THERE IS SOMETHING NOT QUITE RIGHT with this world. at first a flicker of static & disquiet like consciousness fluttering at the outer reaches of a half-forgotten dream. but then, the unsettling ripple of déjà vu. the multiverse is a convoluted anarchy of lost worlds and warped galaxies that can only be glimpsed through the looking-glass of a black hole. a moment ago or was it ? time moves differently in the fissures of reality he’d been hovering beneath a swirling rift in the space-time continuum just over the new york city skyline, nanoseconds before calculating the exact cause & origin of the cosmic anomaly. and now . . . now he’s here.
WHERE THE HELL IS HERE ? or rather: WHEN ? . . . god, he hopes it isn’t when.
until he can find solid proof this place isn’t a skrull-infested warzone, he’s working under the assumption that even the masked vigilante approaching is an ENEMY. the familiar thrum of the repulsors being set to FIRE sings like an electric pulse, a hit of pure adrenaline, the center of his palms blazing blue like the hottest parts of a flame.
❛ don’t take this the wrong way but i’ve had an unusually high number of people try to kill me in the past few days. at this point it’s best just to play it safe with anyone in A CAPE OR A MASK. ❜
@crynarie / / WELCOME TO THE EDGE OF THE MULTIVERSE.