Decked out as a Star Trek doctor this time, Alexander noted that the equipment didn't work but his mind seemed to catch on to things a little faster.
"Almost half-way," he softly considered, "And I'm not even tired, must get charged up between Leaps. Sweet."
He considered for a moment, 'Ah, an idea is forming, though I think I'll try something a little different for myself.'
Ethan was nearly knocked over by the residual Chaos wafting off the man entering his door, and his amulet hinted he might be a messenger and not just a follower of Janus.
"May I help you?" Ethan Rayne asked almost obsequiously.
"Yes, you can, Chaos mage," Alexander told him, "I need two costumes, one that of black overcoat and clothes, like John Travolta's portrayal of Michael in the movie of that name, with a duffle containing armor and a sword. That should offset things for you, as circumstances hint at too much of an imbalance for Evil. Can this be done?"
"Oh, most assuredly, sir," the mage agreed, "And the other costume?"
"There was a character on an old Star Trek episode named Flint…"
"Ah, the original series, I used to watch that and complain about it with my good friend Ripper back in the day," Ethan reminisced, "An interesting choice, some of everything."
"I thought that in a sense, History could be your witness tonight, Ethan Rayne, so let's do it."
Repeating his performance of getting Xander to improve his costume selection, Alexander decided to head to the other side of town and try things out elsewhere, maybe eat at the diner if Tara worked there in this universe.
The magic swept Sunnydale, and Alexander had no doubts that his local counterpart would survive and prosper, even as he quickly started to return to his carry bag his nonfunctional phaser of the late series.
"I wonder what happens if I don't get this off me befo—"
The Immortal was not amused, having killed off the last of the Eugenics masterminds, he'd expected oblivion from the paradoxy of cleaning up a major element in Earth development, but instead he was apparently in a late twentieth century town, American by the look of it, instead of Delhi.
'Marvelous, it looks like I'll be experiencing the next four centuries all over again,' Flint considered tiredly, 'Perhaps I'll stay on Earth this time.'
The man that had been Solomon, Leonardo da Vinci and Brahms walked down the street, keeping clear of the alien life forms that chased after humans. He'd phasered a few of them on stun, then ran a tricorder he'd found in a large bag, and determined some form of bio-energy template imposed upon human children. The elder human grimaced in disgust.
"What vile thing would do such a thing? And why these things from twentieth century myths?" He scanned four more coming up the street, then realized from the readings, that they might indeed be the basis for vampire myth.
Thinking quickly as they approached two young women, deformed face, fangs and yellow eyes and atrocious carriage, Flint fired at heavy stun, causing three to be knocked back and down, and the fourth actually seemed to catch fire and turn to dust.
Flint fired again, three short shots, and apparently it was enough to ignite them as well. Checking his readings as the girls ran off, he frowned.
"Maybe I was shunted out of my own dimension, and am in one close enough that it is recognizable, but different enough that some of the myths are real."
Reaching into his pocket he found a few dollars and decided to get a cup of coffee and a newspaper, and go from there.
'I wonder if I exist here, or perhaps if not and it's close enough of a dimension, I've been reincarnated. Hmm, I have much to contemplate.'
Author's Note: Short, I know, but the next few will be longer; in the meantime, consider this a preview/trailer of the Spin-Off AU Mini-Series, You Can Never Get Enough Sugar.