Location: West Germany
Date: October 2014

Soap, Price, and Roach move through the destroyed buildings of West Germany as the battle rages around them. Suddenly, the floor gives out and they fall through into the basement. "Everyone alright?" Soap says, picking himself off the floor. Suddenly, the floor gives again, and the 3 fall into a portal.

Location: London, England
Date: November 2011

A portal appears 5 feet above the busy London street, and the three fall out as onlookers look on in amazement. "ow, where are we?" Roach asks, as the 3 pick themselves up. "I think we're in London." Price says, as the 3 realize they've grabbed a lot of attention.

Cara awoke at the crack of dawn, that was when it faded. Her alarms were high and she was fully awake. She grabbed her Agiel and climbed out of her bed, stark naked. There was naught but murder in her icy blue eyes.
She threw her bedroom door open, expecting to see the People's Palace in an uproar about the missing Lord Rahl. But the People's Palace wasn't there. It was an empty building. She turned and looked in her room, which was still the same- exactly- as she left it when she went to sleep, even her breaking chamber.
Magic. Cara decided firmly. It was her answer to most things that she could not explain. Magic was the responsibility of the Lord Rahl. Her responsibility was keeping him safe. She failed. Anguish suddenly struck her. She failed.
Cara shut her bedroom door, thankful that she had some remembrance of home, and donned her red leather. It was skin-tight, showing every curve of hers not as feminine, but deadly. There would be blood today.
She opened her bedroom door again, and shut it behind her. There were muffled voices coming from outside. Cara, Agiel in hand, immediately headed toward them. She would have her answers.
They were in the kitchen, though Cara didn't recognize it as such. There was a man, a woman and another man dressed in the most ridiculous outfit Cara had ever seen- though that mattered little right now. When the woman saw her, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
"John." She laid a hand on the man's arm. "It's Cara!"
Immediately, Cara closed the distance between herself and the woman and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her away from the two men. The woman was laughing with disbelief. It aggravated Cara, so she pressed her Agiel on the woman's arm.
Her laughter turned into the most pain-filled scream that Cara had ever heard- and Cara heard a lot of screams. The man- John- began walking towards her but Cara threateningly held her Agiel up to him.
"How do you know me?" Cara demanded of the woman. "Where is the Lord Rahl?"
"You're..." The woman was catching her breath. Cara had the feeling these people were very familiar with her, though she did not know them.
"Listen," John said, holding his arms out. "We know you must be absolutely devastated that you can't find your Lord Rahl, but maybe we can help." Cara examined him with her eyes, then after a moment, let the woman go. He seemed genuine.

Buizel surfaced, gasping for air. The day was fine. Everything going well. He was just trying to get a little meal. He had no trainer, and lived a free life. He liked it that way. However, part of him felt weird. Something wasn't right......he felt.....He looked up......what he saw made his head spin.......everything was happening so fast.

Suddenly, he found himself on concrete. A human living area. How did he get here? And why did it look so different than any other human settlement area? This place was dirty, the air smelled horrid, and the air was cold. There was snow on the ground. Where was he? Where was his home? How did he get here?! He heard something coming......a human. What to do? He acted in instinct and dove into a nearby bush......he would shortly regret it. The bush was covered in thorns...

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So I found myself in the sun, oh yeah
A hell of a place to end a run, oh yeah...

"California, I'm fine, somebody check my brain! California's all right, somebody check my brain!" You can't stop me from having a little fun with my music. ESPECIALLY since I walk or bus everywhere. Right there I was walking to the bus stop from my parent's house. After living with my family for 21 years, I had finally found a job I could at least step outside the house and live with a friend for a few...hopefully....years. I don't know how long me and Brandon will be rooming together for, but for now, I think it's going fairly well.

Seems like only yesterday he brought up the idea of one day rooming. I never thought it would be a reality. And damn......for a couple people with different thoughts on certain things, we do hold each other.....hopefully....in rather high respect. We tolerate each other's likes and dislikes. I love my music, he loves his games. We both got a job to pay for our food and rent, and hopefully we can both keep those jobs. I doubt Brandon likes my music as much as I do, but I digress. He's grown to realize even if he doesn't like it, it's not going away. I think we both have those kind of things for each other.

Never the less, I was walking to our apartment, jamming Alice in Chains. And suddenly, as the song was changing, I heard a ruffle. Normally I don't stop for these kind of things, but I am a jumpy guy. If something or someone's watching me, I wanna give the message, "I can see you." I don't know why anyone would jump me in front of the community church, but life coud toss some strange things your way sometimes.

I saw the source. In one of the church bushes was....

No fucking way.

There was just No. Fucking. Way.

Having a hard time in the bushes there, was my favorite little pokémon of all time...Buizel. No fucking way.

It saw me. We locked eyes, and he egan to struggle more. I would ask God questions later. If the guy was in pain, I would help out. I approached. "You know, little guy, jumping into those kinds of bushes, is the last thing you wanna do." Sure back in his world, they did it all the time, but here they had branches and stuff in the way.......

The Buizel struggled more and more, and when I knelt down, he actually tried to bite me. I put my hands up in a calm manner, "Hey.....I'm trying to help..." I've been a fan of pokémon since it was introduced in America. The fact that the orange sea weasel was right there, made me almost pee myself. I know how to talk to them. Youjust use your heart. You need to. Or you won't get anywhere. But once it looked at me again, and understood, I began my second approach. This time he let me work.

"Got yourself in a jam, didn't you."
"Bui..."
Oh my GAWD he said it... The first sound it made made my heart leap from my chest. I moved a few branches aside, avoiding the small, but still very annoying thorns, and let the little guy come out. He was cut up pretty bad, and bleeding. Well now what?

He didn't run away as I half expected him to. Instead, he stood there looking at me. Part of me was......very giddy about that fact. So I looked at him back. "Uhhh......" What do you say to a pokémon? They aren't real! But here was my favorite one, looking at me! So now what?! "Where'd you come from?"

The little guy, looked around. He was confused.....

"Got a place to stay?" Perhaps I asked that too soon. I half expected him to run off. But again he didn't. I wanted to get out soon though. My feet were cold from the snow. And we had another storm coming........Travis had been joking about it being Brandon's first Colorado snow storm. But.....

Damn. Brandon. What would he say about this. "Travis, you need help..." He could already hear him.

"Look...." I said. "If you got no where to go, why don't you come with me? My home isn't too far away, I can clean you up, and perhaps help treat a few of those cuts. What do you say?"

There was silence for about 30 seconds.

"I then said, we're getting a snow storm tonight, and it's going to get cold, little guy....."

Buizel looked to the mountains at the dark clouds already covering them, then nodded, with a small smile. I returned the smile and said, "Glad to hear it. My name is Travis. I'll treat you up as best as I can, and then, if you wanna take your chance out in the wilderness, I'll take you somewhere..." I really didn't know what else to say. I opened up my backpack and gave him a look. "Unfortunately...you're gonna have to ride in here...my world is not accustomed to your species......there's no telling what they might do if they saw you."

He gave me a strange but understanding look. He climbed in, I zipped up the backpack, leaving a small but unnoticeable hole for him to breathe easier And lifted him up. "Damn......you're heavy than the games make you look..." I grunted to myself. I then picked up my phone and dialed Brandon up.

"Brandon, pick up your fucking phone..."

Colorado

I heard the ringtone that I had come to know these past few weeks as my roommate’s. Didn’t make me any less irritated that he was calling now. I considered rolling over and going back to sleep, but fuck, it could be important. I sat up and grabbed the phone off the bedside table and looked at it for a moment. Yep; Travis. I flicked the ‘accept call’ button and put the phone to my ear, “Yeup. What time is it?” I knew I could just as easily look at the clock and find out for myself, but making Travis tell me would remind him of the reason I was sleeping at the moment. I snatched my glasses off the bedside table and shoved them onto the bridge of my nose, before taking up my father’s bayonet and the whet stone accompanying it and running the two together, casting the occasional spark. This and short, curt responses were a sure sign of irritation on my part, and Travis knew that. The only thing missing was the drumming of my fingers, but my hands were currently occupied with the blade and stone, “If you’re calling to tell me about my ‘first Colorado snow storm,’ I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told you before, mate. I grew up in North Dakota and Germany. You’ve got nothing on the snow up there, even with your mountain air.” This was a recurring debate between the two of us. It wasn’t anything important, but it was just one of those things. I sheathed the blade after a few slides of the whet stone and set it back on the bedside table, standing up and stretching. I took a look at my unoccupied hand and regarded the shaking. It wasn’t as bad as I was used to; maybe leaving home, leaving all the stress behind…maybe it had been for the best. I didn’t know, and at the moment I didn’t really give two shits as I clasped my hand and let it drop to my side.

I got my shit together for the day. Work always brought a mood to me, and it sure wasn’t a super special fun time mood, but without it, I’d be heading straight back into the deathtrap that was my family. Not something I needed. I got myself a black long sleeve shirt with some grey jeans. Meh, it’d do. Now to get breakfast while the shower warmed up. A bowl of Kix to start the day, along with whole milk. As I waited for Travis to reveal the nature of his call, I looked at the clock. Part of me wondered exactly what my family was doing back home, but I dismissed the thought. Who cares? I took a bite of the cereal and scoffed, “Your bus isn’t buried in the snow again, is it? I’m telling you it’d be easier if you just let me drive.”

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The Coast of Florida

Eleanor took a few steps out of the water, her eyes scanning the beach. So…this was the surface? It was a beautiful place. She smiled a little, though she was very aware of the people on the beach staring at her, despite the fact that she expected it. She turned, slowly, to look back over her shoulder. Something didn’t feel…right. Not only because she had never been to the surface before, but because there was something…odd about the air around her. Her eyes scanned the water. There was no floating escape pod, as there should have been. Panic began to ball in her chest. Had the pod been damaged in the blast? Maybe it had sunk? No, she’d have been able to feel the other Little Sisters if that were the case…they were just gone. She couldn’t sense them at all. She put her hand to her lips and thought. This didn’t make any sense. Where was she? According to her shared memories, she should have come up near a place called Iceland or Greenland. If this was Iceland, she was Andrew Ryan. There was no ice here at all! And there wasn’t much green either, for that matter. She took a few steps up the beach, away from the water that lapped at her boots, “Excuse me, sir?”

The man she had addressed was wearing a white shirt, red shorts, and had a funny little visor on his head and a whistle on his neck, but it was the lettering on his chest that caught her attention. ‘Lifeguard’. He looked at her oddly, but said nothing, “Yes ma’am.”

“Can you tell me exactly where I am? I seem to be a bit lost. You see, I’m not from around here.” She said, following the man’s gaze to the Adam Harvester on her wrist. She shifted a little and put it behind her back, though the long needle-like weapon peeked around her other side.

“You’re in Palm Bay.” The man replied, casting a glance over his shoulder, though what he could be looking for, Eleanor had no idea.

“Palm Bay? Is that part of Iceland or Greenland?” She asked, confused.

Now the man looked at her as if she were crazy, “That’s part of the United States of America, miss. Perhaps we should get you to the police station. Have you hit your head recently? Are you having trouble remembering anything?” He reached out and took her exposed hand by the wrist.

Eleanor gave him a perplexed look, “I am having trouble remembering how I came to be at this spot, but other than that, not at all. Are your police forces not for criminals? I have done nothing wrong.”

The man gave her what he hoped was a comforting smile, “They’ll help us track down your parents, ma’am.”

Eleanor pointed towards the ocean, “There’s no need. My mother killed my father with explosives …” she said sadly, before looking at him again, “She drowned in our escape pod; it was damaged in the explosion. I survived because I was wearing my suit. Have you seen any of my Little Sisters around? They were with us.”

The lifeguard was now looking her with disbelief and horror, “Your mother killed your father? With explosives? When? You had your little sisters with you? How many?”

Eleanor sighed sadly, “This happened only moments ago, though I have a feeling that it’s far away.”

The lifeguard pulled on her wrist, “Come on! Now we really need to get you to a police station! You have to tell someone what happened!” He began to pull her up the beach towards some cars. They didn’t have cars in Rapture, but she recognized them from her shared memories.

“I have done nothing wrong! And there is nothing your police can do for either my mother or my father.” She said, before teleporting a short distance away.

The man’s face once again looked startled, though this time he was fearful, “W-what the hell!?”

Sensing that things were going from bad to worse, Eleanor turned and ran, her long strides and speed carrying her a couple blocks in a matter of minutes. Where the hell was she? She sighed as she leaned against the wall of a building, thinking, “This is going to be harder than I thought…” She hated being alone.

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“Woah…stop spinning the world, man…” Alice muttered, picking herself up off the alley floor and brushed her suit jacket off. There was a vomit stain or two on the sleeves, but it’d clean out. And if it didn’t, she’d buy a new one. Where the hell was she? And how the hell had she gotten there, “I suppose this isn’t that bad, compared to waking up in that pile of dead…eh, nevermind.” Okay. What had happened last night? She’d gone out with Shaundi. So okay, she probably ended up stoned off her ass. In that case, she supposed she was probably lucky that she didn’t end up naked and in the back of someone’s van. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and punched Shaundi’s number under the contacts list. It rang twice and picked up, “Shaundi, where the fuck ar-”

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. Please hang up and try again.”

“The fuck?” Alice asked, sure she was hearing things. Okay, Pierce then.

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. Please hang up and try again.”

What about Kinzie? “We’re sorry-“

“Okay, seriously, what the fuck?” She asked, stuffing the phone into her pocket; alright, nothing to get too messed up over. She was carrying last night at least. Making sure the gun was secured tightly in its holster, she got up and strolled out of the alleyway. Alright, this wasn’t Steelport, and it sure as hell wasn’t Stillwater. So where the fuck was she? She pulled out her phone once more and looked at the GPS.

“This application is not in service. Please try again later, or contact your issuer.”

With an angry yell, she chucked the phone down the street, “You know what, fuck it.” She muttered, running out into the street. A car horn blared, but she only smirked. She leaped into the air as the car drew close and smashed through the windshield, kicking the poor traveler out of their seat and laughing, “You can have it back when I’m done!” Though she wasn’t sure if the driver heard her over their face being ground into hamburger by the street, “Now to figure out where the fuck I am.”

He picked up. He was probably sleeping.....again. I had been wanting to get Brandon on a regular sleep schedule since starting the whole roommate thing, but sometimes you cant kill each habit instantly.....or at all. Fact of life. Take it or leave it. Drive on. " Your clock off? I got 4:37...I actually haven't even gotten to the bus stop yet." Travis said resuming walking. I'm just passed that church....that one with the giant plastic bible in front of it, know what I'm talking about?"

I could hear the bayonet on the other side. Wonderful. Brandon was just waking up. I know he doesn't like waking up but whatever again. I could care less right there. I was more focusing on the new species......well kinda new species, currently residing in my backpack, and I could hear it grunting in annoyance. Bumpy ride.

"And no, I'm not calling about the snow, I'm not about to wake you up over that." Good old Brandon. We are good pals, but even pals can irritate each other. God, do I love life...

I stopped in front of Luna's which was a Mexican restaurant. I had to choose my words carefully if I at all wanted to sound sane to my roommate. Like hell.....that was not going to happen. "Uhh listen....if you wouldn't mind...." I watched as the 51 passed on down Sheridan. The bus I needed to take. No way to catch it now unless I had teleportation or super-speed. Had I been near the Walgreens a little further, I woulda had a chance, but not at Luna's. "Ahh, fuck me, I'm gonna be here another half hour or so."

I knew Brandon didn't mind driving, but I couldn't afford gas money (he didn't know if Brandon wanted it or not, and didn't bother asking yet), and I wasn't about to go wake Brandon up for a trip to my parents. Part of me still thought my mother wasn't comfortable with me living with the guy, but that was my mom for him. She treated him nice, but deep inside, I know there something in her that wants to at least talk to me about the whole online buddy thing that was what got us to even know each other in the first place. Plus, I wasn't even sure if what I went for at my parents, was even at my parents or in a box. I was looking for my painting brushes, and had found them.......but still......I don't want Brandon thinking he's my driver for the world now......

"Anyway listen........as I said this is going to sound weird, but......can you fill the tub with hot water soon? Like before I get to the room?"

I rolled my eyes there. I was just delaying the statement, "Guess what I found!" And once I asked that......I could already hear an even more unamused, or angered Brandon on the other end...

“A bath, mate? If you woke me up just to ask me to draw you a bath while you’re still thirty minutes out, I will not be a happy psychopath,” I said, partially joking and partially serious. I knew it had to be bigger than that…or at least, I hoped it was bigger than that, “Look, if you need me to come get you, I can. Just gimme like…ten minutes to shower. Fucking thing’s cold as ice right now. And then after that, I can run you your stupid bath,” I said. The cold water thing was the truth. During the winter, the damn pipes would almost be cold enough to freeze, though it happened very rarely.

Bowl in the sink, washed, rinse, put in the dish rack. So it was already 4ish? Meh. Not a bad start for my day, I supposed, although my shift started at about 6ish. Not a lot of time to get ready and go get Travis if he was still thirty minutes out. I couldn’t help but let out a yawn at the prospect of work, though, “Alright, seriously mate, make it quick. Gotta get ready for the old grind in an hour,” I said through another yawn. Despite the fact that I had assured Travis multiple times I could drive him, or hell, he could borrow the car, (provided he actually had his license at the time), he insisted on walking or taking the bus. Meh. His choice; if he really wanted to ride the bus, he could. I wasn’t exactly jumping to expend more cash than was necessary anyway.

Speak quick. Speak quick. How was I supposed to speak quick about......this?! "If you wanna come get me, then I ain't gonna stop you, because I don't think you'd believe what I have to say, even if I said it. It would be best perhaps if you......"

I trailed off. "I'll be on 64th and Sheridan, I'm sure you remember what intersection I'm talking about. Near the Sonic and Walgreens."

My mind was still trying to wrap around the situation. "Sound good?"

"Breaking News coming in from London right now." The T.V says in homes around the world. "It seems that the video game world of 'Call of Duty: Modern Warfare' has come to life. Three men, identified as Captain John 'Soap' McTavish, Captain John Price, and Sgt. Gary 'Roach' Sanderson, all from the hit video game series, have appeared out of nowhere on a London intersection from some sort of portal. A onlooker caught this video on his IPhone from the scene." The screen cuts to a video of the portal opening, and the three falling out onto the sidewalk before the portal closes again. "Officials from Buckingham, MI6, and the British armed forces have refused to comment on the matter, while the three were taken by Royal Agents to MI6 Headquarters." The News Anchor says.

OOC: Com-Gaunt, I hope you see my OOC post...

Japan 2:45 AM, Tokyo Bay

Hirotaro Matsui yawned. He heard an annoyed grunt from Ichiro, and heard him say, "Hirotaro, hurry up! Give me a hand with these nets!"

Hirotaro swore. Why he worked so late, he had no idea. There was no point. The fish wouldn't always be so active at this time, yet here they were... Hirotaro cursed one more time at his job. He hated it. He helped with the nets, and took them onto his medium sized boat. He wished he worked on one of the more larger trailer boats, but didn't say anything. He and Ichiro were making small talk. They didn't notice, in the dark, but the waves were steadily getting larger. It wasn't until Ichiro heard something, that he stopped working.

Hirotaro looked at him. "Whats wrong? You wanted my help, so-"
"I thought I heard something..."
Hirotaro grunted. "Like what?"
Ichiro didn't answer, for a few seconds, but then shook his head. "Must have been nothng."

The dock began to shake a bit. They both stood up. "Earthquake?"
"This is a very strange earthquake, if it even is one..."

Hirotaro looked to the ocean. The city was lighting up the water dimmly....in one area of the ocean, it seemed as if it were bulging up. Something was under the water....something massive.....and it was moving their way. Ichiro saw it too.

"Hirotaro! Get off the dock! Come on!"

Ichiro ran off, and Hirotaro, though hesitant in fear as the shape got closer and closer managed also to get off, just as the shape suddenly surfaced. The trailer splintered under the figure's large head, and it fell to the dock below, destroying the dock, and splashing waves to the shore and commercial piers. Hirotaro and Ichiro looked up in awe and horror. But they weren't the only ones. Cars crashed on the street, and people stopped walking everywhere they were. All looked in one direction.

And one thing stared back at them all...an anger very much alive in his eyes.

Standing in the bay, standing at a towering height of at least 100 meters, was a dinorsaur...no. Not just a dinosaur. A very famous embodiment of Japanese fiction in film. Everyone was either confused, or in fear. Was this some sort of stunt? A prank Or......something else?

A loud and haunting roar erupted from the creature, and that is what got people to realize, this was the real thing. The monster.......the monster that at one point, was thought to just be mindless fun in film, was standing in the bay! And it didn't look interested in going back right now.....

Godzilla just looked around. This city had indeed changed since he had last been here.....but no matter. He would once again show no mercy for man's sin against the world...

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London, England.

A man was having some trouble keeping up, but he had managed to follow a car that had earlier taken three people from the sidewalk, to this complex. Security was tight, but he had seen worse. Stealth, was his specialty. He had no clue how he had wound up here in England, but neither did these men who were just abducted. Perhaps.........just perhaps they could work together, or perhaps they could provide some sort of clue. The man was worried a bit, but kept his head. All his channels for radio support, Major Zero, Para-Medic, Signit, and other base radio contact were giving no response at all. But why? They knew that even though he was on his own for most of these missions, he required some permissions or orders from them.

Whatever. He would have no problem acquiring one man's suit for a disguise. This building, looked military-like. If he was going to get any information from these men, he would need to be unseen. As always. A ghost. A snake. That was what they had named him. Naked Snake. Very few knew his real name. Now he was Big Boss. A title he earned after he had....painfully defeated his old mentor. A patriot, to be forgotten. Only he and a few others knew her real story, and it would kill him in grief someday.

He took out his scope binoculars. Three guards. One stood further than the other. This would be easy. Inside, however, may just be a different story. He took out his pistol. Well.....kind of a pistol. It was just a tranquilizer gun, but in his hands, it was much more. Any weapon in his hands was much more. Back in America, people were already starting to call him, the deadliest soldier to have ever walked the Earth...Who knew.

Under cover, he took aim when the soldier walked out of the line of sight of the other two. And fired. The soldier barely let out more than a grunt when the dart hit him in the neck. He fell to the concrete with a thud. Snake then managed to climb over the steel fence, and he grabbed the body. He looked around. No attention. Piece of cake. He looked. There was a small shed nearby. That would do. He dragged the soldier, and stripped him of his clothing and ID. It was a very quick ID change, but he managed to slip into his outfit, and use the man's ID to make his own fake entrance key. His eye patch got him some looks, but unless they wanted to see a gaping hole where his eye used to be, they would not say a word.

He had to locate these men soon. It was only a matter of time before that soldier woke up, or someone found him...then it would get hard.

Tokyo Bay, Japan

In a gust of wind, Aya Shameimaru lands in the middle of a street. "Good Morning Mi...." Aya stopped in speech. There sure was a lot of people around... they all seem in a such a hurry to get somewhere. All around her people were running, screaming, strange noises can be heard all around. This was not the Hakurei Shrine... In which she was going to catch up on the latest news with her friend, Reimu Hakurei the Miko.

Aya scratched her head."Something is not right here...but this will be WONDERFUL for the paper!" With a large grin, she pulls out her camera and takes a quick picture of the people running. She then turns around to take a picture of where the people were running from... She saw it! A giant creature thing! GIANT CREATURE! Like nothing she never seen before! Aya gasps, taking a picture of it. "Fantastic!" Pulls out her notebook and pen, "Headline! Giant Creature Attacks... um... Mystery Town!" She writes on the paper. "I need a better view!"

In another gust of wind Aya takes flight towards the colossal creature. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! She takes a few pictures of the creature's face up close.

Tokyo, Japan 2:52 AM

Three men waited in a room, very impatiently. The emperor needed to hear what was happening. Nothing yet had been broadcast. A monster was attacking the city! A monster! Most of the people were calling it Godzilla, but the man who would inform the emperor, was very skeptical to that. Godzilla was fiction. Nothing more. This monster however in the city was not...there was a chance they could stop it. Tokyo was too important to lose. Japan's limited military would be put to the ultimate test here...

Finally the emperor came down. "What is wrong?"

The man blinked and straightened up. "Sir....we have a situation."
"What do you mean?"
"Tokyo is under attack, sir..."

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Godzilla's first few steps into the city made the very streets below him crumble. People everywhere ran. He roared again, and began to walk. He had maybe passed two of the human structures, when something got his attention. A very annoying thing, that he had seen many times before.

On top of one of the structures, was a human. She held whatever the thing was. Godzilla had seen these before. He had no clue what they were, but they annoyed him like nothing else. The device flashed a light over and over again. He didn't know if the human realized how annoyed he was by it, but if she didn't realize it, there was more than one way to stop the lights. He gave a very annoyed roar , and his tail slammed through the body of the human structure. Glass, steel, furniture, and human bodies fell to the ground below... Within moments, Godzilla knew, the building would collapse...

[I'll let your character perhaps do a little avoiding before I interact anymore with her]

He turned to continue walking. He heard familiar sounds. A siren. The city now knew he was here. He was also beginning to see human flying contraptions circle overhead. However they were not firing on him......Some had numbers, and all had lights shining on him. Not as annoying, but he continued to walk. The sirens continued to wail. It wouldn't be long he knew before the cities defense units would be called upon...

Tampa, Florida (Worse post of my life. Sorry guys.)

“If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you son, I got ninety nine problems but a…” stopped singing along to the lyrics playing into earphones when I nearly bumped into an elderly woman. “Oh my bad.” I said apologetically before maneuvering past the woman before changing the song to Feel Free by Ricky Blaze. I couldn’t help to dance down the aisle in the Walmart I was currently in. I occasionally looked at the shelves to see if I wanted anything but the red solo cups I was searching for. There was going to be a party in my friend Jake’s room and beer pong was the game of choice. Since I wasn’t twenty one, I took the responsibility to get the solo cups. “Okay… Blue solo cups… green… Red! Damn…” I said as I noticed that there weren’t that many red solo cups left. There must have been other parties this weekend.

I grabbed whatever red solo cup packs that were left and walked back toward the cash registers with a smug smirk on my face as bopped my head to the next song that shuffled on my iPod. This was gonna be the last party before everyone went away for winter break, so I had to make sure this one was big, if not the best.

When I exit Walmart, I witness five teens getting harassed in a parking lot across from Walmart’s parking lot. I would have ignored it, but it was a good six on five, and it was still really early. I had the time, so I guess I could watch. The five teens were none other than the planeteers from the show Captain Planet, but how could I tell. I watched as one of the offenders went for a punch. In seconds a fight broke out, and I was walking straight toward it. One of the guys in the group of five held some of his friends’ things as they fought. He didn’t seem like he’d involve himself in violence no matter what. Too bad he got punched in the gut before being knocked to the ground. He dropped his friends things and was the last to hit the ground before being kicked unconscious. Honestly, I didn’t rush over until the other group walked off with some of their things. The only thing left of their stuff were some tacky looking mood rings.

“I could probably hand these out in school… Hey you guys okay! Someone is gonna call the cops!” I said, half concerned about their wellbeing. I wasn’t going to touch the rings on the ground, until something seemed to call out to me though. Crouching down, I took the five rings, each a different color. “I’ll make sure someone calls the cops. I gotta go!” I said as I spotted a cab. There was no way I was walking back to school or waiting at Walmart with people getting jumped like just now. Those five seemed like good kids too. Finders keepers, right? Now all I had to do was get ready.

Florida
Clark Kent had embraced his destiny, Jor-el no longer had a grip on his abilities,the skies were his to soar, and Lois was his. He was planning on going globa, after the Apocalypse Incident that his own fiancee had covered it seemed things were looking good for the future hero of the world. Now he was zipping through the city fighting crime, while he enjoyed helping people it had become a hobby he'd come to enjoy. He was listening to the sounds of the city, and heard the cries of an innocent woman and her friend being mugged. He moved through the city to him time was at stand still, "Clark time" if you will, the way he'd come to perceive the world was an interesting one. His speed was growing over the years, and even when he thought he'd maxed out he'd always reached new levels of power something Lex had helped point out to him. Yeah well at least Lex is useful for somethings, but know he knows everything about me.

He got to the girls begging for help, racing over to them, and the three muggers. He grabbed one and tossed him into the others sending both flying into an ally, and grabbed the girls racing them into a hospital waiting room and reappearing near the muggers grabbing a metal bar out of one of the thug’s hands. He bent it and wrapped it around all three thugs and raced over to a roof-top all before any of them reacted, to them they’d instantly been rendered unconscious and detained, and the girls instantly in the hospital as if God had sent down an angel to deliver them from their captors. Clark looked down, shaking his head. “They never learn, honestly at least Metropolis learned you need some kind of powers to deal with me, but it’s like people just don’t want to listen to the Blur, but that’s alright because there sure as hell listen to Superman.”

Clark then paused he began hearing various voices through-out he city, and Florida the entire state felt different. Something was off he heard something about panic on a beach with a strange character who spoke of potential terrorists. “A Terrorist in Florida, no one knows about me, or the League? What’s going on here? “ Clark raced to “Metropolis” only to find instead that it was off the map instead coming to New York City, he quickly returned to Florida his entry point. “Something is not good here, definitely an alternate reality, question is how alternate is it. And if Jor-El didn’t put me here, then who did.” I hope it’s not Brainiac., bastard just won’t die, better see what’s going on. Clark reappeared near his spot of entry an empty ally, some homeless man was smoking a joint. He was probably stoned as he didn’t react to the presence of a man appearing out of nowhere. “I wonder am I “real” here or is someone else the blur, or worst am I the villain this time around. “Clark sighed he’d experienced so many different time-lines, realities, and dimensions for a life time he’d no longer question any experience.
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I was just waking up, it was almost Christmas. Not that meant much to me, I saw my bed buddy was gone. O frowned a bit, until he heard some water running in the bathroom. My Gurl still here, my bitch ain’t no traitor, she my Candylandy. I saw his laptop was on, but it was still suffering. HMe and technology did not get along, my phone damaged, my PS3 often had issues, and my laptop had issues he couldn’t describe without saying insane. Letting out a yawn I climbed out of bed, and went over to open up the bathroom seeing my girlfriend was in the shower.

“Ooh baby your up, close that door, and get up on here, there’s room for two. I need you’d get up once I slid out baby.” I just grinned, there were few times I was happy to get up, but Holiday season was around and I figured why not get some gifts early. “ I always wanted a kitty for Christmas, Guess I was wrong for all the hate on Santa.” With that I slipped into the shower, about an hour later Jada had left my apartment, and I was on my laptop checking my AIM and Msn. “Damn when the hell that girl going be back, I miss my asian FWB.” Feeling myself I went to my Itunes and began playing my sex play list with songs from Beautiful Girls to Sexaholics. I put on my Dr. Dre Beats, something I’d managed to pick up on Black Friday. I made the best out of a shitty holiday. Listening to the beats I was oblivious to what was happening In the world, and more importantly my own apartment. As a ruffling noise was heard, something was inside my apartment, and I was too busy letting music pounding in my ears to notice any imminent danger.
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Castiel was stressed as it was, the Apocalypse had been averted, but now a bigger issue loomed on the horizon, and it was bringing the Apocalypse with it. It seemed the journey he had begun with the Winchesters had just begun, even if Heaven and Hell had ceased their direct conflict, the effects of Lucifer’s reign of terror would be felt from years to come. He had made his way to his favorite bar in South Dakota, and one minute he was drinking and the next there was a weird flash of light. He was gone reappearing in the same, bar he had pondered if Gabriel had sent him into another tv show, but he knew that was a silly assumption to make considering he was dead, and the only other person with the power to do that was Raphael, aside from the two they’d trapped in the cage.

“Raphael” He looked around but saw the bar was fairly normal. Then again not every fiction involved planet destroying abilities, and giant raging monsters or god forbid people walking around in spandex. The bar-tender looked at him somewhat startled, muttering about how he should have listened to the boss and not drank on the job. “You need something buddy, we ain’t got no Raphael, but we get Jagermeister, Champaign, whatever you want.” Castiel sighed.” Give me whatever you have, I’ll start with the meister 70% proof, then 90, fuck it after two of those straight to 100” The bar tender looked at him. “You got mon-

Castiel reached into his wallet, and pulled out a wad of cash handing it to him. He looked over to the light to inspect it, about 7 100 dollar bills. This man was either rich or someone who stole money to get drunk out their mind. “Alright whatever you want.” He left to get the drinks, and Castiel leaned back into his chair prepared to enjoy his alcoholic adventure

Feeling refreshed, I got dressed and threaded my bayonet’s sheath into my belt. With that, I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys off the counter and went to get my car, turning on the random song button on my phone, “You think you can give me what I want, you say. You say, you say. I think I’m better off alone, these days, these days, these days.” I sung lightly as I turned the car on and pulled out of the parking garage. It didn’t take long for me to find Travis with my Dad’s old steel toed boots tapping the break as I sat parked, “Fancy seeing you here. Alright, so. What’s this big deal you could talk about on the phone, huh?” I asked, pushing the passenger side door open. Black Dalia was now playing from my phone which was nestled in the cup holder in the middle of the car. My Mitsubishi Eclipse was adjusting well enough to the snow, but I knew I should probably get a new car. This thing was just too low to the ground, and despite the fact that ‘ladies dig the sports cars,’ I’d rather not end up ass up in a ditch because my car couldn’t handle the snow. Perhaps when I had more cash on hand. Either way, “I’m serious. If you woke me up for a bath, I’m going to stab you.” I ‘threatened’, unsheathing the bayonet for effect. Falsetto threats were my way of joking around. I honestly probably couldn’t stab someone on a whim; they’d have to really deserve it.

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Eleanor was walking slowly up the street now, “Father, what should I do?” she whispered, seemingly to no one. After a moment of silence, she spoke once more, again in a faint whisper, “I know I need to blend in, but…I don’t want to get rid of my suit just yet. Not unless I must.”

A jolt of pain made her put her hand to her head, and when she looked up, her eyes glowed a strange blue. She could see the Adam, the life running through each and every human around her. Her hand tightened into a fist and she had to use her right hand to restrain her left. She needed Adam. She needed it. Her breath came out in a few pants as she held her head and ducked into an alley once more, (she seemed to be making a bad habit out of that). She clutched her head as if trying to stop it from exploding as she jammed the Adam Harvester into her own leg. Pain surged up her leg and then her spine, causing her to let out a stifled scream of pain. When she pulled the needle out, the wound healed and she panted a few times, the lust for Adam receding behind the pain. She sighed, “I hate having to do that…but I must. I cannot become what Mother wanted me to be…” She murmured more to herself than anything. She stood up again, but the deep wound she had inflicted hadn’t healed all the way just yet. She sat back down on the trash can and sighed again, “What have I gotten myself into, Father?”

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Alice got tired of driving and finally just dumped the car. She honestly still had no idea where she was, just that it was fucking cold, snow was on the ground, and there wasn’t a beach, big city, or anything worth stealing for miles. She needed a drink. Badly. She kicked the door open of the nearest bar, shoved past some of the bar patrons, and slammed her hand down on the counter, “Give me whatever you have that will knock me on my ass.” Some dude was handing over hundreds to the bar tender. That guy knew how to get drunk. Of course, the drunk patrons were not happy that this ‘weird grass haired bitch’ had interrupted their drinking.

“Hey bitch! You made me spill my beer!” One of the men called to Alice, putting his hand roughly on her shoulder. She grabbed it, wrenched it across the bar, and slammed her elbow down on it, shattering the bone at the wrist.

“And now I shattered your wrist. What are you going to do about it?” Alice replied with a smirk.

One of his buddies turned his still half-full beer bottle upside down, causing a nice mess on the floor, and slammed the bottle against Alice’s head so hard it broke. Alice’s sunglasses fell to the floor, cracked, and only her head had moved from the impact of the bottle. There were deep gashes across her cheek, but as if by magic, they began to close themselves until there was nothing but a few small blood trails. She turned her head slowly, causing glass that had gotten caught in her hair to shower the floor. She looked at the cracked sunglasses for a moment as the drunken fools blubbered about how she was a demon or some such nonsense. She stooped, picked the glasses up, and crushed them in her palm, “Those were designer sunglasses. They cost me almost forty dollars.”

The man blubbered and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Alice looked at it, took it, grabbed his wrist and snapped his fingers, and then kicked the guy backwards through his previously spilled pool of liquor. He slipped and hit the floor hard. After being helped to his feet and out of the bar, Alice scoffed and sat back at the bar, “Fucking worthless idiots. Thought they stood a chance against me? The leaders of the Third Street Saints? Right. And Shaundi is faithful.” She mused, taking up one of the guy’s drinks and sipping it.

He pulled up in front of the Walgreens, and I got in. Brandon's usual music was playing. It's tolerable, but I really don't dig some aspects of it. I prefer music with these traits. Music that more is about global problems than personal problems (like problems involving a girlfriend dumping the lead singer and the lead singer drinking himself to death because of it. I dig some personal problem music, but it's gone downhill ever since the 90's ended.) Megadeth is a big hitter in global problems. Oh my God. Megadeth... I also prefer music with energy. Running energy. I'm going to smash your face in with a baseball bat energy. Pantera and Slayer energy. I also like relaxing music, or ridiculous music. I consider myself....pretty varied in music.

But I wasn't gonna talk about that. I saw the bayonet in Brandon's Hand, and shook my head. "You really should just go waving that thing around. Cops up here can be pretty uptight." I would know. I've been apprehended once, and talked to three times by police officers. Fun times. But I knew Brandon would continue waving it like a mini American Flag, so I really didn't put a serious tone in my voice. I put the heavy backpack in front of my seat. I could hear barely, Buizel grunting, but it was only just barely heard.

"Of course I didn't just call you about a bath." I had to choose my words carefully. But how? I had nowhere else to go. "Brandon.....you could probably stab me if you want actually because I have to be dreaming. Tell me......have you had as weird a day as I have? You need to see this..."

No turning back now. I opened up the back pocket of my backpack, and Buizel's head popped out. He looked a bit annoyed, but otherwise fine. "Brandon, please say something that isn't along the lines of Travis you are crazy..."

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CNN:

I'm Marty Kaniglio here with this CNN special report. We have a developing story happening right now in Tokyo, just by the Tokyo Bay, we do not have any footage to show as of now, but we have unconfirmed reports...of an attack on Tokyo. Again these reports are as of now, unconfirmed, but there are reports again, of an attack underway at Tokyo....we will keep you updated as we recieve more information on this story, for now we'll go over to Bruce who is standing by at...

[[OOC: I will wait for CG and Barel to post before I go on with anything else]]

Clark looked around, and reached into his shirt pocket. The Crystal of El was in hand, but he was not going to risk another journey to the Phantom Zone simply to return to earth. “I have no idea what Zod’s done with the place since my last visit” He wondered if there were other altars, other escape joints he’d be sure to ask Jor-El that information next time he stopped by the fortress. He put the crystal back into his pocket for now it served no purpouse, he saw a man about to be hit by a vehicle. Within an instant the man was on the side-walk in shock, and Clark was in the same spot. Then he heard another yell, someone yelling father. He arrived in the ally where Eleanor had injected herself a few mili seconds late as he had “stopped” to grab a donut and stop an armed robbery. He looked over at Eleanor. “Excuse me, are you alright, I thought I heard someone yelling out for help, did you see anyone being chased or something?”
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A man was seen making his way inside his apartment in a hurry, slamming the door behind him. His heart was racing, and he saw flashes of himself in a Coca Cola truck speeding and hitting a child riding through the street in a bicycle. He just shook his head, and set down a bag he had full of beer bottles. “Shit’s been getting crazy.” He put down a name tag that said Joe Vernon, and went over to his kitchen table picking up a remote and pressing the red button. The News came on, he went to his favorite news channel CNN. “Damn fucking Terrorists going after the Japs again, first that earth-quake and Tsunami combo, God’s a sick bastard.” He plopped himself down on his couch reaching over to grab a beer out of the bag. Suddenly he felt some form of liquid dripping on his forehead, he looked up to see driplets coming from his ceiling. “Damn it, fuck you Harry, I’l lsue your ass for this.” He then heard his faucet turn on and ran over to turn it off but noticed it was pouring out coke. “The fuck.”

Joe was now scared, this was insane, as his sink began to fill with soda. He ran towards the door, and saw the knob had burst off and soda was spraying into the room, and he began running around In panic again, as it seemed various spots in the room had formed and were spilling out soda. He rushed to the windows, but within 30 minutes the entire room was filled with soda, and he’d drowned. The windows burst open and soda spilled out-side, and the damage done to the carpet, and nearby areas was immense. The fire-department arrived moments after their death, and Gabriel was seen with Joe’s bag in his hand. He had downed all his drinks tossing the bottle aside. “First of all my daddy isn’t that big of a dick, and second of all next time don’t run over little girls, especially with a good brand truck.” He laughed a bit looking down at the fire department, and listening to the people in the apartment their complaints, and even better their fear.
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Castiel just enjoyed drink after drink, having given him so many hundreds he knew his spending limit wouldn’t be reached for hours. And that was good to him, he enjoyed time to time drinking out entire stores. Large amounts of alcohol were needed to get Angels wasted, and since the effect was something he desired he’d stand the wait. As he kept drinking he saw a woman make her way inside the bar, and noticed the snow outside. This explained why there were so many jackets lying around, the temperature. He didn’t have to worry about such trivial matters, however he’d “Suffered” being mortal, and now understood just why they were so reliant on numerous relics and tricks. His mortality had caused him to respect humanity even more, they were far more then the primates Senior Management claimed them to be.

He watched as it seemed the woman’s impulsiveness to get to the counter had put her at odds with some of other customers. He pondered interfering wondering how Dean, Sam, and Bobby would handle the situation. Being a Guardian Angel he couldn’t stand by and watch someone get harmed, but then it seemed the woman could hold her own, he wondered what kind of creature she was. Perhaps a Phoenix, it would explain the appearance. They are suppose to be beautiful creatures. And just like that the drunkards realized how outmatched they were and had fled. Cowardice was not a quality he supported but common sense was. “Third Street Saints, if they are all as powerful as you are, then they must be quite the force to be confronted by. He decided to initiate a conversation as he took another sip of his own drink, 100% proof the intoxicating effects could be felt through-out even his vessel.

This is CNN Breaking News

"Marty Kaniglio here live from CNN studio, with an update from Tokyo Japan, we are just now recieving live footage from helicopter view...if we could get that on screen....there you are seeing some, truly extraordinary footage coming in from news crews all over the Japan area right now. We do not know...what kind of creature this is right now, you see attacking and destroying the city, however, reports are coming in, that the creature...very much resembles Japanese cinema monster, Godzilla.

"The monster was sighted in Tokyo Bay, around 2:49 in the morning. The emperor has declared a state of emergency, and emergency evacuations are currently taking place throughout the city, however, it is undoubtedly very difficult at the moment, as you can see there is a lot of damage. We have no numbers yet on casualties, some say at least a hundred are dead with that number multiplying by a factor of 5 for injuries. We do know that military operations have been in effect now for about ten minutes, but so far, nothing has been able to stop this monster. We will continue to cover this story, as the Godzilla monster continues it's attack on Downtown Tokyo..."

I blinked. I shook my head. I even went so far as to slap myself. And still the orange Pokémon with the yellow floaty around its neck that Travis practically obsessed over still sat in front of me, in his backpack. I poked it on the head, my finger pressing into its fur. It gave me what I assumed was an annoyed look and let out its signature “Bui”. I started laughing. When I could speak again, I said, “Hi Layne! You gonna throw some shrunken at me?” I continued laughing for a few more minutes before I was able to compose myself. I looked at Travis with a large smile, “And the doctors told me I wasn’t crazy. I’ve jumped off the precipice of sanity, haven’t I? Or am I still dreaming. And if I’m still sane and awake, you know genetic testing is illegal, because there is no damn way that’s a stuffed animal.” This I definitely couldn’t wait to hear.

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((She didn’t shout ‘father’ she just let out a shout of pain, and she didn’t inject herself, she stabbed herself to cause pain))

Eleanor was startled by the man who just appeared from nowhere, stumbling to her feet. Her wound still wasn’t completely healed, but she could fight on it. It wasn’t that deep at the moment, but it still managed to let out some blood, “Stay away from me, Splicer!” She shouted, brandishing her Harvester and summoning up some fire in her other hand, “I’m no easy mark for you to get your fix!” She didn’t want to engage in combat, especially not where innocent people could get hurt. After all, she had just jabbed a huge needle into her leg to stop innocents from getting hurt. This man had appeared from nowhere, so she pegged him for a Houdini splicer. So at worst, she had to watch for fireballs and teleportation, two abilities she knew very well. Although she should probably augment her attack style. She clenched her hand and the fire extinguished, and instead her hand was coated with ice, icicles erupting from her skin. She cringed a little in pain, but she was used to that pain.

She cast a glance over her shoulder. They were deep enough into the alley (for the moment) that this wouldn’t spill into the street if this turned into a fight, but Houdini’s had a habit of teleporting and running when they were wounded. She wouldn’t go chasing him down, but…she couldn’t let innocents get hurt either. She cursed a little, “I won’t let you hurt these people. I’m no bloody messiah, but I will not stand by while innocents are hurt.”

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Alice glanced over at the guy at the bar. He looked like he belonged here. She laughed, “You bet your damn ass we’re a force to be reckoned with. But none of them are as good as me. That’s why I’m the boss. What, you mean you’ve never heard of us?” She asked, laughing a little. This swill tasted just like that: swill. But it was all she had at the moment, “We’ve got our own fucking energy drink for fuck’s sake. Shirts, toys, movies. Nothing? Wow. I must be in the ass end of Fuckville. I’m going to kick Shaundi’s ass for this.” She muttered, taking another swig of the drink.

The Buizel just looked at Brandon. Buizel was just looking at Brandon in very weird ways. As Brandon slapped himself, made all sorts of facial expressions, Buizel gave me a look, I didn't bother looking at. When Brandon poked his head, he gave an annoyed "Bui..." Which I only guessed meant "stop". I think he also attempted to bite, but held off. Then Brandon started laughing. The Buizel looked at me, with a look of..."Who is this weirdo?" Buizel also reacted when Brandon used the name "Layne." Layne was a name I had given the Buizel I drew a lot, and other things. Layne, before Buizel came around, was my poké-alter ego almost. We also joked about him being an imaginary foster son, in love with throwing shurikens at me whenever I lost a hand of online Texas Hold'em Poker, or if I did anything else stupid in his eyes. The little guy was certainly acting like the Layne we consciously knew, but he had too much of a carefree, spirit to be the same one. I shrugged. And the Buizel just looked back to Brandon who was now asking me a very ridiculous question.

"Brandon, that's just it. I have no clue where he even came from." I wasn't about to say anything about his stupid genetic testing comment, as we both knew my shit jobs would not support that, and I wasn't that dumb to go one million dollars or so in debt to research that kind of thing. All my money went to rent, food, or music most of the time. "No it's not a plush.....I just.....found him. Poor guy had jumped into a thorny bush. Which was why I asked for a bath to be run. I figured I'd help clean the guy up a bit. I don't know what he'll do after that, but..." I shrugged. I sat back and chuckled a bit. "If this is a dream, then my brain is being mean. It feels so damn real man. There's a friggin' Buizel in front of me!" I looked to Brandon, who had yet to start the car up again. "How was your day?"

I rubbed my chin a bit. Hollywood Undead’s Bullet was now playing off the phone, the upbeat song about suicide almost always made me smirk a little. However, now I was simply thinking, “Okay, so…what? Where do we think this…uh…You know what, I’m just going to feel stupid and say it, but where exactly do we think this real flesh and blood Pokémon came from? I feel like I’m in one of your fanfics.” I poked fun, starting up the car and picking up my phone, moving to call my boss.

When that conversation was over, I sighed, “Boss isn’t too happy, but I told him I wasn’t feeling so hot and that I’d make up for it this weekend.” One of my strong suits was acting, thank god. It helped me get out of plenty of situations with authority, and lies were sometimes almost too easy to weave. Still, I didn’t like making a habit of it, “I did run the bath, by the way. As for my day, normal, until about…” I looked at my watch, “Five minutes ago. We can’t just turn him loose on the streets, regardless of where he came from. He’s liable to be hit by a car, end up snowed over, or god forbid, eaten by something. And that’s assuming he makes it to the wild without any confrontation with humans. It’s not every day we find something like this, and some people will want to make profit off of it or hell, maybe even dissect him. It is a him, right? How uh…how can you tell?” I never really was all that into Pokémon. I played the games on occasion, but I wasn’t one of those hardcore, ‘Omg, gotta breed this with this a bajillion times to get a shiny Caterpie!’ type of people. And even in the games, it was mostly denoted by a nice little symbol by the Pokemon’s name. This was totally out of my league.

“I’m not cleaning its poop, by the way. I already have Erica for that.” I said, pulling out into traffic and setting course for the apartment. Erica, my cat, wasn’t too much a handful, but she was still adjusting to the colder climate and Travis as well. While it was necessary, I didn’t exactly like cleaning her cat box, and at every opportunity, I made an effort to complain about it. That brought up an interesting point, though, “Uh…How will she react to this, exactly, do you think?”

I wasn't thrilled about Brandon's phone call, but made no point. Brandon knew how I felt, and we both knew that sometimes, you needed to take a day for yourself. Sometimes his lies were obvious, sometimes harder to decipher. I like to think that sometimes I know when to detect a lie. It's easier to hear than to read on text. Gotta give IM that point. Where did he come from? When Brandon asked that, I just gave him a look and said, "I really can't say. Unless Sinnoh really does exist somewhere in this world...."

The Buizel tried to look out the window, but I had to push him down. "Easy, buddy, we're not accustomed to seeing creatures like yourself. No telling what anyone would do if they saw you...." I thanked Brandon for indeed running the bath, and listened to him talk about what they would do with him now. The Buizel did not at all look interested in what he had to say as he was describing many of the realities of animal deaths here. I loved dissecting animals, hell I had dissected a cat sophomore year in high school, and I love cats! It was a bit hard to do, but interesting, and well, if I were a biologist, and this guy was standing in front of me.....hell right there I could not deny my curiosity to how the little guy ticked, but there was a reason to him being here. I know that God in Heaven did not just up and decide to create a Buizel with the snap of his fingers right in front of me for the sheer fun of it. "I know what you mean.....I don't know what we'll do with him Like I said, I just want to clean and patch him up a bit. I think I'll have to see what happens then. If he wants to leave, I don't think I can stop him. And yes it is a him." This is where I enter the nerd stage. "Buizel are very easy to distinguish between genders. If you look at his back, you'll see that he has two cream oval spots. Females only have one."

When Brandon mentioned what they'd do with his leavings....I simply said, "Let me worry about that." Brandon had a cat named Erica. And though he complained about her litterbox, I myself cleaned it on occasion. So I don't think Brandon could really....complain here. But none the less, I would worry about that when the time came. Hopefully that didn't come until.......later. "Hopefully she won't react to bad. I don't see why he couldn't get used to her. If she ives him trouble......cats hate water......" Of course I didn't want that, but.... "Shit, I hope the landlord doesn't find out about this."

Tampa, Florida

Okay, so now I was in my dorm room, basically waiting for the hours to go by before the party. I figured I’d study a little for my chemistry final. “So where do I start?” I said as I took out my notes and opened up my laptop that had AIM open from my previous session. Upon setting my notes onto my desk, I managed to knock over the rings I copped off those teens that got pretty beat up. After looking at them on my way back to campus, I could tell they weren’t mood rings, and they all seemed to have some symbol on them. I guessed they represented different elements or something. I’d probably toss them out when I got bored of looking at them. I took the time to grab the rings from off the ground. Or maybe I can pawn them. They did look like they belonged to some cartoon TV series. “Wait…”

That’s when it hit me. These were the rings from that show, Captain Planet. I chuckled a little when remembering the cartoon from my childhood. It was pretty positive for kids, but it was so corny. I still remembered what those kids would say to summon Captain Planet. That’s kind of sad.

“Then let our powers combine.” I said as I mimicked the cartoon, faking an African accent. “Earth, Water, Wind, Fire….Nah, that doesn’t sound right. Earth, Fire. Wind, Water, Heart?” I knew Heart was definitely last and that Earth came first. I decided to look it up for shits and giggles and found out I was right the second time. With a smirk, I placed each ring on the five fingers of my right hand. I then held my fist up holding back from laughing at my own stupidity. “Okay, earth, fire, wind, water, heart.” I said, but not too loud. I didn’t want people thinking I was crazy or something. I was ready to turn my attention back to my notes until five beams of light shot from my hand. “Oh shit..” I let out as I looked at the rings. At first I assume that it was just some cool feature to the rings, but then an orb of light formed up above me. My eyes widened in both shock and confusion before hearing a voice.

“By your powers combined, I am Captain Planet!” The cartoon superhero announced as the orb became his body. Was it shrooms? Maybe acid? How the hell was I so fucked up without knowing it? The blue superhero just stared down at me with a smile before looking around. “Hey, where are the Planeteers? And who are you?” He asked as he landed beside my chair. Yeah, it had to be acid, definitely. I had never Taken the drug before, but I heard about its affects. I couldn’t even speak to him. I just stared blankly at him before looking at the rings “And how did you get those?”I still didn’t answer. At this point I could do one of two things. I could g along with it and look like a fool, or I could just ignore the man in my room right now.


Floyd's Closet

Yusuke Urameshi of the manga and anime, Yu Yu Hakusho, was finding himself in a tight dark space when getting up from his nap. He remembered resting after week of nearly nonstop training. “What the hell?” Yusuke said as he managed to stand up. He felt around, only for his hands to hit clothes and hangers. It was pretty clear that he was in a closet. But it sure wasn’t his, so he didn’t really care for what he did next. He honestly figured that his best friend Kuwabara somehow grabbed him in his sleep and tossed him in the closet for not spending too much time with him. What a dumbass. With little to no effort, Yusuke kicked the closet door off its hinges. The door slammed onto the floor loudly but depending on how high Floyd had the volume up in his headphones, he might not have even heard it.

Yusuke was confused at first. Who was this guy? Why was he in his closet? Where the hell did he get those headphones from? These questions wandered through Yusuke’s mind before walking up to the stranger and slamming his laptop closed on his fingers while he had been typing. The young Japanese teen was somewhat pissed off at the situation and it easily showed on his face. “Listen up, and listen up good. You’re going to explain what the hell I was doing in your closet… Or you’ll be in there next. Got it?”

(Gotcha, had misread my fault.)
Clark could tell he had startled the woman he had meant to save, he often heard cries. During his earlier outings he’d confused cries of pain with cries of sorrow and such, which lead to a few unwelcome intrusions. But his speed had more then helped him cover his tracks, and prevent any unwelcomed company to the weeping or otherwise occupied who were not in any danger. He raised his hands up in defense, cursing himself mentally, if these people weren’t use to the precense of superhuman abilities they could easily decide he was a threat. “No I’m not a splicer, I don’t even know what they are I promise. My name is Clark Kent, and I’m not here to hurt you. I thought I heard some crying out in pain, I thought you were in trouble ma’me.” Clark wondered if he had heard her voice somewhere, it sounded eerily familiar. “I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m a hero, I try to do my best to help people that’s why I came here.” He saw her hands became coated with a layer of ice, she had abiltities too. If the situation wasn’t so serious he’d laugh at the irony of using ice against someone born on an ice planet. “Look you are in a lot of pain, I can get you to a hospital!
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Castiel knew that Dean would be proud of him to see him in a bar drinking, taking to an attractive member of the opposite sex. Leisure was something he barely had time for anymore, he knew he would have to figure out where exactly he was, and try to get back to Heaven. The War could not be lost due to his drinking binges, yet the alcohol in him was talking wanting him to stay planted and drink more.”That famous? I feel foolish for not knowing about you all, forgive me. I’m not one who watches the news, or am interested in media that much, all a bunch of lies more so then the lies spouted from politicians and that’s saying something.” With that he downed another drink, he had lost count, but it took a lot to get him to the level of wasted he wanted to be. He took particular interest in energy drinking, aside from beer Red Bull was a drink he’d grown to favor. “Really, your drink? Perhaps I could try it, I have money to spare. “ He heard the bar-tender chuckle a bit at that, who was still eyeing the hundreds to make sure they were valid.
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I let out a sigh, today was gonna be along today. I was checking a text message from Tyrone who was talking about the party, I just wanted to get with my girl again and get the party started. I continued listening to my play-list, before switching to T Pain’s Karaoke, a song my friend Michael had showed me, and one I’d grown to like. “Damn T-Pain go hard then a mother-fucker in this song, this my ni” I paused as during one of the lighter musical interludes in the song when DJ Khaled wasn’t ranting I heard a rubmbling. Despite the Beat’s music pounding in my ears I heard what happened next, and turned around only to be confronted by Yusuke Urameshi.

“Chris..fuck you..fuck you” I groaned I assumed I’d been drugged with hallugenics, and today of all days was not the day. I looked at a baggie with a few pills. “Combining anything with those especially hallugenics fucks you up too bad, damn it Damn it all. His laptop slammed shut, he groaned. “Look Yusuke, umm..I dunno what the fuck to say man. You’re not even here, and I’m probably on drugs. But” I sighed this was ridiculous on my last acid induced trip I’d met Jesus and Zeus getting into a fight, and shit got bad when Dionysus started bitching during the party. “Alright Alright, look name’s Floyd bruh, chill I don’t know how the fuck this happened. You’re the damn Spirit Detective, you’re in America, Atlanta to be exact. I’m just about to hit up a party, but I mean I don’t want you to kick my ass man, so you can come and I can try to help your or whatever. “Until the fucking drug wears off. Although in the back of my mind I knew this felt different then any drug I felt, I had no body high, it felt..real.

(Gotcha, had misread my fault.)
Clark could tell he had startled the woman he had meant to save, he often heard cries. During his earlier outings he’d confused cries of pain with cries of sorrow and such, which lead to a few unwelcome intrusions. But his speed had more then helped him cover his tracks, and prevent any unwelcomed company to the weeping or otherwise occupied who were not in any danger. He raised his hands up in defense, cursing himself mentally, if these people weren’t use to the precense of superhuman abilities they could easily decide he was a threat. “No I’m not a splicer, I don’t even know what they are I promise. My name is Clark Kent, and I’m not here to hurt you. I thought I heard some crying out in pain, I thought you were in trouble ma’me.” Clark wondered if he had heard her voice somewhere, it sounded eerily familiar. “I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m a hero, I try to do my best to help people that’s why I came here.” He saw her hands became coated with a layer of ice, she had abiltities too. If the situation wasn’t so serious he’d laugh at the irony of using ice against someone born on an ice planet. “Look you are in a lot of pain, I can get you to a hospital!
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Castiel knew that Dean would be proud of him to see him in a bar drinking, taking to an attractive member of the opposite sex. Leisure was something he barely had time for anymore, he knew he would have to figure out where exactly he was, and try to get back to Heaven. The War could not be lost due to his drinking binges, yet the alcohol in him was talking wanting him to stay planted and drink more.”That famous? I feel foolish for not knowing about you all, forgive me. I’m not one who watches the news, or am interested in media that much, all a bunch of lies more so then the lies spouted from politicians and that’s saying something.” With that he downed another drink, he had lost count, but it took a lot to get him to the level of wasted he wanted to be. He took particular interest in energy drinking, aside from beer Red Bull was a drink he’d grown to favor. “Really, your drink? Perhaps I could try it, I have money to spare. “ He heard the bar-tender chuckle a bit at that, who was still eyeing the hundreds to make sure they were valid.
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I let out a sigh, today was gonna be along today. I was checking a text message from Tyrone who was talking about the party, I just wanted to get with my girl again and get the party started. I continued listening to my play-list, before switching to T Pain’s Karaoke, a song my friend Michael had showed me, and one I’d grown to like. “Damn T-Pain go hard then a mother-fucker in this song, this my ni” I paused as during one of the lighter musical interludes in the song when DJ Khaled wasn’t ranting I heard a rubmbling. Despite the Beat’s music pounding in my ears I heard what happened next, and turned around only to be confronted by Yusuke Urameshi.

“Chris..fuck you..fuck you” I groaned I assumed I’d been drugged with hallugenics, and today of all days was not the day. I looked at a baggie with a few pills. “Combining anything with those especially hallugenics fucks you up too bad, damn it Damn it all. His laptop slammed shut, he groaned. “Look Yusuke, umm..I dunno what the fuck to say man. You’re not even here, and I’m probably on drugs. But” I sighed this was ridiculous on my last acid induced trip I’d met Jesus and Zeus getting into a fight, and shit got bad when Dionysus started bitching during the party. “Alright Alright, look name’s Floyd bruh, chill I don’t know how the fuck this happened. You’re the damn Spirit Detective, you’re in America, Atlanta to be exact. I’m just about to hit up a party, but I mean I don’t want you to kick my ass man, so you can come and I can try to help your or whatever. “Until the fucking drug wears off. Although in the back of my mind I knew this felt different then any drug I felt, I had no body high, it felt..real.

Travis brought up a good point, although I wasn’t exactly all that thrilled about Travis’ ‘cats hate water’ comment. I had raised Erica from a kitten, and she was very special to me, “Yes, well, he better not touch my cat, or I’ll throw his ass out personally.” I said defensively. Erica was declawed and she wasn’t much of a biter when it came to fighting, “We’re only allowed to have one animal in the apartment, but I don’t necessarily know if this counts.” Were Pokémon animals? They definitely weren’t humans. I shrugged a little as we went up the street. I glanced at the Buizel occasionally, as if to reaffirm its presence, “Do we have any fish? I think we have some tuna, unless you ate it, but do Buizels eat tuna?”

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Eleanor looked at Clark long and hard. She had no reason to disbelieve him, but she also had no reason to true him. He mentioned getting her to a hospital, “No, I’m fine.” She said, putting her hand to her leg. Wiping the blood away, she made sure the wound was sealed. It was almost fully healed now, “I don’t need to go to the hospital.” She waved her hand and the ice on it disappeared, “I do not trust you, but you appear to be very much like myself. I’m new to the surface.” She looked him up and down for a moment and then put her hands down, “I am Eleanor Lamb. Mr. Kent, where are we?” She wasn’t about to reveal any more of her abilities to him until she knew he could be trusted. For the moment, she would watch him warily, “I injured myself, on purpose. It was necessary for the safety of others; let’s just leave it at that.”

She looked over her shoulder to look back at the people on the street, moving back and forth at the mouth of the alleyway. She didn’t like the thought of not knowing what exactly was out there.

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Alice laughed, “That’s what makes the media so great. It’s a bunch of lies, to be manipulated by someone smart enough to know how. Any idiot in their home will believe the shit spewed on the television, and that’s what gives you power.” She stopped for a moment as some of the other people in the room gave her odd looks. Nobody in the room had heard of the Third Street Saints, she could see it as she spoke. Even in Podunk nowhere, people knew about the Saints, “Something isn’t right. Something really isn’t right.” She muttered, more to herself than Castiel. Where was she? She didn’t bother checking; she was actually counting the amount of bottles in front of Castiel and raised an eyebrow. Guy was really chugging his alcohol, although he still seemed relatively lucid. Kinda reminded her of Gat. She sighed at the thought of Gat. It’d been months now, but she hadn’t really gotten over his death. He had been her best friend, and now…she sighed. Always when she drank alone, dammit. She decided to shift the topic off of her, “What about you? You got a lot of problems, or are you just getting ready to go home and slap the wife around, maybe belt the kids a bit.” She asked. She honestly didn’t care, but her tone didn’t reflect her disinterest.