Crazy_Dragon

Atlas Park...

The Outsider watched Mirel shoot off toward the blimp, having called dibs on it without even so much as discussing a single jot of tactics.

"You know," she sighed, "That woman is either very brave, very nuts or just very stupid."

Derek, meanwhile, held his position. Rather than simply rush into the oncoming machine horde, the wandered opted to prepare beforehand by once again drawing power from the universe and channelling it into his sword, not that they seemed to be proving too much of a challenge for the Ildela that had joined them. But underestimation can get even the most skilled of warriors killed, of that Derek was certain. Fortune favoured the bold, but it preferred to spit on the reckless.

Derek accepted the bottle again with increased reluctance. Several seconds were wasted staring down the container's open neck at its contents before the wanderer finally took the risk of just a little sip.

The satisfied smirk on his face after taking a little time to savour that small drop answered everything, but he said it anyway.

"A marked improvement, to say the least."

Suddenly I feel that even thinking of touching my (admittedly) half-done templates would now be an exercise in "why bother?".

Reverted to Mr. Pointless on my main account. Not checked my other one, but the fates will likely take an epic leak on me this week, won't they? :\

Founders' Falls, Safehouse:

The Outsider simply raised a brow at the clump of severed security cameras that Mirel dumped onto the table as she claimed her beer and passed Derek's over to him.

"From what I managed to read about this world before the crab attack," The Outsider explained in answer to Ethan's queries on power without technology, "People here seem to be able to call on unique powers for a variety of reasons including, but not limited to, mutations that have developed before or upon birth, post-birth bodily alteration - self-inflicted or otherwise - not being completely human in the first place or, as unbelievable as you may or may not think, magic."

Before she continued, she then took a quick swig of her beer. Derek followed suit shortly after, but not before looking around the bottle in an effort to try and ascertain what it was exactly.

"Ugh," the wanderer complained, his face mildly distorting in disapproval of his beer. "How can -anyone- enjoy this swill?"

"By not being spoiled on your poison of choice, dear." the Outsider retorted as she rolled her eyes one more time. "Anyway, where was I? That's right. That doesn't mean every being in the world has these... superpowers, though. The majority of humanity have thus far remained somewhat mundane, powerless, whatever you want to call it, but it's still seemingly difficult to walk down the street without seeing some spandex nearby without a sportswear shop in sight."

At the safehouse...

Derek was next to pass through the teleporter, stumbling out into the corridor with the Outsider following suit right behind him and passing the wanderer by as he briefly admired the decor.

"Hmm." the young woman pondered as she read the sign that requested all new arrivals to use the scanner. "Derek, when you're done gawking at whatever it is you're gawking at, could you come over here a sec?"

A mildly insulted Derek responded with little more than a raised brow, but complied with his companion's wishes anyway.

"What's the matter now?" the adventurer enquired on his approach.

"Take your glove off and stick your hand on this." she answered. "Err, use your left hand. I know you hate being caught with your knickers down after all."

Her comment was met with a rather distasteful look, though Derek knew she was right in the context she was rather unclearly referring to. He never liked removing the ring that granted him his minor magical abilities because there was every possibility of being ambushed at the most inconvenient of moments. So, rather than place his right hand on the scanner, he listened to the Outsider's advice, slipped the glove from his left and placed it flat upon the scanner's active surface.

A few seconds later he stepped through the door, slipping the glove back on as quickly as he could while the Outsider added her contribution to whatever database the scanner was connected to. Both scans would reveal the duo to be completely mundane human beings of that she was certain. What was uncertain though were the specifics. Derek was technically an alien to this world, despite his DNA bearing similarities to that of any number of Nordic individuals, and the Outsider's amnesia left a big gaping blank where all knowledge of her family should have been. Of course, her DNA could easily identify her as being of Anglo-Indian origins.

After the scan was finished the amnesiac picked up the pace to catch up with Derek, who had already returned to admiring the place with the awe of an archaeologist entering a forgotten temple.

"Cozy looking pad, isn't it?" she asked.

"Truly." the wanderer answered. "Though I can't say I approve of this... music, if you can call it that. I mean, I've stumbled across some pretty awful bards in the past, but..."

"Well, try not to drunkenly uppercut any through a nearby window this time, alright?" the Outsider interrupted.

The Outsider sighed and frustratedly shoved the smartphone back into her jacket pocket. This was getting beyond silly now, she thought to herself, the idea of being stuck on a strange world where fate seemed hellbent on urinating on her bonfire and having to co-operate with the most heavy-handed band of misfits ever to grace her presence and being relatively powerless to be of any help whatsoever was beginning to get on her nerves.

Seeing that there wasn't much left for her to do here, she pushed herself back to her feet and turned to join Derek, who didn't seem all too approving of burying Doyle 'as a hero' one bit.

"This world confuses me," the wanderer whispered to his companion. "It makes no sense at all. A true hero doesn't get himself killed by his own incompetence."

"Not now, Derek." the Outsider hissed back. "Time and a place, and this sure as bloody hell isn't it, alright? Now let me deal with these guys, okay?"

Derek frowned, watching the young woman storm over to the FBSA agents.

"Alright then," she sighed, brushing her wind-blasted shadow-black hair away from her face, smiling politely as she approached. "Derek and I would like to take you up on that offer."

Speaking of disappearances, what happened to Dante and Paradigm Shift? o_O'

Well, that ended on a rather anti-climactic note.

And that bit in Liar Liar where Jim Carrey suddenly belts out "HERE SHE COMES TO WRECK THE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!" now springs to mind.

I'm curious as to which universe your religious dude came from. o_O