Parliament of Limbs
[Losing access to the morphing abilities of The Red would be terrible for me. Granted I do not think it would be catastrophic with my Telepathy and whatever other advantages the scientists added into my cloned DNA.] Gar thought to himself.
Suddenly the idea of a Kryptonian-powered super shapeshifter went through his head. [So cool!]
Banishing such overpowered thoughts, Gar looked at Monkey "Didn't you say I was a treasure trove to The Red? Why are you suddenly threatening me with the loss of access to it?"
"Just wanted to make you aware of the possibility, not threaten you. Now it looks like I am being summoned, stay here, and continue your practice." Monkey turned and sprinted off, fading out of view.
Despite Monkey telling him to practice, Gar had to sit down and think about the predicament his corporeal body was in. [Cloned or not, it is mine now and I would like to break it free of its drug induced confinement.]
There is a world of dreams and nightmares out there just begging for exploration. Thinking of what little he hade managed to piece together, Gar thought about the difference between DC and Marvel.
DC = Killing is never allowed unless it is against automatons or mass-produced clones (So unfair). Bearable in extremes only with lots of moping around after.
Marvel = Killing hundreds is frowned upon. But if you have a slightly compelling reason, all it requires is a mini arch where you show some regret then you are a hero again. Or if you are Deadpool then all bets are off, and you pray your name is not Francis and that you did not have any Ajax sink cleaner in your shopping basket...
The little hints Gar was getting about a combination of the two worlds should prove to be interesting, in a terrifying sort of way.
[All I can think to do is get as much information as I can from the scientist and see if there is a way out through him. Maybe I can control him long enough to get out. Better set some back up plans though, just in case. If I remember correctly there is an underground cavern the Young Justice league use to rid Blue Beatle of The Reach's control.]
Gar wondered if he could pull off the Graboid monster from that early 90's movie Tremors, they moved through the ground fast as hell. Fixing the visual in his head he fealt his body elongate, and he lose his eyesight. Quickly using his mind, Gar looked over his body and thought to himself. [That's perfect. Really don't think I want to try and dig through the ground in the Cosmic plane of The Red though, just to be safe.]
Letting the image go Gar reverted to normal, and continued to think up contingency plans.
After what felt like hours, he saw Monkey sauntering back with a smile on his face. "Boy, I don't know what you did, but not long after The Parliament of Limbs started discussing your fate, I swear I felt excitement from it like never before. "
"It went from thinking about limiting your access to giving you the best of everything possible while leaving room to grow on your own in a matter of minutes." Monkey said excitedly.
After putting it together, Gar realized the only thing he did unusual was the form he had taken. Quickly shifting back to the Graboid, Gar telepathically said, {Bet this is the reason, I was thinking of using this to escape in the ground if necessary.} Then he reverted to normal.
"Yup that must be it, I have no recollection of that form until now. The Red must have added it when you shifted into it. You are definitely a treasure." Monkey replied out loud.
"Well since I won't be with you after you leave The Red, The Parliament pulled out all the stops and gave you this."
Reaching for whatever was in his hand, Gar was surprised when Monkey poured what seemed like a very viscous liquid into his hand. "What do I want with this syrup? Am I supposed to drink it?"
"Well, you can but it looks like it's working just fine absorbing into your hand."
Looking down Gar could see about of the liquid was gone already. "Want to explain Monkey?"
"Sure Gar, that is good old Parliament of Limbs Sap. Straight out of The Red consciousness itself."
"What is it supposed to do, with Martian blood you said I have a line to the purest flow in The Red"
"What it will do is entirely dependent on you Gar, and yes, I am intentionally being vague, so I don't influence anything. Speaking of that, please don't tell Garfield or anyone for that matter about The Red, as it can influence their individual growth. Let them find their own path to here if they are able."
This being one of the few times Gar had seen a serious look that reached Monkey's eyes, he took it to heart and nodded in assurance. "If at all possible, I won't speak about it. Though even if I do escape my current predicament, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have some Martians at the very least poking around in my head to make sure I'm not some Trojan horse or Judas."
"Your new little friend should help with that but if it does come out, just let them know they will be limiting their friend's growth if they speak of it at best. At worst, The Red will revoke access completely and they will no longer be in the running for Avatar of The Red." Monkey said seriously.
"Avatar of The Red?" Gar asked. "You're just now at the starting line, don't get ahead of yourself boy," Monkey replied.
Monkey walked up to the red wall and placed his head on it, then said. "The one you call Psimon is about to finish walking out of the room you are in. Once he is gone, I would head back and take charge of your body if I were you. The Parliament of Limbs sap will transfer over once you do and make the body change to its peak of health, so you won't have to worry about the drugs in the chamber with you."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the time flow difference here. Will you remember me if you see me out there?" I question
"If there is a reason to, maybe I will." Take care, kid.
With that encouragement, Gar moved to the red wall and pushed his way back into the brain he would be settling into soon. Leaving The Red with lots of half formed plans.
Moving slowly across the consciousness of the body, Gar looked around and made sure Psimon didn't leave any triggers or traps lying around for him to stumble upon.
Not wanting to do anything drastic that might register on the machines Mido was responsible for watching, Gar started to build his mental castle that would house and defend his consciousness.
[I remember that some psychics did this to help with mental exercises and well when in Rome do Rome and when in Comics do Comics.] Deciding on a simple Japanese wood and paper looking house with multiple rooms for separate activities, Gar tried to make it plain but comfortable. Adding a formidable wall around it for protection.
Moving to the library, Gar made multiple bookshelves and labeled them as simply as he could. The first one was labeled Garfield Logan (36) and he watched it fill with books about his memories.
Taking all the books that had his Comic and Anime knowledge, Gar put them on the bottom shelf and enlarged his physical size, so he was standing over the bookshelf.
Placing his hand on top of the bookshelf, Gar pushed the bottom shelf into the floor until it looked like it didn't exist.
Next, he built a bookshelf and named it Garfield Logan (8), and filled it with the memories Monkey had unlocked from his blood.
Gar made sure to have the bookshelf the same height as the other, to insure no one would suspect a false bottom on one of them.
Stepping out of the library, Gar saw a hall with multiple doors, all different colors. A green door that was open. Next to it was a white door then across from the green door was a red door and finally across from the white door was a yellow one. There was also still room in the hallway for more doors.
Ignoring the obvious implications the color represents from his Martian comic lore, Gar left the house to make his defenses as strong as he could. Then it was time to start living in this new world.