Oz blinked once in shock as he found himself elsewhere.
Glancing around at the massive building, the dark haired teen tried to place where he was now. The white marble and steel was new, modern and a glance up at the vaulted roof far above made him idly wonder if some god had summoned him to Olympus. The statues of heroes that stood around him gave some credence to that thought.
Shrugging his shoulders, the werewolf moved through the corridors thinking that if some god wanted him to be impressed it would take more than a facelift to their home to do accomplish that.
Stepping around a steel giant brandishing a hammer that would give Thor a complex, the young man tried to remember how he had gotten here. He remembered being held captive and experimented on by the government after returning to Sunnydale and then… Nothing until he showed up here.
Shaking his head as he rounded a corner, Oz froze as a blue screen popped up in front of his face and a short cinematic movie began to play. As the story of the Omnic crises and the formation of a band of Heroes called the Overwatch began to play, the teen felt a smile tug at his lips.
"Cool."
Moving through the museum, Oz stood and watched as the different heroes had their stories told. This was definitely something he would want to do back home.
Someone should remember the heroes.
With a shake he tore himself away from the morbid thought and turned himself into the great Atrium that made up the center of the building. While massive, the building seemed to be almost completely deserted with only a handful of people enjoying the exhibits.
Waving at a couple of kids that had been enjoying the exhibit, Oz smiled as the younger one talked animatedly about some battle that had been highlighted in the clip. The older boy just rolled his eyes and moved on to the next exhibit with a shrug.
Staring at the smaller kid's cast, Oz tried to imagine how odd things were in this new world. According to the films, there were actual battlefield nurses that could return people from the mostly dead, but a broken bone still necessitated an old fashioned support brace.
Shaking his head at the incongruity of the situation, Oz turned towards another towering statue when he felt a tremble in the floor moments before the sound of an explosion got his enhanced attention.
Turning towards the sound, Oz was already moving when nearly a thousand pounds of enraged great ape in armor came crashing through the skylight and crashed to the ground near the kids.
Out of the corner of his eye, the teen saw a dark clad female land and then aim at the gorilla, the presence of two innocents not stopping her in the slightest.
With a burst of energy Oz felt the wolf begin to emerge as he rushed to save the pups that the woman had put in danger.
As his eyes shifted to gold and a line of dark hair sprouted down his spine, Oz forced the transformation to a halt as his speed doubled. Leaping over the white armored ape as it moved to cover the children, Oz slowed slightly to scoop the duo up in a tight hug before sprinting for cover.
Behind him he could hear the hero comment in surprise at his appearance before the big man moved to rejoin the fight.
Sliding to a stop behind a rather heavy display case, Oz dropped the two shell-shocked kids off and peeked around the edge. Apparently in the short time since he had been running, the fight had grown by two; a yellow clad girl in a leather jacket and a man in black with a skull mask on.
Oz was guessing the second guy was a baddie, he might have been wrong, but the skull motif did give off that vibe.
A quick check revealed the two children were unharmed despite the crazy lady's negligent combat style. Whispering a soft prayer of thanks for the ape man's protection of them that he had learned from the monks he had trained with, Oz turned back to the battle.
Apparently during his moment of checking on the civilians, the yellow woman had run out of juice and was currently crouched behind another display case while the evil queen looking woman rained sniper fire down on her from the elevated position of the walkway above.
Oz was contemplating what to do when he felt a slight tug on his arm. Glancing down at the determined eyes of the youngest kid, Oz blinked as the boy pointed out into the battlefield imperiously and with a look that would put Willow's resolve face to shame, demanded to know what Oz was going to do.
Glancing back out, the werewolf let out a sigh as the ape man fell to the skull masked baddie. "Fine, guess I get to play the hero," He grumbled as he focused his thoughts on what he wanted from the wolf for a second before turning himself completely over to the change.