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Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
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bitterchill
Ari turns pale and throws himself to the ground. If kowtowing will keep this thing from obliterating him, he'll bang his head on the floor as much as it likes.
nonbird
"Alarmingly powerful person who is substantially involved in why the infinite sea of horrible monsters has not overrun this universe yet!" says Lazarus.
jovahs_heiress
[...Alarming by your standards or ours, Lazarus? Jane, Glass should bail -] Angela's aura creeps out with a hum of answering choir and angelic benevolence.
andomega
"What are you doing? Stop that. Choirs are my gig. And you did not tell me what the fuck you're doing in my domain."
jovahs_heiress
Angela politely withdraws her aura and attempts to construct an answer.
nonbird
[She is pretty extremely omniscient in an alethiometric sort of way and I would not bet anything we have against her except torching and maybe tenners,] says Lazarus. [Someone should ask the admin about this world.]
jovahs_heiress
Angela makes an executive decision.
In the same motion she makes a wish and tells Jane to bail them out.
The wish leaves a device on the floor of Sally and Ari's apartment.
It is a computer.
In the same motion she makes a wish and tells Jane to bail them out.
The wish leaves a device on the floor of Sally and Ari's apartment.
It is a computer.
andomega
YHWH alethiometrically notices the simultaneous sudden existence of a computer and nonexistence of Angela and, a moment before, nonexistence of one of those magic things.
There is no longer a computer on the floor of Sally and Ari's apartment.
She turns to them. "You. Sniveling humans. What were they doing here?"
There is no longer a computer on the floor of Sally and Ari's apartment.
She turns to them. "You. Sniveling humans. What were they doing here?"
bitterchill
"They were visitors from another world," Ari says, as quickly as he can while maintaining clarity. "One of them has a daughter who ended up here because of a magical interdimensional bar called Milliways. I took her daughter in and cared for her in the week that she was stranded here, then her father teleported here and found her. The women were going to reward me for helping the one's daughter by giving me the magical powers that they had and by destroying the Void."
He does not sarcastically thank her for driving them off. That seems like a bad decision.
He does not sarcastically thank her for driving them off. That seems like a bad decision.
andomega
"Ugh."
She taps her foot, thinking. "Maybe they'll come back and I can interrogate them."
She sits in Sally's armchair to await this eventuality. (Like she's got anything else to do.)
She taps her foot, thinking. "Maybe they'll come back and I can interrogate them."
She sits in Sally's armchair to await this eventuality. (Like she's got anything else to do.)
quite-enchanted
And the mortals cower, with slowly growing headaches, as far away from her as possible.
A man appears, standing just where Micaiah was when he left the universe. He looks like Micaiah, in a way similar to how Glass looked like Angela, but he is not the same person.
He isn't carrying any magic, but he has some - the Gift of magical amplification, and the capacity to mint, and the capacity to enchant. His aura is not out. He has a sensory synth capable of letting him mint off himself with no external intervention, among many other uses. He is extremely immortal in the same way as the rest of the extradimensional visitors.
He looks around, identifies the one in the armchair as the probable threat, and says: "Hi!"
He isn't carrying any magic, but he has some - the Gift of magical amplification, and the capacity to mint, and the capacity to enchant. His aura is not out. He has a sensory synth capable of letting him mint off himself with no external intervention, among many other uses. He is extremely immortal in the same way as the rest of the extradimensional visitors.
He looks around, identifies the one in the armchair as the probable threat, and says: "Hi!"
andomega
YHWH makes an effort to smile. It is... a valiant effort.
"Hello. I'm afraid I may have... gotten off on the wrong foot... with your friends."
"Hello. I'm afraid I may have... gotten off on the wrong foot... with your friends."
"You're apparently pretty scarily powerful," he says with a shrug. "Makes sense they got scared." Crooked smile. "I'm not scared, though. So what's the deal?"
andomega
"Your friends came into my universe unannounced and started doing strange things with strange magic. I came in... somewhat flustered, and demanded explanations, and their squeaky man said that I was 'scary', and they vanished in short order. The cowering humans over there tell me that your goals align with mine. Namely, we all want to get rid of the Outsiders. Is it possible we could... work together?"
"Probably," says Corona. "What's the deal with the Outsiders, exactly?"
andomega
"Infinite writhing sea of horrible sanity-rending tentaclefuckers. Very unpleasant. They think that the existence of this patch of reality, and the life inside it, is something of a personal insult. I spend most of my time and energy keeping them out."
"Well, that sounds annoying," says Corona. Alice is getting explanations from Lazarus and relaying them to the Joker-link. "Apparently we can probably take care of that for you, though. Except the squeaky man really, really wants us to check if your world can be backed up first in case something goes horribly wrong."
self_composed
Stella's aura coinsorter will cough up a tenner when consulted about the problem of the infinite horrors. "Doable, if we want to let a tenner anywhere near her."