to boy scouts, girl scouts and cub scouts from all across the state of Utah every summer. Even prouder of how many years they'd gone without a significant accident or injury. Sure there were always the little bumps and scrapes and cuts that came with being out in the wilderness teaching useful skills to kids. But nothing news worthy.

That could however change tonight.

Trembling with fear a pale young boy with thick rimmed glasses sat in the middle of a drifting canoe as it floated aimlessly across the placid lake. The bullies who had forced him into the canoe were laughing and jeering from the shore while the young victim was forced to confront the murky depths of the lake he had been too scared to swim in that afternoon.

Wrapping his arms around his knees he whimpered and clamped his eyes shut. His throat felt closed tight and he doubted that anyone in the cabins would hear him even if he screamed.

Not that he would allow himself to suffer such humiliation. Drowning would be better then that wouldn't it?

If only he were fearless. If only he could laugh at the things that hurt and scared him. Be a big brave viking! A might hero like...

"Where am I?"

The boy opened his eyes sharply hearing an all too familiar voice. Staring down at him in confusion was none other then Ruffnut Thorston, one half of the terrible twins from his favorite TV show and movie.

She squinted her eyes at him in confusion adding "And who are you?"

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Ruffnut had never been the smartest of Vikings, and honestly she liked it better that way. Let the big brains like Hiccup or the experienced leaders like Stoick lead the tribe. She'd be content to tipping over Yaks and blowing things up.

Still she wasn't sure even Hiccup could puzzle his head around this strange situation.

"So you just...let them throw you in this leaky boat without any oars?" She exclaimed in confusion and exasperation.

"W-well...they're bigger then me. " The boy whimpered confused as to why he'd gotten the girl twin instead of the boy. He wasn't about to let her know that though. Instead he was looking up at her with desperate eyes pleading for her help.

"Yeah well you're stuck now." She smirked in a cruel sort of way that broke his heart. "I gotta get back to Berk. If I'm gone for too long my brother puts all my stuff outside and tries to claim my half of the room."

"Y-you're not...you're not going to help me?!"

"What? You want me to throw you into the lake?" She grinned wickedly and stood up in the boat violating at least three rules of safe boat time fun at camp. No life jacket, no adult AND she was standing up in the boat making it rock and sway.

"S-stop it!!" The boy begged and cursed his unfortunately luck to have idolized a viking who apparently was almost as much of a bully as his bullies.

Meanwhile underneath the rocking boat, stirred by the child's fear...something loomed out of the depths of the lake. Something with long spindly limbs reaching for the surface.

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heirtrigger

Up in Jersey, there had been a new influx of rumors about the Jersey Devil - which would register as odd to some, given that Dipper, Mabel, and some others had dealt with him some time back.

These also differed from previous accounts - this time the devil was a woman, sometimes she didn't have wings, she dressed like a person, and carried a gun and hunted like a man. The bulk of the reports came from hunters who found themselves being stolen from. They describe the gunshots being as loud as thunder, and a woman flickering in and out of vision coming to carry their quarry away after killing it out from under the hunters.

Cryptid hunters that seem to find a trail also reported bright flashes of light or color, followed by horrible, monstrous sounds, as well as a noticeable scent of sulfur in the air.

It's all very strange to both the locals and their so-called devil. She's not sure where she is, and the way the humans she's encountered with act is strange, even for someone used to getting negative reactions. She tries to hide out, but stealth was never her strong suit.

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gonnadiehistoric

Now that Nux was a bit more adjusted to his new surrounds and a bit calmer, he'd taken to exploring a bit. There was quite a bit to explore, given how many levels there were to this place, and each one of them had amazing things to see. There was a whole level of paper. Just paper spewing out of the mouth of a massive carving of a wooden man, maybe some kind of soldier? And inside the paper was more paper, and on that paper there was writing. He'd picked up and read one of the papers and it seemed to be some kind of message scrawled in what might have been a child's handwriting, naming things that might have been the toys being made on the other floors.

On each floor they made all different toys. He hadn't even dreamed there were that many different kinds of toys that could be made and the sight of them reminded him of something he'd long since forgotten. His Mamma and Dadda had made him a toy when he was very young, a little doll of scrap metal and wire. He'd forgotten it but for some reason this place made it easier for him to remember some of the things he'd long forgotten.

He was fairly sure his parents had been kind to him. Yes. Yes, "beautiful boy," his mother had called him. But then his father had gone away and his mother had gone still, and the rest was...

The rest was a very long time of not having had that sort of kindness. Oh, he'd had his place with the War boys, certainly. They had their strange camaraderie, but it was one filled with head butts and punches and challenges and aggression. And they were not truly important to each other because they were only important if they died for him.

Not like Capable's gentleness. Not like his mother's soft words or his father's soft promises of a better life.

( How had he forgotten it? )

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morethanmyth

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goddamnbatsman

It's a little known fact, but just outside of Santa's workshop, there exists an ice rink. Regulation NHL sized, it's set up for hockey games in addition to ice skating. It isn't used often these days, but today, at least, one person was making good use of it.

Casey Jones, goalie mask firmly over his face as usual, was skating around the ice, slapping puck after puck into the net with remarkable accuracy. Those who came upon him would hear the rhythmic slapping noises of stick hitting puck long before they actually saw him.

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( I live, I die, I live again )

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wherenoonegoes

True to his word, Hiccup (And Toothless) did eventually check out the television, after the Viking had taken the dragon out for a long, tiring flight. One of the Yetis showed him the Pole's Netflix account. He idly flipped through the various shows, trying to find something that would catch his attention.

I still say we should've watched that thing about catching tuna. Toothless bespoke, feeling a bit peckish, as always. The dragon was shrunk down, curled up on the couch next to his partner.

"We'll watch. it later. Forgive me if I don't have the same interest in fish that you do. Here's something," Hiccup said as he gave the TV a closer look.

"Bill Nye...the Science Guy. Sounds worth a look."

He selected it, watched a a brief intro skit, flashing images set to weird music, and then a man in a blue labcoat and bowtie began to bring him sweet, glorious understanding. It was packaged in a way that those who'd never run into the concepts being presented could understand what was being discussed, like preteens, or in this specific case a Viking from the 11th Century.

Hiccup was hooked.

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matchmadeinhell

They had to try their best to do this thing incognito. After all, the plan was get in, get the shard, get out, and while several of them were total unknowns in this world, three of them ran the risk of being recognized by some of the resident superheroes and supervillains since they were from a similar dimension and had equivalents here.

Nightwing, not so much since he usually wore a mask, but Cassie and Kon didn't wear masks as part of their costumes, and Kon especially wore a very familiar face. He was younger than Kal but still approaching adulthood now and that meant his cloney resemblance to the current de facto ruler of the world was pretty uncanny now.

That was why Kon was in disguise. He was wearing his usual jeans, black long-sleeved shirt, black boots, and black gloves. But he had a dumpy, shapeless, brown jacket over top of it all, a blue baseball cap, and a pair of dorky, large-framed glasses. Fortunately, spring was only just starting in this world and hadn't quite chased away the chill of winter so they could all bundle up with clothes that made them look innocuous.

The magical door had appeared in an alley, against a nondescript wall. As soon as they were all through and had closed it behind then, Kon peered around a corner to see if he could recognize where they were by the city's night-time skyline.

"Looks like Gotham." A pause. "It's hardly recognizable, though. I've never seen Gotham this clean."

He squinted instinctually, trying to peer around some more with his X-ray vision and found it working in full when he usually struggled with it back in the Guardians' universe. He held up his hand and poured on the teke, creating a field around it.

"My powers seem to be stronger here for some reason. The ones that are limited in the Guardians' universe are back, like my teke. You guys feeling the same? Most of us are superheroes or equivalents in our worlds. Being in a superhero universe might be amping up our powers or something. Maybe making the belief stronger."

It all ran on narratives, right? Stories? This was a story superheroes were supposed to be in.

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matchmadeinhell

For all the amiable home-cooked fried chicken dinners Kon had in him, he had a whole world of issues he was working through right now. But that was okay. He was dealing with them. Rather than talking to someone about his problems (because who was there that was qualified? Harley Quinn? Ha!) he just spent a lot of time thinking about them. Working through them on his own.

The training room was a good place to vent. Lots of enchanted robots to beat down while he mulled things over in his head, a way to work out his aggression - which he had lots of when he thought about this stuff and the people that'd hurt him.

Of course, that meant the joint always looked fairly trashed whenever he was done, until the enchanted cleaning robots swept through and fixed it up good as new. They tended to Mary Poppins the place a bit.

He usually worked himself to (relative) exhaustion when he was like this, pushing the myth healing to its limit.

And that meant that afterward he usually laid down on the matted floor, breathing almost meditatively, as he worked things out in his head. The calm was nice. It was a growing thing, almost alive, something that was starting to lay down roots to create a more pervasive sense of peace in his life.

His superhearing meant that he heard the man at the door before he even opened it. The second it was open, he said, "I'm almost done with the room. Just some post-fight chilling."

He peeked over.

"Oh hey, you're new."

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goddamnwingman

Even after months in New York, Dick still found himself in places that weren't necessarily well known to him yet.

However, going from the middle of a large number of Manhattan high rises to...what could only be described as a suburban residential area was a new one on him.

Luckily, he'd been low enough to the ground that the inability to grapple on to another building didn't do more than make him groan as he hit the ground in a tumble to take away some of the momentum. He flipped back to his feet, blinking at the area around him from behind his mask before reaching for an escrima stick as he tapped his communicator. "Nightwing to Oracle. Or Batman. Or Robin."

Static in return. "Oh, that's just great."

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isahellofadrug - It'll Only Get Better From Here
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thebeautyoftarth - [Longest Night] The wealth of Tarth was not measured in sapphires
toserveandprotect - Arrival in small town America
big_blue_boyscout - A Strange New World ...
acroodawakening - Light at the end of the tunnel [closed]
laceandcarnage - [LN] A Waheela Arrives [Closed to Alex, Azula]
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