Snippet #2656830

“Eze.” The word rolled neatly off Madison’s tongue, forming into sound, a word, a name. He tested it once again beneath his breath, feeling it out, before smiling once more and nodding at the lizard. “Alright, Eze. It’s good to meet you- although, again, I would have preferred other circumstances, to be honest.” The vampire then extended a hand for a shake, uncertain if the other would understand the gesture, but offering it anyway out of politeness’ sake.

Stride, on the other hand, only gave a brief nod to affirm that she had heard “Eze” give his name, giving her jawline a light scratch as she directed a majority of her focus onto Mr. Robocop (she refused to call him by any other name, as this man was undeniably either Robocop or the Terminator). “So ya don’t know much ‘bout this whole thing, either.” Her voice was little more than a mutter as she continued to eye the man, occasionally switching her attention to over his shoulder in order to ascertain nothing of particular importance was happening. From the looks of it, all that was going on was two girls- one more human, the other...not so much- having themselves a happy little conversation, with the human-one showing off her dragon.

The woman was half-tempted to make a comment about at least taking the chick to dinner first.

Soon enough, however, another one was added to the mix- a male, who the pair shouted at for a while before the little group converged. Satisfied with what she found, Stride glanced back, watching as Robocop helped Godzilla with his duffle bag, as the latter didn’t seem to have any real idea as to how the thing worked, exactly. While this wasn’t exactly the most remarkable thing to look at in the situation, out of the corner of her eye she could easily see Madison nearly bursting at the seams, watching the two interact with obvious intrigue.

And then, the dam overflowed.

“Excuse me, sirs,” he began, absentmindedly rubbing his hands together as if brushing dust from them, “but I couldn’t help but wonder something; where did you come from?” He paused, letting the question hang there for a moment, before continuing. “I don’t mean continent-wise, but rather...well, general...place, you could say? The voice had mentioned us being in ‘another world’, and it’s fairly clear that we weren’t all brought from the same place.” Always looking for information. Even when locked in another “world” by the sounds of things, Madison’s thirst for knowledge lingered. And the way he saw it, there was no reason not to ask; after all, it wasn’t exactly the most confidential topic, given the fact that both a cyborg, some sort of draconic being, and a vampire were all gathered in same place- among various other beings.

Before the pair could answer, however, both SCION members became aware of a shadow looming across the arena. Casting darkness about them, and effectively making the umbrella unnecessary. Stride was the first one to peer over to see what had caused it, and found herself staring right into the face of some armored...thing.

Rather than leap back in shock, or even start unholstering her guns in an attempt to fire at the thing, the hybrid only muttered a “the hell is that” before checking to make sure that her weapons hadn’t somehow been taken from her. Once her fingertips had grazed the metal again, Stride was satisfied, and contented herself to squint at the figure for a while longer before turning back. A walking suit of armor certainly wasn’t the oddest thing to happen today, after all, and she doubted it would be the last. And, at any rate, she had seen several pieces of sentient armor when investigating haunted houses. Better to leave the thing to those it bothered, she mulled. Better to leave it until it tried to make a Happy Meal out of someone’s soul. (Ba-da-da-da-da, it’s lovin’ it~)

Her vampiric companion was just as unfazed- if not just as curious as he was before. Absentmindedly, Madison felt for his pocketbook, only to find the little nooks within his dress to be empty. A shame; while he had no qualms about putting things to memory, it was a strong habit to at least have some solid evidence of what he’d heard.

Maybe there was something for him in his duffle bag. Maybe. He’d have to check later- for now, he was too enthralled by the idea of milking the strangers for evidence of the Multiple Worlds theory. The others at base would have a field day with this kind of research, really.

And speaking of the devil…

A familiar red, flaming plume of hair suddenly flared up in Madison’s line of vision, accompanied by an equally familiar tall figure attached to it, and her accompanying accent and lines of insult. One Kora Norrevinter. Before Madison went and called out to her, however, he became aware of certain...things that didn’t exactly apply to their Kora.

Namely, the lack of werewolf scent anyway on her body, the fact that she was currently cursing out a “Liberty” (while he knew that she did not originate from the Americas, he doubted that she hated them that much), and her current uniform.

The whole, well, spontaneous combustion was also a dead-ringer that things were not exactly right, too.

Stride seemed to recognize the woman equally as fast, although she was not as swift to recognize the differences as Madison. At first, she could only see the redhead as the Kora from base, the one that ended up hosting most of the chugging contests to her knowledge. Needless to say, the hybrid felt a bit pleased that she wasn’t the only fighter to get dragged into things, and was about to call out a jeer when suddenly, that Kora burst into flames.

“The hell?” The word came out admittedly a bit louder than intended, and Stride instinctively took a few steps back in surprise. As far as she was concerned, people didn’t randomly just burst into fucking flames. Before she could react further, Madison had suddenly taken a hold of her arm, giving a light tug and rising to full height. He leaned in just slightly towards the other’s ear, and began to mutter, taking care that those around them couldn’t hear.

“Look. That’s not our Kora; she doesn’t have the right scent. And you don’t see her burning, do you?” Indeed, the woman didn’t seem pained by the whole event- merely very, very pissed. Stride could only watch for another minute as the Norwegian cursed out “algae-eaters” before shaking her head, watching Kora- well, Kora’s doppleganger- with puzzlement.

“Alright,” she grumbled, “this shit is just gettin’ weirder n’ weirder.”

She knew well enough not to run up to the familiar stranger, shouting things like, “Hey! I know you don’t know me or anything, but I’ve known you for ten years in my world. Wanna go grab some beers?” After all, for all they knew, this Kora could be...a lot more different than theirs, to say the least.

They’d have to watch for now, but all Stride could think at the moment was that she had somehow found herself in an episode of “The Twilight Zone”.