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THE "I'M WITH THE LEGION, I'M HERE TO RESCUE YOU!" MEME

The Time Trapper, the being responsible for bringing people into the Legion's universe, is up to some strange tricks! It's now creating illusions of alternate universes and dumping the Legionnaires into them to try to test them as Legionnaires. Each time this happens, the captives -- er, participants have knowledge of the scenario, their role, and what they're supposed to accomplish planted into their heads, but still remember who they once were.

To complicate things, the Legionnaires from the 31st century aren't the only ones pulled into this adventure. Strange people from many worlds are being yanked in and finding themselves thrust right into the heart of these conflicts.

These universes technically are just illusions (probably!) and all the participants have an inherent knowledge of this, but it's up to them if they believe it -- and the danger is real. If you die in one of these scenarios you stay dead. This time they're being dumped into a scenario where they're...

ON THE RUN FROM THE EMPIRE!
THE SETTING
Cantos Vesa, a city on a desert world that's a seething hive of scum and villainy. An evil empire known The Authority has control of this world. Currently, the Authority's stormtroopers are chasing down individuals that they believe have secret plans to one of their ultimate death weapons, to bring them in for torture and interrogation before they can take the information to the resistance that has set itself against them.

In this scenario, some individuals will find themselves being chased by the Authority's stormtroopers, despite their innocence, and despite not actually having any secret plans in their possession. Others will find themselves with innate knowledge that can be used to protect those who are on the run. Yet others may even find themselves turned into stormtroopers.

Based on player preference, for the purposes of the meme, characters can either lose powers, retain their canon powers, or find themselves with new powers. It's up to you!

Also, yes, you can have a lightsaber. Or a blaster. Go crazy!

SCENARIO A
You're on the run! Unfortunately, this little pocket universe has made you into one of the people being chased by the Authority. Even more unfortunately, you don't actually have any important information, have no idea where you are, and have no idea how to escape. With any luck, you'll come under the protection of someone willing to help you hide. Or perhaps you can hook up with another person the Authority is chasing for safety in numbers!

SCENARIO B
"Come with me if you want to live!" It may be a cliche but now's a good time to say it. You've found yourself with innate knowledge of this city and its hiding places, technical skills that can help you hide someone, and even connections among its imaginary residents. You still remember who you were before, but hanging around inside your brain is all the knowledge someone would have if they'd grown up here.

And it sure looks like that poor person over there could maybe use a hand. They're being chased by stormtroopers and you may be their only hope!

SCENARIO C
Whoops, watch that aim! It looks like you're a rank and file stormtrooper in the Authority's army, tasked with spreading out and finding the person they're hunting. How did that happen? You have enough functional knowledge to not be pegged as someone who doesn't belong -- but you still have to be careful to not do anything to piss off your superiors.

That's something that might be a difficult task if you happen to find who the Authority is searching for. If you want to prevent them from capturing someone innocent, you might have to get real creative to allow the target of their hunt to get away without getting caught helping them.

SCENARIO D
Wild card! Have an idea the meme hasn't suggested? Go for it! The sky's the limit.

OOC INFO
✦ Current players in game can jump into this and do starters if they like so they can play with new players and each other. This meme will count as part of the game canon for those that opt in, though they'll find their memories somewhat fuzzy afterward. These threads can count toward your AC, however the "new CR" credit cannot be applied since not every character joining in is guaranteed to join the game. This takes place after "Where Angels Fear to Tread."

✦ Potential players can use this as a standard test drive and may use these threads as their samples. However, at least two posts in their threads must fit the requirements for apps, both in length (200 words) and in quality. These two posts can exist in any number of threads whether it's one thread or two. If you do plan on using a thread as a sample, please make sure the writing throughout your threads is a good example of your writing skills and has some solid examples of the character's voice.

✦ Potential players can also opt to keep these threads as game canon when they app in, so that their character remembers the scenario and then suddenly finds themselves in the game universe. However, this is opt in and players can choose to introduce their characters fresh if they'd prefer that and no other characters will remember they were there. Please just note which you'd like in the additional info field on your app.

✦ If you are considering apping to the game, currently 35 of 50 player slots are available. The character limit is 4 characters per player. You can also scope out some of the game's upcoming plots here.

✦ Non-players who like the meme but aren't really considering apping to the game are free to jump in. The more the merrier! The Time Trapper wants a confusing situation and will enjoy the chaos of lots of strange people trying to figure out what's going on.

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B.

Rich didn't know what to make of all this. It was a grab bag of awesome and terrible.

Fortunately, the weird alternate dimension scenario seemingly removed all the injuries the Silver Surfer had dealt to him. That was a good thing. Definitely a good thing. Because it looked like there was going to be a lot of running involved and you kinda needed to be able to breathe for that kind of thing.

Unfortunately, it looked like all his powers had been taken away. Hooooray.

On the other other hand, he had a really cool blaster and a brain full of useful information.

And on the other other other hand, this was just like Space Wars. Yeah, he could die or whatever, but it was like Space Wars. Usually space wasn't actually like Space Wars and this was.

"Hey!" he called out to the person the stormtroopers were chasing, laying down fire to cover them. "Hey, you! With the lasers being fired at you! This way!"

The person being chased would be greeted to the sight of a massively large man with a robotic right arm, dressed somewhat roguishly, laying down blaster fire to try to help them.

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Firion had no idea what was going on. His side hurt from a blaster shot he took to the side, rather surprised his armor didn't hold up, and he was unable to find time to try and heal it. He didn't have his weapons and had no idea why not, how could someone lose six different weapons?! Still, without them, he was a bit faster and lighter on his feet now. But he couldn't protect himself anymore. Not for long, anyway.

That's when he heard a voice calling to him, leading Firion to look at the large man with the robotic arm. The man blasted at his chasers, giving him enough cover fire for Firion to make his way over to the man saving him. He just hoped he was making the right decision in following this man. He wasn't an untrustworthy individual, but Firion had been betrayed in the past. Still, the 18-year old trusted his gut and he needed to to get of this mess. He grimaced and held his side as he made it over to the older man. "Thanks, sir. Can you tell me what's going on? It seems I've lost my way."

And is being shot at. No big deal. Not exactly a first, to be fair, but the blaster fire was something he certainly hadn't experienced before.

"Why don't we work on the not-dying first? Seems a good thing to prioritize."

Rich even sounded like a space rogue. Except he actually didn't want to, because that was the same thing as sounding a little like a jerk. He tried again, hoping to sound more gentle.

"I promise I can explain everything but we need to move," he said, guiding the kid by the arm to try to get him to safety. "Especially since you're hurt."

He laid down some cover fire, briefly eyeballing the teen's injuries for the brief half-second of time he had between shots. Not good. Very, very not good. Starting this whole thing off with an injury was bad. He had no idea how long it was going to last or if they'd be able to get out of it soon enough that he could get decent medical attention.

Fortunately, Rich wasn't the worst shot ever. Usually, he was blasting from his hands but an energy beam was an energy beam and they all tended to go in straight lines -- and he'd had to pick up a blaster on more than one occasion. Between the the stormtroopers being crap shots and Rich nudging the kid through a natural bottleneck between two buildings, he managed to put some distance between them and the soldiers.

Then he shot up the struts of large automated mech passing by, that seemed to carrying something for transport, so that it fell into the bottleneck, blocking it off.

"This way."

The little map in his head told him there was a barely used underground undercity in some sections of Cantos Vesa, places that were where the city had once been before more city had been built over top of it. Much of these under levels were filled with stone and sand, but some parts weren't and he led Firion to an abandoned building.

"There's a tunnel opening in the basement. Leads to some hidden under-levels in the city. They won't look for us down there and we can use it to move around the city some without being seen."

Even though he led the way into the building and down the stairs, he still hovered near Firion, trying not to get too far ahead. He was worried about that injury. He tried to make sure he was close enough to catch him if he stumbled or felt weak.

"What's your name, kid? I'm Rich. Rich Rider. I also go by Nova Prime."

Firion didn't mind his tone, it was honestly a wake-up call. He knew he was in the middle of combat, but he was confused and hurt. It let him focus on the matter at hand. He nodded and let Rich guide him around the fire. He wished he could help, but he wasn't sure he knew how to use whatever it was these energy beams came from. They reminded him a little like magic, but with something that shot it out. Squall would be the only one with that sort of experience, he figured.

If he had his bow, he could at least add to the fire in some fashion. He didn't use arrows, rather he shot arrows of energy, created with his own magic. But for some reason, that was gone and he had no alternative.

Firion followed his lead and ran into the bottleneck between two buildings, grimacing when he heard the crash of the automated mech. But it did its job, blocking the area from the enemy for now. This man knew an awful lot about the city, perhaps that's why he could explain whatever it was that was going on.

"My name is Firion," He answered, his face had a sheen of sweat from fatigue and pain. His hand hovered over his side from the unusual injury, but so far, he was alright. He thought he could make it wherever it was he was being taken too. It didn't seem to be bleeding too much at the moment. Not from what he saw through his light blue armor. "You have two names?" He shook his head, that was the least of his worries. "I-I mean, where exactly am I?"

Those stormtroopers didn't look like manikins, but they did look the same because of their armor. And they used weapons he hadn't seen before. He felt it alright to assume he was still no longer part of the Conflict of the Gods. Which begged the question; whose Conflict was this? And why was he now a part of it?

Rich reholstered his blaster and pulled up a moldy rug on the basement floor and a metal trap door was underneath. He pulled it open, revealing a short little stairwell that led into a tunnel. He gestured for Firion to go down first, doing his bed to cover the trap door with the rug in a way that it'd still be over the thing again when he shut it over their heads.

"This whole thing is...hard to explain. There's this really screwed-up, reality-altering being that made this place. Think of it as an actually tangible illusion, a fake world that's real enough to hurt you -- even kill you."

Rich paused as he shut the door over their heads.

"That being? He's pretty much an asshole. Like a giant, huge, huge asshole. He's called the Time Trapper."

Once the door was safely shut, he followed Firion down the stairs to the dusty tunnel floor, and now he even wrapped an arm around his shoulders to help support him. He wanted to get them a little farther along, into one of the many little hidey holes down here, and then he'd see what he could do for his injury.

Firion nodded and stepped down the staircase, keeping to the side to run his fingers along the wall in case he needed the support as he listened to Rich. So a very powerful being was behind all this called the Time Trapper? The crass language reminded him of Jecht though, and he suddenly missed his friends. But he was also glad they were not caught up in all this as well, and hoped they made it home safely. His homeworld friends would simply need to wait a little longer for his return, it seemed.

He sighed, although grateful for the added support he felt around his shoulders.

"I see. Beings with power seem to like to draws others in, don't they?" Not that he blamed Cosmos, but he did have a home he wanted to return to. "What's his reason?"

They always had a reason, he felt. Whether they be Gods or corrupt rulers. Evil mages or traitorous soldiers. They always had a reason for it, right?

"There's this world that's being threatened by this terrible evil called Chronoblivion. It's a monster that wants to eat that whole universe. The Time Trapper lives there and wants to prevent it from being destroyed so he can survive, so he kidnaps people from other worlds to help the heroes native to that universe, a group called the Legion of Superheroes. The Legion are good people. They don't want the Time Trapper doing it, but he doesn't care."

That explained it well enough, right?

"Sometimes he creates little illusion worlds like this to test people. He does it to challenge some of us, ones he's already stolen away -- like me -- to become stronger so we can beat Chronoblivion. Others, like you, we think he does it to test you out to see if he wants to steal you and make you help his universe, too. He'll throw us all in here together and take away our powers or magic or put knowledge in our heads, or do any number of things to challenge us."

He always made it harder than it had to be.

"Right now, he's got those soldiers gunning for you and he put knowledge in my head of the city. So that I know hiding places and secret passages and people in the illusion that can help me keep you safe, as if I was raised here. I think he wants to test us to see if we can work together."

They found a nice little hidden alcove, the ruins of a house in the undercity, and Rich helped Firion sit down on a block of stone, searching through his belt to find the medkit he had there. At least he'd be given good supplies by this place.

"If you take off your armor, I've got some stuff to fix up that wound."

So this whole thing was a test? Firion couldn't help the sigh of frustration. The Time Trapper was doing this all to save his universe, that much Firion could at least empathize with. His own world had been on the brink of destruction, with many of its citizens reduced to mere thousands at best. Whole cities and towns were just gone due to the war with the Emperor. He wanted to see his world flourish again, he didn't want to fight yet another Conflict, however. Especially because this wasn't his own, again.

"Well, I suppose that explains my weapons' disappearance," Firion sighed as he was helped to a block of stone, sitting down and nodding to the instruction. He unclipped the light blue cloak around his shoulders and pulled off the surprisingly flexible armor around his chest, leaving him with a sleeveless light blue colored shirt. He unclipped that as well, leaving it open for Rich to have access to the wound just below his ribs. "Thank you, sir. For the help and explanation."

He just wished he could be of more assistance. All he had were his fists but that wouldn't be of much use with their ranged weapons.

"No problem, kid. There's no way I'd leave somebody to deal with this on their own," said Rich, pulling out a spray that was a bit like antiseptic, topical pain relief, and a wound sealant all in one. "This might sting a little."

The sting wouldn't last long, however. The pain reliever in it worked quickly. As soon as Rich finished, the wound was sealed up, as if the dried spray was like a second skin. It was strong enough that bandages weren't even needed.

"That should hold you over for now," Rich said, packing the spray away. "We need to keep moving. We should see about sneaking to the surface to find you a weapon."

There were a few places that led up to the surface, where they could potentially try stealing a weapon and sneaking back down again.

Firion flinched as the wound was sprayed, but the pain reliever really was fast acting. The pain soon went away, along with the sting, and he watched in awe as the wound sealed up. It wasn't quite like a cure spell, where the wound would be healed but it definitely provided adequate treatment to simple bandages as well. "Wow."

Even as Rich spoke, Firion twisted a little to test it and it held up quite nicely. Firion was very impressed, but quickly moved on to the matter hand, working on clipping his shirt back up and pulling on his armor and cloak. "I'm most familiar with swords, but I've learned to use several others if need be. Except for what those soldiers were using."

He hoped that wouldn't be a detriment to what they needed to do now. Escaping and working together was something he was familiar with, having been in many scrapes with his comrades from the Manikins and the Warriors of Chaos.

"Wow's right, this stuff's like magic," said Rich, marveling at it a bit himself.

Even despite all his time around advanced technology, both with the Legion and back home, he was still just a normal guy from Long Island. Sometimes it blew his mind how advanced some technology was. They'd even been able regrow him a leg during the war once.

"I don't think a sword's going to do much for you here. We need to get you a blaster. I can show you how to use one. You ever use any ranged weapons, like a bow and arrows or something?"

The aiming aspect might be familiar to him if he had, it was just the point and click aspect and "everything goes straight and you don't need to account for wind shear" would be new.

Scenario A

Good news, people could see him. Kids and adults.

Bad news, people could see him. And those guys in white armor were literally gunning for him. Jack flew through the city he was in, weaving around buildings, homes, anything to try and lose the them. They were everywhere! If they weren't chasing him in some kind of ship, they were on the ground shooting energy blasts at him. Although, he had to say, they were lousy shots. A few snowballs to the face knocked them clean off their feet, a blast of ice energy over there, and he was through another throng of them.

He was getting tired, though. He made be a child of winter, but he didn't have infinite energy. Manny wasn't around, the moon here a lot different, and the others were also gone. Which made sense given he was clearly not on Earth. The question remained, however. Just where was he?!

His bare feet smacked the top of the roof he'd landed on, rolling to absorb the impact and quickly ducking through an open window. It was abandoned and it allowed Jack to finally lean against the wall, breathing heavily and holding his staff close. He slid to the ground. What had he gotten himself into now?

"You are really fast."

Had that woman been in the room before? Jack would be forgiven for not noticing her enter if she hadn't been, Parker's ability to sneak in and out of rooms had befuddled professional thieves and even-more professional thief-chasers alike.

"But fast is only going to get you so far. You've got to be sneaky, too." She bared her teeth in a grin, eyes alight with the thrill of evading the chase, and extended an open hand. "I'm really good at sneaky. Come with me, I'll explain on the way!"

Jack jumped at the voice, standing up and pointing his staff in her general direction. He furrowed his brows at her words. Well, of course he was fast! He was aided by the Wind itself, after all. Not to mention running for his life.

"Well, I was never trying to be sneaky before," Jack protested, even if she was right. He had to be sneaky now to get away from those troopers. It was either continue running or chance it with this woman. As he heard the faint sounds of the troopers approaching, he gripped his staff tighter and nodded. Better than nothing, he figured. He took her hand. She would find he was cold, but not unpleasantly so.

The woman had a grip like an iron manacle -- strong, unshakable, and just this side of too tight. She hauled him out through the door into a (fortunately) empty corridor.

"You have unusual hair and I'm guessing you don't want to lose that stick," she said over her shoulder as she dragged him along behind her, "so blending into a crowd isn't going to be easy. Fortunately, we won't have to do much of that. You're not afraid of tight spaces, are you?"

She let him go when they reached a ventilation screen, hand dipping into a pocket and extracting a screwdriver.

"I'm Parker," she added, not looking back at him as she started spinning screws out of the wall. "I'll give you that one for free. First question?"

Jack made a surprised sound as he was pulled along, mot entirely expecting the strength nor the speed from her. But he caughton quick and he kept up easily too, looking behind him occasionally to make sure the troopers hadn't arrived yet.

"Got it in one," He said, holding the staff close to keep it from hitting anything and making unnecessary noise until she stopped and began unscrewing the ventilation screen. "Jack Frost and tight spaces aren't a big deal, as long as it gets me far away from them."

First question? That should have been obvious. "Where am I?"

"Ha, that's a fun one," Parker answered as she pushed the screen to the side to uncover the hole in the wall. "We're on a desert crime planet in an alternate dimension. Or something. I honestly wasn't paying that much attention."

She gestured Jack into the hole, like alternate dimensions were a totally normal thing that she dealt with every day and didn't expect him to be surprised about.

At least Jack could fly, and wasn't wearing decorative (yet quite functional) golden armor with a bright red cape that really didn't help anyone hide. Kozmotis cast a barrier with a wave of his hand, the blaster shots pinging off of it, then with another motion caused a brilliant, blinding explosion of light to mask his escape into the very same building he currently occupied.

He stops short, looking down his prominent nose and blinking golden eyes at the slight spirit. "Ah. Hello there. Terribly sorry, I do hope you don't mind the company."

(For looking and sounding eerily like a certain dark spirit Jack has the misfortune of knowing, this man sounds polite and not crazy at all.)

Flight only went so far without a nice barrier like that. Although Jack did manage to avoid a blaster shot for now and was surprised that were still shooting despite his hiding. Did they find him? Jack chanced a peak out the nearby window only to close his eyes from the sudden, brilliant light. By the time he blinked the stars out of his vision, a man in brilliant golden armor stood before him. His skin was a peachy color, instead of gray, but Jack saw just who was in front of him and he backed up, his staff held before him in defense.

His blue eyes roved the armor and cape, brows furrowed in confusion. Was this a trick? Pitch never had light powers, just shadows and Night Mares.

'I had a family too.'

'We were all someone before we were chosen, Jack.'

Pitch told him he had a family once and Tooth had said they were someone before being chosen... Was it the same for Pitch? Or could it be another lie? Jack bit his lip briefly, holding his staff tighter.

"Who are you?"

Kozmotis, for his part, looks confused. This boy isn't in the same sort of armor that the soldiers with the blasters are carrying, and neither is he for that matter. Though getting shot at could make anyone quite jumpy.

The galaxy was quite the large place, and despite his fame (or infamy, depending on whom you asked,) Kozmotis didn't expect to be recognized. Especially since he's not familiar with this world at all.

"Peace, I mean you no harm," he says, quite kindly. Luckily he didn't have his scythe, or he would cut a very threatening figure indeed.

"I am General Kozmotis Pitchiner." He crouches as he says it, wary for an attack from the window or the door.

"Are you hurt at all?"

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It was weird. Hearing Pitch's voice come out of this person, having it ring kind and gentle with no hint of a motive. It was remarkably close to the time in Antarctica. But the difference was also this man seemingly had no idea who Jack was.

Kozmotis Pitchiner... Why did that sound familiar? Had the others mentioned the name before? It was certainly something he should ask about next he saw them. For now, he finally relaxed his hold on the staff and held up instead. He shook his head.

"No, I'm fine. Just came here to hide," Jack finally replied. "My name's Jack Frost."

Thousands of years would pass before Jack met the shade that the man in front of him would become. Kozmotis has not the slightest idea what awaits him, will not until it's too late to stop it.

"Well-met, Jack Frost."

The sound of gunfire is still echoing through the streets. The soldier wants to stop this senseless attack--he doesn't know what prompted it, but firing on unarmed civilians is unacceptable.

"Have you any idea who these soldiers are? They've not been very forthcoming with me." There's a wry twist to his words, a hint of the sarcastic humor that Pitch is so fond of, but not with that bitter edge.

Jack shook his head, turning around to take a peak out the window again. "No, I just sort of... Landed here. And then, they started shooting and I've been running ever since. It doesn't sound like they're after me in particular but anyone showing some sort of resistance."

Kind of reminded him of one of Jamie's video games. Rainbow Fantasy or something? He'd have to ask whenever he saw the kid again. Jack ducked back and approached the General. "War isn't my specialty, so I'm not sure what to do. Any ideas?"

Like it or not, Jack was going to have to trust this guy for now.

"I would be inclined to agree. They don't seem to be very particular with their targets." Not unfamiliar--Kozmotis has spent his entire military career fighting Dream Pirates and Fearlings, who have no organization to speak of. They don't discriminate between soldiers and civilians, targeting all equally. It was one of the reasons they were so dangerous.

"A few. Finding their commanding officer, for one. Presuming this is an organized force." They have armors, weapons, and he'd heard them discussing tactics and orders. They weren't mindless.

Kozmotis straightens, arm extending to his side--with a curl of his fingers, a golden scythe appears, and he holds it with the ease of long practice.

"I can protect you, or provide a distraction. They'll likely follow me if I'm persuasive enough about it."

(By which he means 'if I attack them.' All in a normal day.)

"Seemed pretty organized to me," Jack muttered as he glanced back towards the window. When he glanced back, the scythe was there and Jack flinched before realizing it was golden and not black. Everything about this guy was the opposite of Pitch. If this really was the same person, then what happened?

"I can protect myself. I think it's better we try to just get out of here rather than trying to distract them," Jack replied, resting his staff on his shoulder. "You can't fly, so it's probably better if I help you get out of here faster."

He looked around the warehouse, what could they use? Of course, it also depended on his the General was willing to go on a sled ride.

Kozmotis scoffs. He doesn't hold their apparent 'shoot first, ask questions never' policy in very high regard. Not one independent thought in the bunch. Soldiers were meant to follow orders, but also needed to improvise.

But it's true--he can't fly, not under his own power. What magic he does have is specialized in his constructs--weapons, shields--and conjuring light. Devastating to creatures of darkness like Fearlings, merely incapacitating to humanoid eyes.

Though with how nervous Jack is around him, he is finding himself quite surprised the boy would offer assistance. He'd expected to set off another light spell and go his own way, which is why he'd called up his scythe in the first place.

(He sounded so certain. Kozmotis hadn't demonstrated that he could fly, but equally hadn't admitted that he couldn't...)

"I take it you have something in mind."

Well, if what Pitch said was true and this is the same guy, then Jack couldn't just outright abandon him! Also, Jack just didn't have a mean bone in his body. He played tricks but his goal was always for laughs and fun. Not to be cruel.

And if there was one thing he remembered about Pitch, it was that the boogeyman couldn't fly.

Jack grinned at Kozmotis and nodded. "I do. How would like to go for a little ride?"

(Right, that's Pitch's job.)

That grin was a promise of trouble to come. But there wasn't much else to do--either they make their way out of here or wait for the soldiers to get the idea that someone might be hiding in here, and storm the place.

Kozmotis doesn't like the odds of being trapped in a building, no matter how poor a shot their attackers are, or how good he and this sprite were in a heated battle.

So, that leaves two options. Either they split up and go it alone, or he agrees to a plan that might very well end with him crashing headlong into a wall.

Well, at least he's wearing armor. He answers with a smile of his own--surely it can't be worse than some of the solar storms they've weathered.

"Sounds fun."

Jack made his way over to the pile of scrap metal, pulling out one that was dome shaped and appeared to be big enough for the general, but Kozmotis would have to give the okay. With a sweep of his staff, he made a solid road of ice shoot straight toward the door, stopping just before it.

He laid the dome on the ice. "Alright then, hop on. I promise, I won't let you get hurt, it'll be fun."

Jack didn't mind fighting, but given how many of those troopers there were. He really didn't want to get tangled up in them and who knew how long Pitch, er, Kozmotis would last. With a hop, Jack was airborne, his clothes billowing slightly from the Wind keeping him aloft. He waited for the general to get on.

Well. This is going to be interesting.

Kozmotis's fingers loosen from around his scythe, and it vanishes in a fine spray of golden light. It's only going to get in the way, it seems--and then he gamely settles down on the metal disc, feeling ever so slightly ridiculous.

"I truly do appreciate that. My nose is already unfortunate enough."

This...is going to be entertaining.

With a hearty chuckle, he was off!

The Wind blast the doors open while pushing Kozmotis forward and as soon as the General was out of the building, he was turning on a corner of ice that Jack recently made, the sprite being only slightly up ahead creating the icy road for the ride. He laughing still, obviously having fun and looking back to make sure Kozmotis was still there.

As promised, the disc didn't veer off the path, but he didn't promise it would be smooth. He saluted the troopers as they passed by, grinning a white-toothed grin all the while as the troopers looked on in what had to be confusion.

"How ya holdin' up, General?"

Oh yes, he's still there--though he's fairly sure he left his stomach in the warehouse--cape billowing out dramatically behind him and promising to get in his face at some point, surely.

Though judging by the wide grin on his face, he genuinely is having fun. A couple of troopers get over their surprise and start shooting at the two of them, but what shots don't go completely wild are blocked by quickly conjured light shields.

"Quite well, thank you!" He laughs, holding on as they go around another wild curve so he doesn't get tossed off.

There's a whole group of them up ahead and Jack's staff was on the ground immediately, skittering lightly as he added his feet as well. He slid easily before launching into the air once more, creating a hill to go right over the troopers. He created a gap and knowing exactly where the downward fall would begin, continued the icy road once more.

He was very quick and very agile, freerunning off the sides of the buildings and any overhangs as they made there way through and around the city and the troopers. "Hey, General? Exactly how far do we need to go to get away from these guys anyway?"

A:

In coming to Morioh, Jotaro had expected there to be some trouble come his way, especially after finding out someone had been making new Stand users - and after one of them had blatantly threatened him to leave town. What he hadn't expected, though, was to find himself in a desert being chased by weird people in white armor.

Honestly, it reminded him of some of those old sci-fi movies his grandpa liked - though the soldiers looked more like a weird knockoff.

Either way, they were being a huge pain in the ass, and, y'know, trying to shoot and capture him. He assumed that he'd been pulled into some illusionary world by a Stand, and so didn't feel too terribly bad about dispatching the mooks as they got close. Those seeing this who had experienced weird, supernatural phenomena would see and hear a pastel purple ghost-thing hovering close to Jotaro and one-shot punching down the stormtroopers. To everyone else, it looks like some invisible force is taking them out as they get close.

Once the nearest group is clear, he turns and starts to run, making an annoyed face as he spots a gawker. "Get the hell out of the way if you're not going to help!"

"Jotaro-san?"

Should he be gawking? No, probably not. But at least it's not because of his powers that he's staring—Josuke's just surprised to see him at all. On one hand, it was a bit of a relief to see a familiar face, but on the other, it really didn't make this situation any less confusing.

The surprise wears off quickly, though, as he sees even more of these weird-looking soldiers approaching in the distance.

"Great," he says, mildly exasperated. "There's more of them. They just keep coming! How many more are they gonna send after us?"

He was getting tired of running. He wants out. It's hot and there's so much sand in his shoes. So much.

Wait, shit, that wasn't some random person, that was his technical uncle. This just lends more credence to the idea that this is clearly a Stand-generated world or something to that effect.

He stops once he gets close to Josuke, pausing to take a look back. "I don't know - we need to find out how to make them stop, and to do that we should locate the user," he explains, with a subtly annoyed look. "Though that's easier said than done."

"Right," he nods. Definitely easier said than done, though, especially where there were Stands involved. (And Josuke didn't doubt that too much, either. This was no less bizarre than anything else they'd dealt with.) Having Jotaro here was a plus, but they were still severely outnumbered, and he wasn't sure he even knew what kind of power they were up against. Hmm...

"Do you think these soldiers are part of it? Maybe we can use them somehow."

They seemed real enough, he thought, but it was possible they were being controlled.

He can't really see what it is that's causing the soldiers move away from this man, but whatever it is - it's useful. He's strong and determined; good traits to have when you're out being chased by whatever these things were, Dio doesn't care. At this stage he is at a loss about how to comprehend the fact that everything is a lot more ... advanced than he remembers, and he can't exactly explain why, so he quietly takes in the scenario and analyzes it as best as he could. Anyone who chases after him not professing their faith, obviously bad. People are yelling and screaming and it's irritating. Their voices are grating on his mind, nails down a chalkboard. Their anguish inconsequential when as far as he knows nobody he's interrogated has given him a straight answer as to how to get back.

And then he hears him yell in annoyance -

- He's not one to obey a random order. But if this man is capable of defending himself, then he wants in, and he'll figure out later on just what it is that protects him and allows him to move so brazenly through this crowd.

"Stop yelling. Those who don't want to get out of the way will have their fates decided for them eventually." This man (as far as he know) doesn't know him. It would do Dio well to be as polite as he can. "If you're running to safety, I will join you."

His country boy fists aren't exactly useful here. Belatedly, Dio wonders if his look had been pathetic enough that a stranger will take pity on him. Trying to imagine how Jojo looks when he looks sad and people want to comfort him is disgusting, and he doesn't think he can stomach even the idea of emulating such a thing. But - this guy was the kind to warn off people, wasn't he? There's a chance he might not refuse.

So when you spend a very intense fifty days chasing down someone that culminates in The Worst All-Nighter Ever, followed by roughly ten years of looking into cleaning up that same person's mess, their face is kind of burned into one's mind.

So when Jotaro realizes that the person he's yelling at looks a lot like Dio, and sounds even more like him, albeit younger, it gives him pause. It's not just his voice, either, that kind of pompous arrogance takes him back to that night in Cairo pretty quickly. His first thought that this is some more Stand-related bullshit, but that makes no sense. He would know nothing of a younger Dio for a Stand to draw upon to make this illusion, if it is an illusion.

There's a short moment where Jotaro draws a breath, then sighs to himself with a brief closing of his eyes. Trying to sort things out and considering the possibilities of Stand tricks within Stand tricks makes him truly realize just how fucking weird his life is, and how much he needs some asprin.

Less worrying now, more curiosity later. If this is indeed Dio, he obviously does not recognize Jotaro, which hopefully means he doesn't want to kill him for being himself.

He starts moving again, glancing back at the blonde young man with similar annoyance as before. "Do what you want, but I'm not slowing down if you don't keep up!"

There's a flash of anger at the boy's face at his words. It seemed completely out of place for anyone who doesn't know Dio. But it's only there for the briefest moments until Dio smooths his face into something more palatable.

His palms, however, have half-moon indents where his nails have impressed themselves tightly, manifesting his outrage at this stranger's words when he implied that he'd be left if he can't keep up. Those aren't the kind of words to be said to him. In fact, the last time someone said that kind of shit to him he practically beat them up, so as far as he's concerned, it's an assault to his pride.

For now, he just smiles and stops grinding his teeth as he follows him.

"That's not going to be a problem."

For now, he should juts focus on making sure he doesn't lose his temper and quietly observe this man. It's strange how he paused when he first saw him. That's something to be explored, as far as he's concerned.

He glances quickly at their surroundings. Frowns at the massive ... vehicles that they seem to be coming out of, and the smaller ones that the soldiers seem to be landing on the ground at a distance.

"Can you pilot one of those?"

It's probably not wise to let this stranger stay behind him, but all else fails, Star Platinum can keep a watch over his back while they're fleeing.

"Good," is all Jotaro answers to the assurance that the younger man will keep up. His question causes Jotaro to look as well, and to briefly consider it. He might be able to figure it out, given enough time, but brute forcing and pokerfacing a video game and a sci-fi military vehicle are two decidedly different things. Not worth the risk, really.

"No, I'm no pilot," he answers curtly after a momentary pause, then diverts to some buildings. He doesn't even bother checking to see if the door is unlocked, he just stops a short distance from it, sending his Stand to burst the door open - both because it's quicker, and to see what kind of reaction, if any, it draws out of his companion. "Inside!"

He follows. He does not see, nor even look at where Star Platinum was supposed to be. All he knows is that this man has some kind of ability that is currently beyond his knowledge, and this is deeply unsettling. Dio isn't the kind of guy who'd like to be stuck in a situation that's wholly unfamiliar to him and is offering no reward for staking his claim in it. At the moment, everything is frustrating and he is a quiet, but nonetheless polite, accessory to this man.

The position is grating, but he tells himself: it's temporary. There is still time for this world to become a dream he can wake up from. There is still time - provided that he gets over the small inconvenience of death in this world, should that ever happen - to learn about everything else.

He keeps himself low and away from the windows. Hiding like a rat .... he grits his teeth. Glances at this stranger.

"We have some time." He is glowering. Some of that facade he's had on his face for a while falls, and there's something ineherently animalistic about his face. "I have questions."

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Jotaro Kujo | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond Is Unbreakable

That is officially my favorite Jotaro username, I'm so glad.

I was honestly surprised it hadn't been taken yet!

It's so perfect!

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