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Oct 01, 2022 2:08 AM
Musoka gets yoinked into the Survivorverse
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The good doctor looks around at the SMOKING RUINS of his lab, variously smashed, blasted, and drilled through.

"There is nothing beyond my powers!" he declares, but not sufficiently forcefully to be very convincing.

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"Ouch." Mirror thinks she is NOT going to bring up the whole 'possibly your entire universe is a delusion of yours and you were created out of thin air by a tinker's powers.' thing right now. Or the 'they are about to lock him up and never let him get lab access for twenty years'. Either one.

"... Sorry," she murmurs. "Uh. Maybe another tinker might be able to manage it?" She can't keep the dubiousness of this idea out of her voice entirely.

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The adrenaline of the fight leaving her, Musoka is suddenly confronted with the fact that she is probably not going to see her family for a long time. Or ever again.

Tears (real ones this time) start to form in her eyes. She nods glumly, then looks away, sniffling.

(And, as her hope is overpowered by other emotions, her construct vanishes abruptly, dropping Doctor Dimensional onto the floor.)

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Doctor Dimensional falls to the ground, and his hand darts into one of the pockets of his lab coat -

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And Mirror's hand snaps out (not quite touching him) and he's unconscious.

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And then she looks at Blue Lantern, and sighs.

"No need to give up yet," she says. "It's a ridiculously huge world out there, there's like seven thousand supers with weird unique powers out there. I'm sure one of them can get you home."

... She looks at Doctor Dimensional, unconscious on the floor. "Two of them. Two of them can get you home."

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She startles once she notices her construct fade, but by the time she starts to panic about it, Mirror already has the situation under control.

She cringes. 

"S-sorry about that. I, um. This is my first time doing any superheroing, actually, and..." she trails off, sniffles, and then rallies. "...it's just a lot, I guess."

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"You don't need to apologize! The crisis is over, it's normal to relax. Things are under control."

(Part of the light fixture collapses.)

"... Mostly under control. Mostly. Uh. So you're from an alternate world that has fewer superheroes? Do you know how long its had them?" Blue Lantern is SUPER UNPREPARED for this, part of which can just be that she got randomly sucked in to an unexpected situation (and part of which may be that she's a high-school student), but Mirror also kind of suspects that she did not grow up reading eighty years' worth of superhero biographies and autobiographies and carefully circling the "what not to do" sections.

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"My world has... two active heroes. I'm pretty sure they're both around my age. And one villain. Not really sure what his deal is. He made a public announcement using butterflies. It's... you have seven thousand supers?"

She looks around at the wreckage.

"...is it always like this?"

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Mirror laughs. "Nope! Something exciting involving me happens about once a month and I usually have to get things going. There's a gang war going on, though, so things are a lot more exciting than usual." Also, two superheroes wow that must be the early days!

"And no, there's way more than that. I'm pretty sure Livia has seven thousand supers in her army - uh, she's a power-granter, there's power-granters, but most of them grant really weak powers, and, like, the U.S. Army has hired tinkers to give some special forces guys powers, and they aren't going around superheroing except Recoil? Most people with superpowers aren't capes, though, so seven thousand is probably a cape overestimate for the world even if it occasionally feels that there's that many just in Chicago." 

"... By the way you're in Chicago. Illinois. The United States of America, because you might be from a really different timeline. It's 2012 but going to be 2013 real soon and if you leave a heated room you are going to be very unhappy because Chicago has winter."

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Musoka listens with a combination of fascination, confusion, and concern.

"Um... I think our worlds may be... very different, I don't my world's past looks like this. ...It's 2015, where I come from. I'm from Spain, originally, though I was going to school in Paris, because that's where the superheroes are. I've heard of Chicago but I don't think I could point to it on a ma-" she pauses. "I could not point to it on a map without my ring."

She inhales, slowly, and a faint blue aura surrounds her body. "As long as I have ring charge, I won't get cold."

(she checks her charge level and winces a bit. 45%... she was hoping to have used less than that.)

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"Yes, I think our worlds are very different, since mine has had superheroes since the 1930s." She wonders what WW2 was like without superpowers. "Your powers are really cool but if they are tied to a stealable physical object I, uh, recommend never telling anyone this? I'm not going to say the good guys will take it from you but a random pickpocket might overhear and decide he wants superpowers now." And there are lots of blackhats and maybe the Gentleman who would not just go with the pickpocketing.

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Musoka winces. "Right. I can tell people it's... magic, if that seems believable."

<Ring, update translation protocol while talking to locals. Translate any mentions of you as though I were talking about an innate magical power.>

She looks at Doctor Dimensional worriedly. "Um. How worried do I need to be about him telling people? He heard me call it an omni-tool, before, so he knows it's not an innate thing..." 

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<Understood, though I suggest you avoid relying on that; we may run into native Spanish speakers who can read lips here.>

<Additionally, the data I collected from our dimensional transit may allow us to retrieve this ring's lantern from subspace. Recommendation: request that Mirror escort us to a secure location where we can experiment.>

 

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"So, uh..." the police sirens are VERY MUCH AUDIBLE... "I recommend just referring to it as your superpowers, magic isn't so much 'a thing' as 'something people call powers they don't understand when they're being frustrated with them'."

And - she winces. "You can expect garbled rumors going around that it's a tool. Villains won't trust them but they'll investigate them and they'll probably end up on the internet. At least nobody will hopefully know what physical object?"

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(Musoka looks distracted, with a flash of excitement, but she quickly refocuses) 

"...sure, superpowers, I can do that."

<Uh, superpowers instead of magic. Tell me more about the lantern when there's some downtime?>

She sighs, looking and sounding tired. "I'll keep it hidden, maybe think about whether there is some kind of misdirection I can do." 

She glances towards the sounds of the oncoming sirens. "So, uh, what now?"

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<Acknowledged.>

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"Right now? Depending on how enthusiastic you are about your face not ending up on the internet, either we talk to the police, you put on a mask and we talk to the police, or you quietly tidy yourself out of the way and I talk to the police, and explain that the supervillain got arrested and there's a traveler from an alternate universe with superpowers, and we have the bad guy locked up. Then we see about getting you the paperwork required to legally exist in the US, and, like, a free hotel room, then Very Important People give you money in exchange for interviewing you about being from the future in an alternate timeline."

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She closes her eyes and breathes in, and the blue aura around her expands, shrouding her in a glowing blue cloak that obscures her slight build and fully covers her face, leaving only the lower half of her mouth visible. 

"Let's go talk to the police."

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"Sounds good."

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It is cold outside! There are police cars that have already shown up, and Mirror is happy to deliver an unconscious mad scientist to them "- and he'd apparently summoned a superhero from an alternate dimension, she's called Blue Lantern, she helped me beat him and stopped him from getting away, but we're going to need residence forms for her since she's from an alternate universe -"

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Musoka nods along with Mirror's description, but doesn't say anything unless the police have anything to say to her. 

She listens and looks around, instead, taking advantage of the one-way opacity of her temporary costume's hood to avoid appearing too inattentive. What's (this part of) Chicago like?

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This part of Chicago is mostly tall, wide brown brick buildings, some of them with barred windows, chain-link fences, and/or graffiti. The streets are very wide and the buildings are very large, by European standards, and the sky is largely invisible, completely covered by snow-clouds, but there are skyscrapers visible in the distance, where the brown brick buildings don't block her sight. It's about minus nine degrees Celsius and snowing, which would be much more of a problem for Musoka if she didn't have superpowers.

Also, the police would like her version of the story?

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She was on her way to school in her home dimension and then suddenly appeared in Doctor Dimensional's lab, on a platform and trapped inside a forcefield. He was expecting some kind of weapon and was confused by her presence; she pretended to be an ordinary teenager and feigned a panic reaction to distract him while Mirror approached. Once Mirror arrived and started fighting him, she covertly used her powers to destroy the forcefield trapping her, found cover, and then used her powers to break the device protecting Doctor Dimensional and apprehend him before he could escape. (Her powers are very versatile!)

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The police attitude appears to be a mixture of good-listening, polite-skepticism, and subdued envy of people with awesome superpowers. They write down what she and Mirror say (meanwhile frisking, handcuffing, and back-of-police-car-putting Doctor Dimensional) and then offer her a ride back to the police station, where awaits the forms required for her to demonstrate to the world that she does, in fact, exist.

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