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Emeka Martin

Born to make great deeds: deeds he seeks to bring to life.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen

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Doctor Martin

Armed with a pistol, his genius, and the works born of both his mind and his laboratory.

So begins...

Emeka Martin's Story

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Emeka Martin entered Gambit's bar.

He was not an impressive man, nor was he handsome. Perhaps, once upon a time, in his youth, he might have held an attractiveness, but his wrinkling skin and graying hair, thickly growing beard, and small eyes squinting behind his thick, black-framed glasses took away from anything that could possibly be attractive.

Unless you were one to like that kind of thing, that is.

He tugged at his tie, loosening it as he trudged on toward the counter. He heaved a heavy sigh, then ordered a coffee.

Coffee. At that time of night. He wasn't planning to sleep, it seemed.

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The bearded man rose a thick eyebrow at the small wyvern. "May I help you?" he asked it, reaching up to catch the animal gently in his large hand. If he had been able to do that much, he would turn the animal over in his hand.

"How interesting." he said, taking in the detail. Yes, yes. A rather intriguing creature.

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Emeka chuckled, as well. "An interest in beards? That's rather rare. If everyone had the same opinion, I would have found myself with a wife a long time ago." He gave a short laugh before letting the creature go.

His eyes, behind his thick glasses, flickered to Seno. As Martin reached for his coffee, he rubbed his chin. "Didn't expect another doctor. Especially in Gambit's." he told him.

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"Ah, another on break." Emeka nodded, reaching to grab Seno's hand in a shake. "Nice to meet you. I'm new to town. Name's Emeka Martin." With his other hand, he poured sugar and cream into the coffee, then began to stir it.

His attention shifted slightly, to Ryuutarou and the dragon, who still clung to his beard. He reached for the animal again. "Very nice creature you have. Is it sentient?" he asked him.

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He then shifted his attention, once more, to Anodyne and her escorts. There was a lot of guards here. Enough to make him suspicious.

"Doesn't this place get filled quickly?" he said to Seno. His eyes wandered to the young woman, looking at her hungrily, not in a way that suggested he wanted anything to do with her, but her image.

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Out of the white Volvo stepped out two people. One was an aging black man, the other, possibly his daughter, a young girl of fifteen. She came up beside him, eyes wide in terror.

"What the hell happened? I...I hit something! I didn-" As he was interrupted by Randin, he whipped out his phone, dialing for an ambulance. "Ah...y-yes!"

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Robin turned around with the cloak still over his shoulders, looking for any sort of anything that could get them...well, anywhere.

Nairi would have visions of the girl walking through the house, doing normal kid things in her room, until, one day, a man that carried a slight resemblance, Uncle Martin, came to her room to give her a package. He repeated the same words to Nanna that she told Duke in the alley. She nodded and said "Ain't nobody gonna follow me, Uncle Martin! I promise!" He then informed her that he would not be there when she came back. He was going to run some errands.

The next few memories would carry Nairi out of the room as Nanna tossed on her black hoodie, then ran out the door. This Uncle Martin watched her go, waited a good five minutes, then turned to a grandfather clock that sat in his room. He folded his hands behind him, then stared at it for a while with a sigh.

"This better be worth it." he muttered, reaching a hand up to open the case to the clock, turning the hands backwards. Five-forty-two. Then, he turned the crank at the side, and the clock started to ding.

Like a scene from a movie, the clock predictably began to move apart, all the clockwork behind its face exposed and whimsical as it always was, even the hundredth time. They parted to reveal none other than a steep and narrow stairway down into the dark. As Uncle Martin descended, the clockwork came together again, and Nanna opened the door.

"Uncle Martii- oh, right. Errands!"

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"You've got a lot of memories. Everything you do is about memories," whispered Robin, frowning. "I'm sorry."

Robin, at least, could lock things away in the back of his mind. He could forget, because he had no reason to remember. Not with a long future ahead of him that he couldn't avoid even if he tried.

"Nairi?" he asked. "Hey, uhm..."

The boy faded out as red coated the bottom of his cage, flowing off the edge onto the ground.

The door, just then, opened. It was not, however, the bird boy.

Emeka Martin walked into the room, dragging a chair behind him.

Screech. Screeeeeeech. Screeeeeeeeeeeeech.

He walked with an obvious limp, without a shirt, but bandages wrapped around his shoulder, which had a deep scarlet dot in its middle. The bandages softly rose up and down, as if there was something more beneath them. There likely was.

A large gauze was strapped to the side of Emeka's face. One eye peered at Nairi with a tired indifference at first. He dropped the chair, which thocked loudly, echoing in the small room, then lowered himself, with a groan, atop it. He was an older man. A greying man. A man with years of grief behind his glasses.

"I see you killed your friend, there. Interesting." That indifference became cold, brooding anger that could freeze a large fire. "You've caused me a lot of trouble. You know that, right?"

He was just far enough from Nairi that the werecat wouldn't even be able to tear at his pant leg.

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Silence. Glowering golden eyes met the older man's one good eye in a flat stare that shifted only somewhat with a small satisfied sneer at the level of damage he'd done to the bastard. By comparison, for all the blood that stained Nairi's clothes and skin, he wasn't even scratched.

No words passed the werecat's lips though. They did not need to in order to convey the hatred that saturated his glare.

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"You like to speak with your eyes, mm?" stated the man. He leaned back into the chair, face contorting in pain. He waggled a finger at Nairi. "You. You did me a real number." He spat blood into the puddle at his feet. The red traced around his shoes. He looked pityingly at the dead boy in the next cage.

"If you'd of just come quietly, you might have been alright. I could have called an ambulance, thrown you out in the street." His head popped back gently in dry, sour laughter. "It's never that easy, though. The righteous must fight."

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"You will die, pig."

Nairi's expression did not change as he spoke. "That much is a promise. Remember it."

With that said, the werecat returned to his stoic silence. He would not be baited. It was clear this man did not know who he was dealing with. Not fully. He highly doubted Sarka would approve of him simply being thrown out into the street.

Or perhaps she would. Perhaps that was the game she was playing. People such as her had a habit of thinking themselves invulnerable.

'Patience.' As much as remaining caged was making Nairi want to twitch and lash out, he restrained himself. Robin would come once he was able to. He would kill this bastard, and they would find the information they had come for. He just had to be patient.

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Emeka chuckled. "Don't threat me with something I've known since I was young. We all die eventually." He pointed to Nairi's friend. "Like him."

Shuffling in his chair, the old man's face scrunched up, wrinkles forming around his eyes and nose, until he became comfortable again. "I can understand why you think I'm the bad man, here. What you saw in the next room was..." He bowed his head, mouth turned into a frown. "Indeed my doing." He lifted his face to look into Nairi's eyes. "But some things must be done. Some evils must be carried out for the good to reveal itself later."

He reached up at the door, pulling it open lazily. "I'll have to continue doing things I regret," he continued, revealing, through the door, another cage.

Inside of the cage was a small, young girl, early in her teens. Turned away from them, one could tell she was as pale as frost, both hair and skin. She looked frail and delicate, as though her limbs would snap upon contact. When she turned, her lips, too, and her eyes, were the same. She did not bring her eyes up to Nairi, not yet, but if he looked too long at her, he would notice the rest of the world around him would begin to disappear. The cages. Emeka. The room. All except for him, her. And...

The blood on the ground. The trails curved around invisible contours, but there would be no other thing so long as Nairi kept his eyes on the girl.

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"No good in this." Nairi spat, "You work for her. She only wants chaos. Opportunity. Power. No good." He met Emeka's gaze with bitter disdain, his own eyes hard and filled with loathing. When the man opened the door, he turned his attention that way, narrowing his eyes at the girl that was revealed.

Another victim? Or another creation?

She looked like a china doll, bizarre in her frailty and pallid skin tone. Then the room shifted. It only lasted for a few seconds, long enough for Nairi to tear his gaze away from the child, but it was unnerving enough in that time. The werecat shook his head clear, regaining his bearings.

He looked back at Emeka, then, saying nothing but evidently waiting for whatever explanation the man planned to give.

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He did not give one.

Instead, he said, "Have fun." to the boy, got up painfully, and shuffled out of the door. It closed shortly after.

Only Nairi and the girl was left, and her eyes lingered on him for a long, terrible time. In fact, they never left. She slid onto her belly within her cage, then reached out her hand to touch the blood that now seeped around her iron box. Blood could be heard splattering. The room was silent all for it. A pressure pushed against Nairi, and he might have noticed that it was familiar.

The warehouse. The dark room. There was no mist, but that something breathed just down his neck...

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Uneasily, Nairi shifted away from the girl towards the other side of his cage. She was unnerving, and the overbearing sensation of something around him far from helped. What was this girl? What was she doing?

Where are you, Robin?

Nairi's eyes kept wandering back to her form, only for him to jerk them away again as the rest of the room began to fade each time. There was something wrong about her. Something he didn't understand. Some form of magic was at work, that much was obvious, but just what was it?

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Nairi's eyes narrowed as he recognised their captor, claws protruding from his hands as he dropped into a low, predatory stance. The hands scratching at the walls were noted, but he cared not for them right now. His eyes flicked back to Robin, though. A reckless charge now would leave him at the mercy of the creatures. As much as he wanted to sink his claws into the bastard, he wasn't going to abandon the other boy.

"Stay close," he murmured, continuing the steady and purposeful advance. His golden eyes were locked onto the good doctor with rage boiling behind them.

"No surprise this time, pig." he called out, voice a hiss filled with venom. "Think your nest of babbling little creatures will save you? Wrong. Will hunt you to the ends of Terra if I have to. And will find you. Always find what I look for."

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Some time earlier...

Emeka was on his last few threads of life. He was clinging as tightly as he could, but he could feel himself slipping away farther and farther with each step. He had slid his bandages to the side, and with a wrinkled, stony grimace, he observed the hot redness of his skin rising in infection. Eventually it would turn green and develop pustules. The infection would kill him if he didn't do something.

Glancing at the water, he had a thought. The water wasn't purified, but it would be cold this time of year. Enough to cool the inflamation just a bit.

He moved towards it, slothing with his back bent. His was a haggard mess. His breathing was deep and heavy, accompained by a groan. However, before he reached the grainy white sands of the beach, something caused him to pause.

The reeds rustled. There was a growl. It wasn't like a dog's, or a wolf's, or anything as low or natural. It was a high, vibrating cherrup. It kept going and going and going, higher and higher, until it rose into a scream. Emeka's eyes widened like saucers beneath his glasses. "No, you go away!" he hissed, stepping backwards, away from the reeds. "I made you. I created you! You answer to me! Get back!"

From the bushes came an utterly vile and rejectful creature. Surely the gods of man wouldn't have allowed a monstrocity so disgusting to live. To continue to ilve.

It had the face of a man. Or rather, just barely so. The mouth was drawn into a permanent gape, and flopped limply as though the lower jaw had been removed. The forehead melted over its eyes, from which Emeka could barely glimse, black and beady. None of the whites. So it could see. So it could see so well at night even with its face partially concealed.

"You were a mistake!" growled Emeka. "You were supposed to die in your cage and rot! Move!"

It lumbered toward him, not on hands and feet, no. Its long neck, like that of a snake's, attached to a glob of a body. A glob filled with holes that oozed a diseased, yellow liquid, bubbling and boiling. Carrying it were insectoid legs.Million of them. As it moved out of the bushes further, it revealed that it had more of those globulous sections of its body. Bubbling. Crawling. Screaming.

There was no way for Emeka to run. The creature was so quick. They'd designed it that way.

He had designed it that way.

"God damn."

He'd found himself clamped in the jaws of the creatue before he could even try and make his escape. Not the human jaws- those were no longer there. He'd removed them. He remembered removing them from the man, still alive, on the operating table. He remembered what he'd replaced them with. Those mandibles that slithered out from the back of his throat, strong enough to crack a human skull.

Those same mandibles wrapped around his head, clamping his mouth shut, as it dragged him into the reeds.

As Emeka had staggered towards the lake, the waters had begun to stir. Ripples emanated outwards from a point just off the shore, and had he not shortly been distracted by the sudden assault of the oozing centipede-creature, he might have noticed the surface bulge, and the shape of a face begin to form.

When the creature had revealed itself, the face had splashed back into the water. Teo had been aware of the creature since it arrived - the lake was his domain, and all those who came to it were within his 'sight', as it were. But up until this point, it had not given him cause to eject it. Of course, it was unpleasant, but it had done no more harm than any other predator.

He had been unfortunately too late to warn this man off, however. Now he felt he had to intervene. As the creature clamped down on Emeka, he might have noticed a strange flow of water from the sands reaching his foot and rushing up his body. It climbed up his form until it reached his head, gathering there within the mandibles of the creature. And then, it sprayed outwards. A forceful jet of water directed itself into the thing's throat, causing it to drop Emeka to the ground. Before he hit the floor, more tendrils of water caught him, laying him gently to the sands.

Between him and the centipede, the air sparkled with droplets of water that swiftly began to converge on one another, steadily coalescing into the shape of a humanoid figure. When their glimmering light faded, there stood what appeared to be a young boy in his teens, blue-haired and pale-skinned. He seemed almost translucent in places, and was clad solely in shimmering currents of opaque water.

Teo stared the creature down without fear, before casting a cheerful smile over his shoulder to Emeka. "Do not be afraid!" he called, voice soothingly ethereal, "You won't come to harm on my shores, traveller."

He then turned his attention back to the centipede. "Get lost!" he demanded, water rising from the lake to swirl towards him, "Or I'll eject you myself!"

Emeka cringed into the ground as he gazed up at the figure standing in front of him. His hands pressed against the ground to sit him up, but he wasn't getting up.

He had spent so much time inside that damned labyrinth by himself, often sending his niece somewhere else so she wouldn't get tied up in everything. The only people he had dealt with were Sarka and her monsters, which came by and gave him the materials he needed to continue his work. They weren't friendly. They weren't good people. And the second he did encounter two kids who didn't intend to force him to do the devil's work, he had to hurt them. And then they'd resolved to kill him.

This must have been the first time in months that he'd met someone trying to help him.

The creature rose up on its half a million hind legs and screeched at the boy, confused and hostile. It darted forward, spilling its fluids all around, striking as quickly as a snake.

It was met with a cascade of water, barrelling into it with force enough to propel it entirely off the ground and several meters down the beach. Teo gathered more water from the lake, and again, sent it lashing out at the creature, not giving it any respite. He moved like a dancer, flowing with effortless motion reminiscent of a current of water himself. Each gesture blended seamlessly with the next, in tandem with the motion of the water.

"Kill the beast!" cried Emeka. "It's an abomination. It's unnatural!"

The creature slid in the sand, but didn't fall over. For such a wonky animal, it had surprisingly exceptional balance. It dropped to the ground and sped in a serpentine maneuver toward Teo, observing and dodging the lashes in a manner that hinted an intelligence beyond that of a simple animal, even if it couldn't be reasoned with. Once, twice it was struck, but it was hardy. A creature covered in its own stomach acids had to be.

Trying to get close enough to Teo, it opened its mandables and inflated its elastic throat like a croaking frog, filling a sack with venom that came spewing towards Teo and Emeka.

Reacting quickly, Teo brought his hands up in a swift gesture. The water swirling around him rose like a barrier and abruptly solidified into ice, blocking the venom off. He then swept his arms forwards, and the wall of ice liquified once more, rushing forwards to slam into the creature, splashing around it in a wave to once again push it off the ground. In the next moment, it was ice again, encasing part of the creature's body in a frozen tomb, suspending it in the air.

It thrashed unhappily, every leg spastically twitching as it tried to break free. Emeka grit his teeth.

"It was a man," he rasped at the boy. "Turned into a monster. It needs to die."

Ignoring Emeka for the moment, Teo walked forwards towards the immobile creature. His eyes were sad as he gazed upon its struggles, floating up through the air to come level with its face. "I'm sorry," he said to it, voice sorrowful, "All you know is pain, and hatred. You're blinded by it, you've lost who you used to be."

Sparkling water rose up from the lake to gather around the hovering spirit, and then snaked outwards to the writhing creature. Where the water touched, a soothing and numbing sensation spread through its body, until it was entirely coated in glimmering light. "The person you once were, they're in there somewhere. You know what you've become. I'm sorry that it has to be this way, but I think that it's what you want."

The human centipede glared at Teo from beneath its heavy brow, mandibles clacking at him... thoughtfully. It peered past the boy at the scientist behind him. It looked at Teo once again, and motioned toward Emeka with a low, hateful moan.

Emeka beat the ground with his fist. "Quickly end it! Please. Please!"

"I do this for who you were before," Teo said quietly. He moved forwards as a tendril of water snaked outwards and into the creature's mouth, shooting down its throat until it reached its chest. The water spirit gently cradled its head, and the water burst outwards. Spikes of ice pierced the creature's heart. He held it until it died, before gently lowering himself back down to the ground.

He turned to face Emeka, eyeing the man with distrust. "You said that you created it. You, then, are the one that turned it from man into monster?"

Something of a sigh escaped Emeka as the beast slumped over in death. He rested his head in his hands and slumped forward.

"I... I've done many things," he admitted, a weight in his voice of all the horrific things that had transpired in the last few months. "I hardly had a choice. You... you have to understand. I'm not a bad person!"

That's what he kept telling himself. Night and day. For the longest time.

Teo made his way over to where Emeka was slumped, kneeling down and placing a hand gently on the man's shoulder. "There will be time to talk about those things later," he said, "But you're injured. Let me help."

As he had done with the creature, Teo directed a gentle wash of water towards Emeka's injuries, to soothe and numb them. Where the water passed, after a few moments, it cleansed the infections that had been festering in the wounds.

"You should rest. You're safe here. Your body needs time to recover." he said, smiling. "I'll take you somewhere sheltered."

Water flowed out from the lake again to gather beneath Emeka, cradling him upon it and lifting him to follow Teo as the spirit drifted across the water's edge towards a small alcove in the lake's bank, where he laid him down upon a patch of moss.

Emeka looked around confusedly, then lifted his gaze to Teo. He lifted the bandages and frowned.

"Why?" he asked the spirit. "Why do this? What are you?"

"Because you needed help, silly." Teo replied with a bright smile, "I don't need any more reason than that, do I? My name is Teo, and I'm this lake's spirit. If someone turned up on your doorstep injured, would you not take them in to help them?"

The older man clenched his fists and broke his gaze with the spirit. He let out a sigh.

"Thank you," he said. Though, with everything he'd been through, he felt wary. Spirits had been known to be tricksters. That's what he'd heard. He never had a chance to make sure himself.

"There'll be more of them out there," Emeka said to him. "And... two boys. If they're alive, they'll be trying to find me."

From the inside of his shirt, he plucked a small vial, looking into it. Two eyes peered back at him. "It'll be bad if anyone finds me."

"Why is that?" Teo took a seat on one of the rocks in the alcove, watching Emeka curiously. "You said before that you had no choice, in turning that man into what he was. Tell me, what have you done? And how were you forced to do it? I would like to understand. And what is your name?"

The man juggled with the information he should be giving out. He'd only just met the boy. He had saved his life, but he had only just met him.

"I was threatened. My life, and the life of others, were on the line," he answered grimly. "I am Emeka. A geneticist in Wing City."

Teo nodded his head. "I understand, then. People will do terrible things to protect those close to them. But, perhaps you can yet redeem yourself?" he tilted his head, "Your situation suggests that things have not gone according to plan. You fled from something, or someone. Whatever bargain you made, does it still stand now?"

Emeka looked down again, at the vial. "I... I don't know," he said. "Something happened. But I don't know what. I don't think I'm scott free, but things have changed."

Teo thought for a moment. He wasn't clear on exactly what Emeka had meant by that, but he forged on. "Who threatened you? Why did they want you to make monsters?"

"Someone with a goal. You might know her name, you might not. I was told that, a century back, they were prominent in this world. Inkson. Sarka Inkson. I'm still not sure why. Ruling the world might be it. But that seems wrong."

"I haven't heard it before," Teo said, shaking his head, "But I'll remember it."

He paused to consider, "If you need a safe place, for yourself or for the other people who were threatened, then you can bring them here." he said, smiling. "Very few things can overpower me in my home. And I'd welcome the company. I don't get very many human visitors, and animals don't have a lot to talk about, usually."

Emeka smiled tightly. "I may take you up on your offer, but understand my hesitation. I've not been through the best times this past year. It's hard to put my trust in anyone right now. But thank you."

Teo nodded his head, "Of course. Now you should sleep. Your injuries will heal faster if you rest." he said, "Nothing will harm you while you're here."

Nodding, the wounded geneticist lay down. a hand covering his eyes. At least, if he was killed here by the spirit, it would be away from every nightmare he created himself.

He would be at peace.

As Emeka drifted off into sleep, Teo stepped away and quietly melted back into the lake. Of course, he was still there - but there was no point holding his human form when nobody was watching.

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The present...

As Robin and Nairi made their way along the beach, they would find the corpse of the centipede creature still suspended in ice. It looked oddly peaceful. After a few moments longer, the water near the shore of the lake began to glimmer, and Teo rose from the waters, shimmering. The water of his form gradually went from transparent to his normal pale skin-tone, and the shimmering 'clothes' formed of luminescent water currents formed with him.

"Hello, there!" he said, smiling to the pair of them. "Don't be alarmed, I'm not going to hurt you. My name is Teo, I'm the spirit of this lake."

The wave of water he stood upon the crest of drifted forwards to deposit him daintily on the beach. "You're looking for a man named Emeka, aren't you?"

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Robin blinked, looking towards the young man. He tilted his head to the side. "Uh, yeah," he said, frowning. "How do yoooooooou know that?"

He turned to look at Nairi, nudging him. "Another one of Sarka's... people?"

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Upon discovering the frozen centipede, Nairi had suspected they wouldn't find Emeka alone - if at all. He hadn't had time to read the memories nearby before this one had come out of the lake, though.

"Doesn't seem to fit with her theme." Nari replied, eyeing the blue-haired boy with suspicion. "Where is he?" he demanded, "And what do you want?"