Warranty Void if Soul is Broken 3

Meg picked up a hockey stick and stalked to the front doors with a grin. "This is going to be fun!"

He wasn't sure he agreed, but then he wasn't the expert fighter so he would have to take her word for it. He followed her out as she flung open the doors and all but dove into a small crowd of dust zombies, who were clearly not prepared to be attacked like that as she bowled over half a dozen of them.

He raised his bat and chose his target only to have them yanked from in front of him by a hockey stick. He quickly turned to face another of the mob only to have their feet swept out from under them as Meg dropped three of them in a single move. He had to step around the small pile of bodies to find someone to attack, but as he pulled back his bat to swing a thrown body knocked them down as well as the one behind them.

He sighed and rested the bat on his shoulder as Meg tore through the crowd, ignoring the few dust zombies that got within arm's reach as they never even got a chance to swing at him before being downed by the enthusiastic brunette.

"Who's next?!" Meg demanded, standing on a pile of bodies and searching for an opponent.

"I think that was all of them," he offered.

"These were some pretty wimpy zombies," Meg said with a frown.

"Well… yeah," he agreed, "they are normal people slowly dissolving into sand, so they're weaker than normal people, not stronger."

"Oh," Meg said, "I thought they were so easy because of the whole 'Captain America' treatment."

"That just made it even easier," he said, "since before they were irradiated, they were just normal teens with no special fighting skills."

"Did I… Did I just beat up a bunch of innocent people?" Meg asked nervously.

"No," he waved it off, "they may be weak, but they'd happily have tortured and killed us for the sin of being healthy if they could have."

"Oh," Meg said, cheering up. "Seems kind of strange they'd waste what little life they had left hunting healthy people and why are they all teens?"

"It is kind of strange," he agreed, "and they're probably all teens because either everyone else who wasn't succumbed quicker or they were all in the same place for a group activity like in an arcade or theater that gave them partial protection from the radiation." He knelt down to examine a teen boy, placing two fingers on the side of his throat to make sure he was still alive, but as he touched his skin he felt a small shock like he'd stuck a nine volt battery on his tongue… a nine volt battery who loathed intelligent life and craved its destruction!

"What did you do?" Meg asked.

"What did I do?"

"Yeah, you touched him and he looks… healthier," Meg replied. "He's got a little color in his cheeks now."

He moved to another unconscious teen and placed a finger on their forehead, getting a small tingle and seeing color begin to return to their face. "I think… I'm absorbing the radiation," he said, touching another with his right hand to no effect, "at least with my left hand."

"You can heal with your left hand?" she guessed.

"No, I think the comet is a sleeping Old One," he said as he thought about it, "and its hatred of intelligent life infects everyone it doesn't kill right away. Since I made my left arm out of an Old One's flesh, I can absorb it. They aren't healed, they just aren't getting any worse. Probably take a couple of months before they can be considered fully healed."

"Makes as much sense as anything else," Meg decided as he went from teen to teen, touching their foreheads with his left hand.

"And done," he said a minute later, "that's one group of teens who will live."

"Think there are any others nearby?" Meg asked.

"Doubt it," he said, "pretty sure the energy they've absorbed made them gather together; like attracting like."

"Maybe, or maybe this group was already together at an arcade or movie like you guessed," Meg said. "Just to be on the safe side we should keep an eye out."

"Always a good idea," he agreed. "Now, where should we go next?"

"Clothes, hot tub, then dinner and home," she said, making plans in her head. "Do you need anything?"

"Clothes, since the ones I picked up won't fit right anymore, and a name," he decided.

"Oh yeah, you still don't have a name," she remembered. "How about Adam? Him being the first man and all."

"Adam," he said thoughtfully. "Yeah, Adam works. How about a last name?"

"We could use a direction," she offered. "Say… West?"

"Are you naming me after your town's mayor who you had a fling with?" Adam asked with a grin, finding it amusing.

"He's one of the few people who was nice to me," Meg admitted, "and we didn't have sex, we actually just met up in hotel rooms to play with dinosaurs and talk."

"In that case I'd be honored to carry his name," Adam told her, taking her hand, "but Adam West is too well known. How about Adam Eastman?"

"Sounds classy," she said with a bright smile, eyes moist.

"Let's get some clothes," he said, leading her deeper into the mall, "but remember it's the 80's here, so…"

"Good point," she said, "I'm really not into retro so someplace with work clothes would be best. Oh! Also, Victoria's Secret. I bet I can find stuff that fits me there now!"

Adam grinned as she pulled him towards a store directory, talking a mile a minute about no longer needing to alter her clothes to fit her physical abnormalities.

Ritz Carlton Suite

"This has been the best day ever," Meg said as they climbed into the hot tub.

"Best one so far," Adam agreed as he settled into the hot water and Meg cuddled into his side.

"I never imagined this happening in my wildest dreams," she said, closing her eyes.

"Just wait until we gain some real power, like aura, chakra, or magic," he said with a grin.

"Magic is the only one of those I know of, the other two I think I've heard about, but it was all hippy new age crystal fantasies," Meg said.

"Aura comes from some world called RWBY, which frankly I know too little about to mess with considering how dangerous it is," Adam admitted, "but a short visit to awaken our aura's shouldn't be too dangerous if we take some precautions once we've gotten stronger. Chakra comes from Naruto, an anime that is kinda safe unless you attract the wrong attention… which we probably would right now. Both aura and chakra enhance strength and speed, with aura giving you a personal force field and a wild card power when you've trained enough, so aura really is the better of the two, at least starting out. Chakra might as well be magic at the higher levels of skill, but it takes a lot of training… and I'm kinda lazy."

"So… magic first?" she guessed.

"There are any number of Harry Potter worlds needing a slight nudge or two to make sure Harry wins," he said, "and it has a decent amount of points and targets. It's a solid first choice."

"Targets?"

"Recruitment targets," he replied. "If I can get the stamp altered to remove the sexual component and change the love to loyalty, we can claim the credits for them without making a huge unwieldy harem."

"Aren't you supposed to want a harem?" Meg asked.

"It's an attractive fantasy, but the reality is you can only have an intimate relationship with a limited number of people without neglecting anyone," Adam said. "I'm really not a fan of big harems and if I can get the stamp altered the way I want we can recruit without requiring a bed that sleeps fifty."

Meg beamed feeling a bit more secure.

"Besides, when I'm having sex, I don't want to have to have a diagram to keep track of what I'm doing to who to make everyone happy. With as many people as most agents collect they probably have to have someone just to keep track and call out what happens next. I can just see a maid standing by with a spinner calling out 'left hand, right titty, blonde' like it's a huge game of twister and while that may be fun once in a while, I can't see it as a continual thing," he ranted.

Meg laughed. "I hadn't thought of it that way. All the stories just have a bunch of women who all take turns."

"Sex takes time and energy," Adam said, "making love to three women one after another is probably the equivalent of a five kilometer run. There are powers I could buy to handle it, the company made sure of that, but assembly line sex seems kinda… meh."

"So, you don't want to plow Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, and Hermione Granger?" Meg asked doubtfully.

"As a fantasy, sure," he agreed, "but not as a reality. I'm not some kind of Man-Hoe who runs around having one-night stands."

"You'd seriously turn them down?" Meg asked doubtfully.

"No," he admitted. "If I was single I wouldn't, but I also wouldn't seek them out. I think the Wizarding World invented Polyjuice potion so you could have a bunch of one-night stands without sleeping around."

"That… explains quite a few things," Meg decided thoughtfully. "The potion was legal, despite the potential for abuse and everyone and their mother seemed to know what it was and how to brew it."

"I wonder if asking someone for a lock of their hair to remember them by has completely different connotations in their world," Adam mused.

"I'm going to go with yes," Meg said. "Plus, there are probably dozens of curses you can use someone's hair for."

"Never saw any in canon, not even from Voldemort's people, though we could probably come up with a few just from what little we know of voodoo from TV and movies."

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

"Oh yeah," he assured her, "coming from a different universe gives us a different background in magic theory, allowing us to come up with all sorts of things they'd never think of, it's one of our major advantages."

"Cool," she said. "So, we can buy magic with points?"

"We can buy nearly anything with points," he replied, "and by taking a HP mission we can buy their magic, which is the second most useful magic system for general use."

"What's the most useful?"

"My Little Pony," he replied.

"My Little Pony?" she asked in disbelief.

"They use it in their daily life without needing long incantations and external foci," he explained. "The show barely scraped the surface of what they can do with it or how it's used by the common pony. If I could be sure we'd be able to use pony style magic in human form that would be the first world we'd hit."

"We don't really see much beyond Green Lantern style shields and telekinesis, except for Twilight and Trixie," Meg pointed out, "and they are really well trained."

"We see Earth Ponies like Maud use their magic to perform feats of incredible strength and ones like Rainbow Dash alter the weather at will."

"I was thinking unicorn magic, the others are all internal instinctive things mostly," she offered.

"Pretty sure we only see a fraction of what they have available in the cartoons," Adam said. "Plus, it's a very positive universe so the odds of good things happening are more likely than bad."

"Positive universe?"

"In positive universes good usually wins and the odds favor the heroes," he explained. "In negative universes it's the opposite and a lot of sacrifices are needed to defeat whatever evil has sprung up."

"Is Harry Potter positive or negative?"

"Neutral with a slight lean towards the negative," he replied. "Not a bad universe to visit if they're in-between dark lords."

"Let's get out before we turn into prunes," Meg said.

Once the pair were dried off, Meg led him to the bed and he found himself being handcuffed to the headboard.

"A bit kinky for a first date," he couldn't help but point out.

"I want to make sure you don't escape," Meg replied, happy he wasn't resisting.

"I have zero intention of escaping," Adam assured her, "I'm quite happy with how things are going."

"I know, but you are literally a harem protagonist," she pointed out, "so I'm not taking any chances."

He considered that for a moment. "Make sure the door is locked and barred," he ordered.

"Be right back," she said brightly.

Typing By: Abyssal Angel

TN: "It's an attractive fantasy, but the reality is you can only have an intimate relationship with a limited number of people without neglecting anyone," Adam said.

My reply to that? Two words: Shadow Clones. XP

AN: The more shadow clones you use the less likely you are to finish the story.

TN2: "Plus, it's a very positive universe so the odds of good things happening are more likely than bad."

Ehhhhhhh… Not really. What we generally see is the plot armor for the mane 6. Everything pretty much goes their way no matter what. Before they came along… Well… Sombra enslaved an entire "empire" and had it banished out of time for over a thousand years. Who knows what kind of actual evil Discord got up to that overgrowing black spiked tentacle vines are just an off the cuff backup plan. They have a literal Tartarus for a prison, complete with Cerberus. And that's just the tip of the iceberg, considering that's just some of the crap in Equestria! Once you leave its borders and come across the first mixed creature town, casual pony/other creature slavery is a thing, and all that's needed to stunt a unicorn's magic is to touch their horn or bind it in metal, so… yeah. That world is all kinds of bucked. Stick around the mane 6 if you want to survive the insanity. Oh, and let's not forget the Cockatrices? A single look and you're just flat out turned to stone forever. Just one wrong glance in any direction could see you essentially stone dead. If Twilight hadn't been saved by her plot armor… Honestly, I would not be surprised if that entire planet is just ponies plus Zootopia in D&D. And then we get to ponies like Starlight Glimmer, Fizzlepop Berrytwist, Sunset Shimmer, and situations like the 'Want It, Need It' Incident? (yes I know those three are good now since they ran into the Mane 6, but before that? Each one pretty much went off the deep end and did some pretty psycho things all because of really dumb reasons. I mean, REALLY dumb reasons. Let's count the ways shall we? Or not, this is suppose to be a note, not the essay it's turning into…) And time travel on top of that? Or the fact they casually use Myst style linking books for entertainment?! That world is NUTS!

AN2: Enough McGuffins and coincidences popped up that even most of the bad guys got happy endings, if that's not a positive universe I don't know what is. I still maintain that Celestia set up all the events in Twilight's life like a giant Rube Goldberg device both for entertainment value and so she could retire.

TN3: Oh geez… he is a harem protag isn't he… does that mean he falls under the tropes? Because just attempting to fight against it like they're doing is a good way to trigger that one, like taunting Murphy… and they already did that last chapter!