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The blonde raised an eyebrow confused. “Monster?”
“D-did I say monster?” The girl sputtered... but yes, yes she did say that, and very clearly too. “Well it’s more of a... corrupted, multidimensional... entity. Never mind.” Viridian jabbed the pen in her hands down on the table, making dots where there should be words. She didn’t have nearly enough info to fill any of this out. And no time.
“Umm. Can I mail this in later?”
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Viridian covered her nose to keep from breathing in that old high school smell that seemed to be one of the odd constants across the multiverse. The being meant to be a teacher- she was usually a teacher if she could help it- but her young appearance had again betrayed her and she was now starting her first day of school in a little town called Forks. And.... she was soaking wet. The downpour she’d woken up to that morning only lightening to a heavy mist just as she’d reached the front door of the school building. Already a grand experience. But at least nothing was trying to kill her.
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“No please... no I’m fine. It’s just a cold please... do you speak engli- no why would you?” The girl was being dragged, literally with her feat scrapping the ground, by two enormous... octopi? Bipedal, strikingly violet octopi who did not speak except to gurgle frustratingly to each other as she failed to cooperate. By the sterile white of... everything and the sharp smell of chemicals the being gathered that this was soooome kind of facility, likely medical, and yes, she was sick, having caught some minor cold or flu or something in the last dimension she’d visited. If she’d just stayed there, her powers would have handled it and she’d be right as rain by now but having jumped recently she was back to square one; a mostly normal human body with a mostly normal human immune system. And quite frankly, it was kicking her ass. She snuffled loudly, head pounding. She had no energy to fight off her assailants but knew they could not do whatever it was they were planning. She appreciated that they were trying to help but could only imagine what kinds of alien treatments were waiting... what they’d do- okay enough of that.
If only there was someone around she could talk to... someone... someone... “Wait! WAIT! I’m with him!” She cried out loudly, pointing wildly in the direction of a boy... no a man, plain looking with tawny hair and that nose, but unmistakably human and possibly a godsend.
“H-hey you, you there! Help!”
‘.... .....shit....’
based on this because that’s BASICALLY what happened.
@of-skeletons-and-curses hope you don’t mind I drew Greg in kind of a mix of his fc and toon self.
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“Thank you so much my dear”
“...” She puts the tray down gently, avoiding his eye. “Not that I need you to know that I baked them myself but... I baked them myself.”
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It was a beautiful day in a lively, sunny little village; the kind filled with faux-cobblestone streets and brand-name outlet shops, the air strongly smelling of greasy food vendors and sun-tan lotion. People, mainly tourists by the looks of them, crowded the streets and somewhere in the background gulls cried and waves gently crashed along a beach which Viridian could only imagine, on such a warm day, was swarming with vacationers.
Though she wasn’t fond of crowds it was a damned nice change from the places she was usually spat out. Civilization, even fake, over commercialized, over populated modern day American civilization was heaven after a long stint bouncing from one poverty stricken and/or alien world to the next.
All life in the multiverse was valid, of course... Viridian knew that. The being also knew what she preferred and this was essentially it.
And she had money! That was a nice surprise, waking up with a golden, gleaming credit card in her pocket. She was wont to be suspicious but maybe her company was finally starting to feel bad for her after all the hell she’d been through. So what was an interdimensional traveler to do first thing after ending up in a new location with no trouble in sight and some dough to spend? Well it was simple actually: Ice cream and lots of it. She stood in line patiently, drumming her fingers on the sides of her jeans (which were actually appropriate for once.) It was a long line, obviously, but indisputably worth the cold and creamy treasures that awaited at it’s end.
Funny thing though. Hot day, probably summer. Ice cream, shops... she’d expect to see more families around. Or. At least couples. Or... even some elderly with their grandkids. But everyone around looked to be about her age, 20 or 25, not much older. Spring break maybe? Yeah, that must have been it.
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It was like a desert but without the heat. The wind carried pale sands along the ground in swirls and waves around the girl’s feet. She could see far into the distance, the dunes stretching for miles looking almost alabaster against the dark navy blue sky. No moon or stars, no constellations to give her a clue where she’d ended up this time. Still something foreboding told her it was likely nightfall and the sun might make an appearance at any minute, bringing along with it whatever inferno had created this wasteland.
Silently she glanced upward, broadcasting her thoughts back to her company to request even just the barest scrap of information; but like many times before was met with a cold silence. And so the being heaved a sigh and with no shortage of resentment, began to walk.
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Viridian didn’t technically need sleep but well... she liked it.
And so she questioned how she’d managed to land a job that involved waking up so early every day. Usually when the being needed to work she went for something much more... low profile. Something where her shift started at noonish and the most she did to influence the world was design the cover of an off-brand cereal box, maybe a coffee mug or two.
Being a teacher... that was a lot of responsibility.
Teaching up and coming super heroes? That was worse!
So much for not interfering! She thought with a tired sigh as she trudged along the morning crowd of commuters. Her mind wandered, thinking of a place on the corner she could stop for a bagel and some coffee - a lot of coffee - and then she reminded herself that she should be grateful she got the gig at all.
Because it meant that she’d get to see her favorite student... which was almost worth waking up so early in the first place.
