2.1
Scion was after me. Scion, the depressed multidimensional being of near-limitless power who should have been drifting around like a deflated balloon, had decided to attempt to remove me from existence. He had vaporized the entire building I was in, including all the living occupants.
Fortunately, he wasn't attempting to destroy the entire city, otherwise I'm pretty sure he would have destroyed the entire seaboard in one go. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to have any qualms with vaporizing a nice portion of the populace alongside me depending on where I was.
When I tried to dematerialize out of the city, something blocked me. Apparently, Scion had so cleverly managed to cut myself off from the rest of the world. How did that even work? I could just keep on rematerializing all day long though. Preferably above the city so nobody would be vaporized, until Cauldron came along with the backups. No need to panic, just keep on teleporting.
He hit me with another ray of light, except this time it didn't vaporize me. it , it--
Why did it burn? It was warm, my mind was warm, the world was--
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I was suddenly in my beachside hideout. How had I ended up here? The last memory in my head was… what was the last thing I remembered doing again? I was flaming… who was it?
I pulled out a spare phone. The date was the same as far as I could see. April 15th, 2011. I was doing something on the internet when… something was wrong. I popped into Brockton Bay and--
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Something was wrong. I just recalled teleporting to Brockton Bay, but remembered nothing more. Checking the phone again, several minutes had passed. That seemed mildly concerning. I teleported aga-
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Ten minutes passed this time. I didn't experience any of them. I merely began to teleport to Brockton, and then my memory cut out. No reception here so I couldn't exactly check what was happening there. I rubbed my mind as I tried to figure out what was causing this blip, this discontinuity.
Some power that countered mine in every manner? Mind control should be out, considering my experiences with empaths so far. Perhaps it was magic? I hadn't encountered any in the wormverse, but considering myself, I couldn't discount the paranormal.
Maybe Cauldron finally got tired of my bullshit? Those guys were paranoid as hell, wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't set up countermeasures for me know that they knew the right method of killing Scion. Worst case scenario it was the Simurgh, and she had decided Eidolon needed worthy opponents or something.
If Cauldron was out to get me for being an interdimensional horror, I probably shouldn't pop into their compound. Especially if they figured out some form of memory-blocking anyways. Howhadthey managed that? My mind was most definitely notthatsusceptible to mental attacks, otherwise Cherish and Heartbreaker would have actually done something to me. Path-to-Victory can simulate blindspots after enough data, so that's certainly one way.
I guess this is what happens when you get lockdown "drills" enforced on a few hundred schools. In hindsight, that was probably terrorism. Actually not just probably, definitely terrorism. Well, nobody got permanently injured, except for their egos I hope.
With the death of Scion, hopefully the rest of the world was fine. Cauldron did have plans, as Coil showed, for what happened after Scion died, and they did have the "best interests" of humanity. "Best interests," of course meaning stability above all else, but that wasn't too bad in the short term.
With Eidolon fixed, the Endbringers shouldn't be an issue. I had gone and offed the more offending capes, so if Cauldron played their cards right, that meant a happy, stable, non-self-imploding humanity. I was a little bit miffed that they would kick me out though. Probably should worry more about the fact that Contessa could manage all of this, but then again she was the strongest thinker in the world.
I had done my part I suppose, now for a never-ending vacation?
I popped into another Europe, and enjoyed the view off the Eiffel Tower. It had been boring to begin with, but the screaming tourists livened up the view greatly.
Wait, why was a portal opening? Don't tell me Cauldron thought I-- Scion!?
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Okay Cauldron, no more fun and games. It had a few minutes vanishing again, with still no memories.
They seemed dead set on killing me, or keeping me away from everyone else. I wasn't that bad was I? Didn't I solve all their issues in one go? What a bunch of manipulative assholes. Fine, I'd just enjoy my beach paradise without them. No Doctor-probably-didn't-go-through-med-school, no Fedora, no discount Wonder Woman and Superman, no pretentious depressed hoodie guy. Oh, and Number man. His name was funny enough that I didn't need to ascribe a silly moniker.
I continued exploring the wilderness of my tropical retreat. Whether that meant teleporting into tropical reefs, messing with the wildlife, or attempting to build a raft out of branches. I also tried building a house, but as it turns out, the privileged first-world lifestyle is rather detrimental when it comes to constructing buildings out of sticks. I had never been in the Boy Scouts either.
I tried to start a fire, gave up, and popped over to my warehouse to go grab a lighter. A portal that was most definitely Doormaker's disgorged Scion, golden light racing towards me. Now didn't that answer so many questions.
Before it could reach me, I was gone, but not back to the island. Scion had tele-locked me somehow, which had almost gotten me hit by the golden light. What clues could I leave to my future self, or backup or whatever. How could I tell him to go fuck up Scion instead of pissy at Cauldron?
Scion continued to fire golden beams at me, which presumable destroyed my memory or something. I teleported out of the way, in time to see Glastig Uaine stepping out from the portal, the ghostly figure of an adolescent child following her.
Well, mistakes had been made.
I would probably end up forgetting this time as well, considering how I had no venues of offense with my teleporting blocked. Scion's main-body was off limits, and I didn't have Contessa telling me to stab even if I could reach it.
I could always look at the bright side.
I was getting weary of this house anyways.