You know the story. Of a mortal, chosen by the gods, given powers unimaginable, expected to follow their orders and restore their precious balance, no matter the cost. My story is very similar to those old legends. I was just a simple, mortal man, just trying to survive an everyday life without too much difference other than a different set of songs to listen to on my way to work. In other words, my life was average and, in some instances, boring. But I never complained, never wished for anything more. Because I knew there was nothing more in my world. No powers other than minor cases no one ever believes are real. No alien or extra dimensional races interested in our world because there is nothing here. Nothing but human cruelty.

I never expected anything to come from my world other than greed, betrayal, debauchery, and death. Then, I died. Now I hear you asking; if I died, how am I speaking to you? First, the mortal body can be legally dead for a few minutes before needing resuscitation. Second, I'm getting to the real reason I'm talking to you. Just let me start from the end.

You know the drill, a day like any other. Sunny, lively, full of singing birds and angry drivers. I was on the bus on my way to work. I remember sitting next to a mother and her 5-year-old daughter. They were on their way to meet their family and were taking the bus because their car was getting a tune-up. We weren't expecting what came next. No one ever does. I don't know exactly what happened, only that one moment I was sitting in my seat, listening to some random song, the next moment I'm on the wall of the bus, blood on my head and the bus flipped onto its side. I was confused and most likely had a concussion.

I looked around to get my bearings and saw a few people had died from the crash. The smashed glass, caved in heads, and spatters of blood were a clear indication. I heard shouting from outside the bus. I managed to maneuver myself to see out the open backdoor. The mother was struggling with a few people reaching for the bus, crying and screaming. I looked to where she was sitting and saw her daughter was stuck in a seat belt, dangling in her seat. I made my way to her and tried getting her out. The seat belt was stuck and wouldn't move. I looked around and tried to think of some way of getting her out. I found a shard of glass and picked it up. I cut the seat belt and carefully caught her body.

I made my way out of the bus, girl on my shoulders and was making my way to the crowd. I couldn't hear exactly what was being shouted from the crowd, but I remember them gesturing me over, looking like they wanted me to hurry up. I don't know what compelled me to turn around, but when I did, my heart stopped. Straight out of a movie, the bus wasn't the only vehicle in the accident. We'd apparently hit an oil tanker and gasoline was soaking the ground near the vehicles. To make matters worse and even more like a movie, a power line had been severed and had ignited the gasoline. The fire was rushing towards the truck fast. Unnaturally fast. I didn't have time to react, or even to move another step. I took the girl off my shoulder and held her close, trying desperately to save her from the shock wave and any shrapnel that may come our way. I closed my eyes and braced myself. I felt the blow to my body and found myself on the ground.


The first thing I noticed was the girl was gone, then I noticed the flames were gone as well. Same with the bus and truck, the mother, and the crowd of people. All I saw was that I was at the end of a long hallway, in front of a large black door, kneeling on a grey tiled floor. Behind me the hall was dark, impossibly dark. I couldn't see passed 3 feet in that direction. I turned back towards the door and saw it had very intricate designs all over it. They almost seemed to be shifting, almost like flames were flickering nearby and causing shadows to make it seem alive. Before I could even contemplate that there was no source of light anywhere, the door opened.

"I swear they never show me any respect. I'm the oldest of all of them! The least they could do is say please and thank you! Just once! That's all I ask!" I watched as a beautiful woman with long midnight black hair reaching the small of her back, an hourglass figure, glowing golden eyes and a thigh length black and silver dress with matching gloves and ankle high boots with 1-inch heels step into the hall. I found myself frozen in place as I watched her rant, basking in the black-haired beauty that was right in front of me. "They better treat me with the respect I deserve or I'm going to…"

She cut herself off when she noticed me in front of her, especially how close we were. She'd been so busy ranting and I'd been admiring her so intently neither of us noticed how close she was getting until she was an inch from my face. We stood there frozen for a few seconds before her entire face turned red and she stumbled away from me. "Eep!" She tripped as she tried backing away from me and on instinct, I wrapped my arm around her waist to prevent her from falling. Her face went even redder and I thought I saw steam coming from her ears. She started stammering, trying to form a coherent thought when a voice shouted from beyond the door.

"Denise! Stop fooling around and bring him in here!" a masculine voice shouted out. The now named Denise jumped, scrambled from my arms and busied herself by straightening her dress and trying to get her blush under control. "And hurry up! We're on a schedule!"

"C-coming!" Denise turned to me and avoided eye contact, her blush threatening to come back. "If you'll please follow me. We'll tell you why you're here and what happened to you." I could only nod at her words trying my damnedest not to blush myself as I followed her through the doors. I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering over to her as I followed her into a large chamber filled with giant statues of men and women. I finally managed to pull my gaze from Denise as I noticed she was leading me to a group of people seated in elaborate thrones. "Here he is Gareth. Not like you'll thank me for bringing him." I held back a chuckle as I heard that last part. She'd said it under her breath, so I was the only one to fully hear it.

"What was that Denise?" said the blonde man sitting in the center throne. He was tall with short cropped hair, wearing golden robes and a silver wreathe on his head. I noticed a look or arrogance in his eyes and felt an air of annoyance about him.

"N-nothing!" said Denise. I glanced at her and saw a startled look upon her face. A Second later she looked crestfallen and sad. I felt a pain in my chest and decided to try and cheer her up. After a second of thinking I smirked and leaned closer to her.

"Gold throne, gold robes, silver wreathe. Wow he's really full of himself huh?" Denise held back a snigger at my comment and tried hiding her mouth from the other people. "I get it, you're important, doesn't mean you got to rub it in our noses." At this she laughed, unable to hold it in anymore. I also saw a few of the others holding back laughs and Gareth glaring at both of us.

"Why you insolent…" Gareth was cut off by a little girl who was seated in a throne next to an empty throne. The girl looked to be about 8 or 9. She had short blue hair, a white dress and had a cerulean throne. She also appeared to have red eyes.

"That's enough Gareth. You know we can't do anything to him. Also, he does raise a good point. It is rather arrogant to boast your position with gold. It seems you want to be treated like a mortal. I thought you were above such things."

"I am!"

"Well you certainly don't act like it," said a woman on Gareth's left. She had long red hair, a slender figure, a long glittery dress and green eyes. She had a seductive look to her and a devious smile on her lips. She looked like she belonged on the stage of a Vegas casino. "You constantly act more like an angry mortal king rather a deific entity. You really need to act appropriately."

"I do! You're the ones who choose to act like mortals! Especially you Lucy! Wearing that ridiculous outfit! It's unfitting of you!" Gareth shouted, pointing at the woman in red. Lucy, as she was then named, simply smirked and crossed one leg over the other.

"I happen to think it's rather appropriate, given my realm of influence."

"We think she has a point Gareth," said a pair of twins on Gareth's right between him and the little girl. They appeared to be both girls. The one on the right wore a purple dress decorated black designs all throughout and had short black hair with purple tips, her bangs covering her left eye. The one on the left appeared to be a direct inverse to her sister. A black dress with purple designs and purple hair with black tips and bangs covering her right eye. "We believe we should represent our respective realms of influence."

I looked at each of the people in front of me and cleared my throat. "I'd just like to point out that we've gotten a bit off track. The lovely miss Denise told me I'd learn why I'm here and what's going on." I could see Denise blush brightly at my words. I smirked inwardly as I noticed this and turned to the other people in the room. "I'd rather not waste anyone's precious time. We might as well get this over with." As I mentioned the words 'precious time' I noticed the twin on the right blush and the twin on the left glare. 'Hmm. Interesting. And Lucy did mention the words deific entity. I wonder…'

Before I could get lost in thought a man sitting on Lucy's left side cleared his throat, he wore a platinum looking suit and had a throne that appeared to be made of machinery. "He is right. We most get back on track. Denise would you please retake your seat?"

"Oh! Right!" At this Denise made her way to the vacant throne. I found my eyes drawn to her as she sat down, looking like an elegant queen.

"Now then," said the man in platinum. "Young man, which would you like to hear first. Why you have been brought here, what it is we want, or who we are?" I tore my gaze from Denise, who had finally noticed my attention and blushed, and turned to him. I gave the group one more look and gave it a moment of thought.

"I don't think I'd need to know that last one, I think I figured it out."

"Oh? Then who do you think we are?"

"Your gods, aren't you?" This made them jump, startled. I looked each of them in the eyes. "I mean it's kind of obvious if you pay attention. Lucy did mention the words 'deific entity' and 'realms of influence'. Also, there's the fact I should be dead. I mean I was concussed and in front of an explosion, protecting a little girl from the blast no less. Then I'm in the hall beyond this room. Oh! That's what I'd like to know! The girl, and the people on the road. What happened to them?!"

Denise smiled sweetly at my words causing me to blush. "Oh, aren't you sweet! Thinking of others before yourself!" She waved her hand and a mirror rose from the ground in front of me. I looked at it and an image appeared in the glass. I saw the mother holding her child close as she slowly opened her eyes. The paramedics were bandaging her wounds along with anyone else who survived the crash and explosion. Next to them I saw my body being covered with a white sheet. "You did manage to save her. Your body protected her from the blast. But unfortunately for you a piece of shrapnel pierced your heart. We brought your soul here, well I did!" She said something under her breath, so I didn't catch much but I did hear the words soul and warm towards the end.

The girl next to her smirked before saying "Sounds like someone wants to use the mortal to stay warm at night." Denise turned as red as a tomato and turned to the girl.

"W-w-w-why would you say something like that?! I-I would never abuse my power like that!"

"Who said you'd be abusing your power? I just meant you'd like to…" Denise immediately covered her mouth before she could say anything, her face equal amounts of angry and embarrassed.

"Say another thing and I'll make sure you never touch another sweet Sarah!"

"Enough!" shouted Gareth. He glared at the two of them before turning his attention to me. "There! You know what happened to the child! Let's move on before they do something foolish again!"

I ignored him and turned to the man in platinum. I had another question. Why am I acting so calm? Normally I'd be freaking out about being dead." He smiled and raised a device beside his chair.

"That would be because of this device. It generates a field of calming energy to put mortal souls at ease. Makes it easier to speak with them if they don't have a bad temper or any other bad emotion affecting their thought process."

"So, a pacification field?"

"Exactly!"

"You stole that from the Old-World Blues DLC from Fallout New Vegas, didn't you?" He flinched and hid the device behind his back.

"Not exactly." By this point Gareth had had enough of being ignored.

"Can we please stop getting off track?! Listen mortal! We brought you here because we have a task for you! Succeed and we'll give you anything you wish! We'll even restore you to your worthless life! But first you need to do as we say! Understand?"

"And if I refuse?" This seemed to make them stop. Apparently, they hadn't considered me asking this. "What happens if I refuse?" I looked each of them in the eyes as they considered their response and tried not to get lost in Denise' eyes. It was Sarah who spoke up before anyone else could.

"Frankly, neither you, nor we, have a choice in the matter. As much as the others do not want to admit it, we must face this fact now. We are pressed for time as it is." She brought out a wand from nowhere and waved it at the mirror. The image shifted from my corpse to a structure that appeared to be floating in an endless void. "This is the Shadow Vault. An extra-dimensional prison housing the greatest threats to reality. Normally it's nothing to worry about but," an explosion blew apart a portion of one of the walls. Seconds later a single figure flew out and disappeared. "Someone managed to escape. We don't know how, and we don't know who they are, what we do know is that they'll start destroying other universes.

"We need you to find and put a stop to them before they gain enough power to disrupt all of the Metaverse. We need to act fast."

"Ok, before I do anything, I've got a few questions."

"By all means," said the man in platinum. "Ask away."

"Ok, first; what is a Metaverse?"

"I'll answer that," said the man in platinum. "My name is Gallio, by the way. I am the manifestation of Progress. My apologies for not introducing ourselves before. But it seems Gareth is too impatient for civility." Gareth grumbled something before standing.

"I am Gareth, Manifestation of Life and Creation."

"It's just Life Gareth," said Lucy. "I've told you before, those with life have a tendency to destroy rather than create." From where I was standing, I could see a vein pop out of Gareth's forehead. Lucy didn't stand but rather uncrossed and re-crossed her legs much like the infamous scene from the movie Basic Instincts. "I am Lucy, Lucy Fortuna. I am Lady Luck herself."

"I see," I said, smiling. I cleared my throat and began to sing. "They call you Lady Luck. But there is room for doubt. At times you have a very unladylike way of running out." I glanced at both her and Denise and saw them both blushing, with Denise pouting just a little. "That has to be one of my favorite songs performed by Frank Sinatra."

"Oh, Sinatra," Lucy swooned. Figures that Lady Luck would be a Sinatra fan. The King of Vegas always could melt my heart. As she drifted off to her daydream, the twins stood, hand in hand, and stared at me for a few seconds before the twin on the left stood between myself and her sister.

"Stay away from her." Was all she said, her single exposed eye threatening all kinds of pain if I didn't heed her warning. I looked between the two of them. And sighed.

"Let me guess, you're the Manifestation of Time and your sister behind you is Space?" both sisters jumped as I mentioned their realms of influence. "I'm right aren't I?"

"H-how did you…" said the other sister.

"Two things. First when I said I didn't want to waste anyone's 'precious time', you blushed, and she glared. Then when you stood to introduce yourselves you stood hand in hand, inseparable. Then there's your personalities. I've always heard that Time is considered fragile since all it takes is killing a butterfly in the past to affect any timeline in most theories. Space is more solid and sturdy and isn't easily broken unless Time is." I noticed most of them had surprised looks on their faces. The only exceptions being Lucy, who looked amused, and Denise, who seemed to be smiling brightly. Holding back a blush I looked at each of them. "What's wrong?"

"You're quite perceptive, aren't you?" asked Gallio. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward in his throne.

"Not usually, maybe it's a side effect of your stolen Pacification Field."

"Oh, here we go," said Sarah.

"I didn't steal anything! It was those damn brains at the Think Tank who stole MY idea. Oh, it's just like them to take credit for someone else's work. It's not even a Pacification Field! It's more of a Non-aggression Field, and it doesn't even work on biological lifeforms! Thankless, thieving hacks…" he then walked away and went on a very long and unintelligible tangent and Sarah sighed.

"He'll be like that for a while. Just let him cool down and he'll be fine."

"Touchy subject?" I asked.

"Very. Anyways, allow me to introduce myself. I am Sarah. I'm the Manifestation of Magic and Miracles. And since they didn't get to mention their names, the Twins are Tyra, the Manifestation of Space, and Kira, the Manifestation of Time. And you are correct in your assumptions. Well done kid."

"And last, but definitely not least," I said turning to Denise. "Leaves you miss." Blushing lightly, Denise stood and smiled at me. Once more I was captivated by her and given the smirks on the faces of Lucy and Sarah, they noticed. Before they could comment, Denise spoke.

"Of course. You know my name is Denise by now. I am the Manifestation of Death. Pleased to meet you." With this she curtsied, and I found myself blushing once more.

"If we're done with introductions," said Gareth. "We can begin once more. Gallio! Stop ranting and get over here! We're wasting time!" Gallio suddenly appeared in his throne in flash of light. "Now then. Why you're here is simple. We want you to reacquire our escaped criminal, and once you succeed, you'll be granted anything!"

"You already mentioned this. Well, Sarah did. I didn't need to hear it again." Another vein popped in his forehead and he was about to say something more, but I ignored him and turned to Gallio. "You were about to explain the Metaverse?"

"Right," he said. "First; I want to know how much you know about Multiverse Theory."

"Probably as much as anyone else. That for every choice we make regarding major decisions in our lives there's a timeline where we made the opposite choice. How's that?"

"That's just the basics. It's much more extensive and elaborate, but I'll try and simplify it to the best of my abilities. There are two types of Multiverses. Lesser and Greater. Lesser Multiverses are regarding the choices made by an individual at crossroads in their lives that only affect their life or the lives of people they know. Greater Multiverses regard choices made by an individual or a group of people that affect the entire world. For example; a Lesser change would be if you chose to go to a college like Princeton rather than Yale. A Greater change would be if the United States didn't drop the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

"Both have different consequences that lead to multiple different outcomes, hence the term Multiverse. Beyond a Multiverse, is an Omniverse. An Omniverse has only one type. Basically, an Omniverse is a collection of Multiverses that are related in some way or another. The interesting thing about Omniverses is they can overlap with each other, this causes for World Collision Events to occur. Nexus Worlds, much like your own, can receive glimpses of these events in the forms of ideas for stories for books shows and games. I believe the term 'fan fiction' is how normal Events are categorized, and 'crossover' is how a World Collision Event is categorized."

"Ok, that sounds like bullshit."

"It would to someone who hasn't experienced it. World Collision Events, when they happen naturally, can result in many different and interesting scenarios. But when a World Collision Event is forced, the results are cataclysmic. Some of these events have been catalogued into stories in Nexus Worlds like yours. An example of a Forced W.C.E. that was catalogued to your world would be when a Variation of the worlds you know as Mortal Kombat and DC Universes were brought together. This was a result of one of the prisoners inside the Shadow Vault. This Event happened centuries ago but Echoes, memories of the event throughout the Metaverse can still be picked up by Nexus Worlds."

"The Metaverse," said Sarah. "Is a collection of Omniverses. The Metaverse can be categorized into a Micro version and a Macro version. The Micro version occurs in a single Universe and is the connection of sources of information. Technology and Magic being the two primary examples. The Macro version follows the explanation I started with."

"We are the Deific Council," said Denise. "We are the ones who govern the balance of this version of Reality. And before you ask, yes there are multiple versions of Reality. Something beyond the Metaverse exits but we do not know of it. We are not supposed to. We're only allowed knowledge of nearby Realities. This is so we can tell how we differ and how things should progress."

"Is this explanation sufficient?" asked Gallio.

"Yeah," I replied. "That should cover it, even though I have a headache. Oh yeah, that reminds me. How am I corporeal? I can feel pains like headaches and early I stopped Denise from falling over." We both blushed as we remembered our first meeting.

"Ah," exclaimed Gallio. "That's my doing. I placed your soul into a vessel of my creation. I call it Homo sapien Accommodare. It's based on the basic physiology of humans in your universe with a few additions I added in. Enhanced physical and mental adaptation, which might also explain your enhanced perception, heightened natural senses, and increased physical condition."

"I take it this criminal is extremely dangerous? Otherwise these extra features wouldn't be necessary."

"If they were locked in Shadow Vault, then it's a very high chance they are. There is also a chance they could be below basic human levels of strength but not intelligence. We told Gallio to prepare for any scenario," said the Twins.

"Ok those questions are out of the way. Next, I want to know. Why me and only me?" You could feel the atmosphere grow cold as the expressions of the Council turned grim. "It wasn't supposed to be just me I take it?"

"No," replied Gareth. "Our plan was to take 5 mortals from different worlds at the time of their deaths and groom them to combat whoever escaped the Shadow Vault. But something went wrong. The other 4 worlds we chose to take mortals from… were undone."

"Undone as in destroyed or…"

"Undone as in they never existed," replied Kira, tears forming in her eyes. "The escapee toyed with the timelines of their worlds and ensured they would never exist. It was horrible!" She choked out the last part as she started crying, her sister trying to calm her down.

"Because of the escapee several souls are now lost. No longer in their Multiverses, nor are they in the Void, my Domain," said Denise. "We're afraid this escapee is drawing power from residual energies of the undone Universes."

"Were they specifically targeted or…"

"We don't know," said Lucy. "Because at the same time as they vanished, 8 other unrelated worlds were undone as well." The looks on their faces told me to stop asking about the other universes.

"Ok. Now why me?"

"For that you'll have to ask Denise," said Gareth. "It was her decision to bring you to us." Denise blushed heavily at being called out and avoided my gaze. I decided to ask her later.

"Alright. I think that's enough information for now. Do you guys know where the escapee is?"

"We have an idea," said Tyra. "Certain Universes require you to go into the Universe itself to get to it's Origin Point, the point in time when their reality is set in stone so to speak. As such, I can detect when there's been an intrusion in any of the universes in our domain. There has been one in a universe with relatively normal humans."

"'Relatively normal'? What exactly do you mean? Where am I going?"

"You'll figure out when you get there."

"Oh, that's very reassuring. I think I'm going to need more than just enhanced human traits. Can't I get a weapon or something?"

"No," said Gareth. "Just go."

"At least give me something to work with."

"I can give you my blessing," said Lucy. "It will make you lucky enough to survive any perils… mostly."

"Ok, and what do I have to do?" If her smirk was supposed to set me at ease, it had the opposite effect.

"All you have to do is kiss me." And with that both me and Denise were left blushing. Denise even exclaimed in defiance and moved between me and Lucy faster than I thought possible.

"Stay away from him! If you think I'm going to just sit back and let you get your hands on him, you've got another thing c…" Lucy started laughing, confusing both of us.

"I was only kidding Denise. You know it doesn't work like that. My, haven't known him for more than an hour and already possessive of our mortal." She laughed once more, and I could see actual steam coming from her ears this time.

"Enough of this," said Gareth. "Tyra send him away immediately!" There was a flash of purple light and suddenly I was on a busy city street. I looked around trying to see any clues as to where I was. With no clear indications I started walking around hoping to find some clue.

I soon found myself at an area with many cars and electronic billboards and looked around. I recognized it as the Shibuya district in Tokyo, Japan. Then I suddenly bent over and started breathing heavily. I leaned against the wall and tried getting my breathing under controlled. A few concerned people checked on me, asking if I was alright. I replied, to my surprise in Japanese, that I was fine. Someone was kind of to leave a bottle of water for me before hurrying on their way. "What the hell was that just now? I was perfectly calm and then I just… panicked. Wait, calm. The Pacification Field. It must have a short lingering effect.

That's when the jumbo-trons turned on and a man was on the screen. He was pale with black hair reaching passed his jawline. "I am the only person who can control the entire world's police forces," he said. "Lind L. Tailor. I go by the code name … 'L'. This successive murdering of criminals…" I stared at the man in shock. I knew this man, and I knew where I was.

"Lind L. Tailor… So, it's a universe involving the Death Note. Well that can't be good. The convict might be trying to get to the Shinigami King. He created the Death Notes, and he has his own. I need a way to find out what the hell is going on." I looked up as Lind L. Tailor started having a heart attack. That's when it hit me. "Ryuk. He can get me to the King. If I find Light Yagami, I find Ryuk. Just need to make sure that I don't change anything that's supposed to happen." I stuck my hands into my pockets to try and think of a way to try and find Light Yagami when I feel something. I pull out a credit card and a note. I slip the card into my pocket and read the note.


Realized you might need some money if you want to move around or need a place to stay. So, I had Gallio send you a credit card. No limits. Just remember that it can only be used in worlds that have electronic currency. Any world with physical currency you'll have to collect yourself. We can't just create it out of thin air. Good luck! Oh, and say hello to the King for me!

Xoxoxo Denise.


I smiled and placed the note back in my pocket. 'Ok, hadn't thought of that until now. I was almost screwed there for a minute. Damn Gareth. Sending me here with no plan! No resources! And almost assuredly letting the prisoner escape! Damn him! Enough ranting. Need a plan.' I look around and see a fruit stand. 'Didn't Ryuk like apples?' I smile and buy a bunch of them. 'Ok, what's a sure-fire way of getting Light's attention?' I looked at the date on a nearby newspaper. 'December 5th. If I remember correctly, in nine days agents from the FBI will arrive in Japan to investigate suspects of being Kira. Light Yagami will be one of those suspects based on his father being a member of the police. That was a major slip up on his part. Hmm, maybe I should give Light something so that he'd be more willing to help me.'

I purchased a hotel room and decided to wait a until the 14th for the FBI agents. During that time, I watched as Kira killed more and more criminals, giving away more of his abilities to L. Before the 9th day, as I was walking around trying to find any clue as to who this escaped prisoner was and what their plans were, I felt and saw time stop around me. Then I received the mother of all migraines as Gareth started shouting in my head. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOU'RE WASTING TIME!"

"OW! Hey! You're the one who sent me here with nothing! You knew you were already pressed for time and sent me here with no resources or information, no assistance, no weapons, and, most importantly, no plan! So, excuse me for wasting time when it's your fault in the first place! JACKASS!"

"I expected you to do your job as quickly as possible!"

"How am I supposed to do that when I have as much information as you do?! Which is, NOT FUCKING MANY! Put Gallio on! I want to talk to somebody with an ounce of intelligence!"

"Insolent cur! I will make your life hell you miserable little…"

"And that's enough of that," said Gallio in my head, "Now then, how can I help you?"

"Has there been any unusual activity in this world? Any indication as to what this person is able to do?"

"None whatsoever. Either their laying low trying not to draw too much attention…"

"Or they don't have any special powers at all. Either situation is troubling. It means I'll have to make sure I don't draw any attention to myself. Which reminds me. Would they be aware of incidents like this?"

"Yes, they would actually. The prisoners in Shadow Vault all have 2 things in common. One, they all have tried to disrupt the balance within the Metaverse at one point or another. 2, They seem heavily aware and resistant to our powers. Which reminds me, we'll need to cut this conversation off soon. Is there anything you need before we cut the connection?"

"Actually yeah, I need a weapon. I don't know how to fight, a weapon I can use would be useful. And a device that allows me to stay in contact with you guys without the migraine inducing mental talks."

"I think I have just the thing. Tomorrow, when you go to the airport to try and tail Raye Penber, go to locker 21. I'll have something stashed there that'll help. Combination is 13-10-21. I'm cutting the connection now."

"Oh, before I forget I need an ali…" The connection was cut, and time resumed before I could finish my sentence. "…as. Guess I'm on my own on that front."