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L to R:
- Ghost Rider
- Daredevil
- Iron Man
- Spider-Man
- Iron Fist
Origins:
Ghost Rider / Jonathan "Johnny" Blaze
- A businessman struck by the magic of Morgana Le Fay, he was possessed by a demon from another dimension. However, he managed to repel it using a ring that interdimensional repellants, created with stark tech and Morgana's mystical artifacts. Now, he uses that ring to summon the demon, gaining blazing powers from another plane.
Daredevil / Matthew "Matt" Murdock
- College roommate and current roommate of Peter Parker, Matt Murdock was a lawyer-turned vigilante. However, not soon after starting his new career, he was blinded after being exposed to one of Mysterio's weapons. Soon after, he was given technology by Tony Stark that allowed him to hear much better than the average human, giving him a "Radar Sense". He continues to fight crime with Peter Parker and the Avengers.
Iron Man / Antony "Tony" Stark
- Owner of Stark Robotics and expert at building/designing drones, Tony Stark became Iron Man after an attack at a press conference. He decided to build a robot suit to clean "bad-guys" off the street, including "vigilantes" Daredevil and Spider-Man. Using a suit powered with Morgana Le Fay's magic, he now leads the superhero team known as the 'Avengers'.
Spider-Man / Peter Parker
- After being bitten by a radioactive spider on a field trip with Matt Murdock (His college roommate), Peter developed powers, allowing him to mimic that of a spider. He soon created gauntlets that allowed him to shoot "webs", stringy, disposable wires created by Stark Robotics. He now works with Matt and defends the city as part of the Avengers.
Iron Fist / Danielle "Danni" Rand
- Danielle "Danni" Rand, AKA Iron Fist, decided to become a vigilante after seeing Spider-Man and Daredevil take on the crime of New York. She is a master in multiple forms of martial arts, and is also a talented gymnast. Although she is in her late teens, Danni is a strong member of the team.
THE AVENGERS
- Created after a demonic invasion of New York City, orchestrated by Morgana Le Fay, the government-operated PMC called "PROVIDENCE" recruited vigilantes and superheroes to unite the city and stop future invasions / threats.
Velocitas is more than just a spaceship, it's actualy an interdimensional vehicle, that can easily jump through space and time, with a crew of one man (an interdimensional adventurer of course) and four robots.
That's her backstory...
Name: Archangel
Title: The Gate Guardian
Class: Empire Guardian
House: Famine
Abilities: Archangel can travel between alternate universes and states of being especially quickly, and is able to naturally sense ripples in spacetime that result from interdimensional travel. Also one of the few aeonyx who has the ability to naturally create false aeonyx which have a similar look.
Can create energy appendages and weapons for a short amount of time.
Weapons: Self created. usually spears and arms.
Physical appearance. Angelic, erogenous
Gender Pronouns: Formal non-binary. thou, thee. Those above simply use regular you, your.
Bio: Archangel is one of the guardians to the Aeonyx empire.The main duties that Archangel has is travelling throughout the multiverse to close possible pathways that could lead to the discovery of the aeonyx. Archangel is allowed to create false aeonyx to guard some of these pathways. Archangel has failed in one occasion, and opposed the empire in one other occasion. Both of these incidents, he was punished by removing a sixth of his power. Thus, whenever archangel appears physically, two of his wings appear bound and injured.
Archangel's ability is deemed useful, which is why they were not completely imprisoned or destroyed.
Creator: Ziontyro
Album: flic.kr/s/aHsmP8mLPE
A Haiku Note:
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It's all transitions
moving to a higher plane
interdimensions
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"The freeform RP sim where the mundane meets the esoteric. Step into our pocket of interdimensional space and time..." (Adult)
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A Haiku Note:
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Part of wave theory
interdimensional field
transformational
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So. This is it.
I’ve had my first taste of Azrael.
Neither of us truly had the upper hand.
But, that changes today.
Maybe Tim, Dick, and the rest of Gotham will be able to sleep easy tomorrow.
But first? Azrael must go down tonight.
“Well how do you plan to do that? You haven’t even got a suit”
“Tim…”
He’s right. I haven’t got a suit.
“I’ll figure it out. Right now, we just have to follow him, and. You know. Finish him.”
Dick chimes in:
“Follow him? You let our only lead get away. You let HIM get away.”
“Dick, if you recall correctly, he came to us at the beginning, not the other way around.”
This time it is Tim’s turn to have a go. But I already had this figured out the moment I walked in here.
“What’s that meant to mean? How does that lead us to Azrael at all? Are you saying we just bait ourselves and wait for him to thrash us again??”
“Use your detective skills, Tim. Look behind you. What do you see.”
“A Batmobile”
“How many?”
“Oh my god. Just one.”
“Yeah. If he’s been stealing Batmobiles, then where are they all?”
“I- I think you’re onto something. “
He shoots a glance to Dick, who is looking intensely back at us.
“So where has he been setting that stuff up all this time if it wasn’t here?”
“Like I said. Think back to when we first met. Where was he then?”
“No… You mean he’s… how could we not have noticed this was here this whole time!?”
“How else do you think he was meant to get in the Batcave when I first encountered him? Unless he was already there.”
“We can’t go back there.”
Tim looks around.
“Then we stay here. He’s already brought enough of the Batcave here to give us a full arsenal.”
“I still haven’t got a suit yet, Tim.”
Sir, I think you’ll find that there is more than enough here to make a new suit.
Tim listens to A.L.F.R.E.D’s words, and points out some stolen suits, left unfinished, and smiles at Dick and I.
“It looks like Bruce has most of the work cut out for us.”
We look at him and grin back.
“Time to get to work then.”
…
You know, Bruce really knew how to make a good suit. I flex my fingers, and sparks of electricity come out.
“A.L.F.R.E.D, give me a system diagnostic.”
What’s there to say, Sir? Technology is integrated, and all systems are running perfectly.
“Schway.”
Dick steps up, in a noticeably red suit. And nods at me.
“Looks like we’ve had a colour swap.”
“Looks like you just copied my homework.”
“What can I say? Your suit looked cool. Besides, Red was always my colour.”
He pulls out a pair of escrima sticks, pushes a button, and they extend – activating a bright red plasma. He hits them together, emitting a small spark, accompanied with a healthy “bzzzt”.
Tim looks on at us, admiring his handiwork.
“You could’ve had a cool new suit too, you know?”
“Let’s just get this over and done with.”
He taps a button on his glove, and a small projection, showing Azrael, appeared.
“I got this message 5 minutes ago, beckoning us to face him, and all that bull.”
We ignore the fact that he didn’t tell us immediately and begin to gather anything we might find useful. I mean, after all, Batman has gotta prepare for a battle to win.
Turning around, we find that Tim is already inside his Redbird, and gone. Dick tries to call after him, but there’s no use. He then runs over to the stolen Batmobile, but it doesn’t start.
“You know. Maybe Azrael just stole this to help decorate his cave?”
I walk over, and tap the fuel gage.
“Heh. It would’ve been nice if this one had some left in the tank. It’s not going to be fun running after them.”
We look at each other, sigh, get out of the car, and begin to sprint.
…
Arriving at the cave, I was expecting something grim, like the asylum. But instead I get… home.
No rubble. No bodies. No death.
No Tim either.
Dick breaks the silence
“You know. I was expecting to see Tim hanging over the manor.”
“Maybe he took Azrael down.”
We both exhale amusingly. But if Tim isn’t here… then, where is he?
Walking into the manor, Dick attempts some conversation.
“You know, Tim is a lot more skilled than he seems. He’s young, but he could even be a better Batman than any of us… given time.”
“I’m well aware. The Tim of my universe was a brilliant detective. I actually ran into him, in another universe, where he’d taken up the mantle of the Bat.”
“So Bruce is always dead? Wherever you go?”
Our footsteps echo through the halls of the manor, as we approach the entrance to the cave.
“Yeah. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Answers? Bruce himself? I’ve watched entire worlds crumble under the strain of Bruce’s disappearance. And I know that I have to find a way to return him, otherwise… my home. Your home. Everywhere could face the same fate.
But I have nothing. Nothing but this.”
I pull out the strip of metal that other Tim gave me. Dick stares at it, with no hint of recognition on his face.
“What is it?”
“It’s from a bomb that appeared out of nowhere and killed the Bruce and Dick of one of the universes I visited. It’s the only lead I have.”
“Wow… I died too? Or… a version of me. I’ll admit, that’s pretty… schway.”
He grins at me. I’d spent all this time here, and I’d never really gotten to know the first version of Dick I’ve run into on my adventure.
“Well. Here we are.”
We come to the grandfather clock, torn off its hinges, exposing the entrance to the cave below. Nothing but darkness greets us, as we begin to descend.
…
The cave is a mess. An absolute mess. Would it kill Azrael to clean up after he visits a place, once in a while?
The lights are off. Illuminating the room, is a single strip of light, coming from a crack in the cave wall. A crack big enough for a person to fit through. A trail of blood continues on the floor, leading up to the crack. He was hiding in plain sight. It makes me wonder what other secrets and hiding places are in my cave. Without a word, Dick looks at me, nods, and we make our way towards the crack.
Beyond the crack, we find ourselves in another room. A Batcave, inside the Batcave. What Azrael managed to set up in here, makes the lair at the asylum look like a child’s playhouse.
In here, is the real asylum.
The first thing that caught my eye? Bane. Bane’s body, hooked up to a series of tubes and wires, having everything sucked out of it. Whatever is being sucked out, is mixed with a series of green liquids on a work bench – resulting in a glowing concoction. Also on the workbench, is a gun. To the right of Bane, is a row of a dozen tanks, all full of this green liquid. And inside these tanks? People. Or rather, the same person. He’s managed to clone someone. The psycho is cloning. Probably thinks himself as god, creating life and giving it to… whoever this person is.
“He’s cloning himself…”
Well, Dick answered the question for me. Thanks, Dick.
The missing Batmobiles are also here, along with probably everything else Azrael stole.
Three more Azrael suits sit near the workbench. One of them is the suit that resembles the one he was wearing earlier, no empty. Two more are almost identical, except for the colour scheme. Looks like he’s taken a cue from us, and made red the ‘in’ colour.
Behind the workbench, a holographic Batcomputer set up, technology beyond what I expected from this universe. Then again, they’re cloning over here.
And to the left of the bench… Tim.
Tim in a tank filled with the green stuff.
And he’s screaming. No sound comes from him. But he’s constantly screaming. Continuous bubbles of air escape from his mouth, as he attempts to express himself. He doesn’t even stop to breathe. Not that he can breathe. He should be dead right now, but he isn’t. Whatever is in the tank is keeping him alive.
I take a step towards the tank, whatever is going on can’t be good. Dick stops me.
“Terry. Don’t. Whatever is going on, can’t be good.”
“He’s right. Terry.”
One of the suits moves, the blue one, and steps up to meet us.
Azrael. Hiding in plain sight again.
Dick approaches the tank, with Tim in it. Azrael slowly walks over, clearly injured from out last fight, and stops him from getting closer.
“What are you doing to him?”
“Look around you Grayson. What does it look like. He shall be reborn and become a member of the Order of Saint Dumas.”
“You’re not cloning yourself… you’re turning people into you…”
He looks over at the green liquid.
“That’s not just venom. You’re turning it into leviathan.”
I’d heard of leviathan once. One of those mythological substances which give people superhuman abilities, altering their DNA. And if Azrael is effectively turning others into him, he’s infused the leviathan with his DNA. Compared to Leviathan, Venom and Titan are far tamer. No wonder Azrael has been so unstable, he’s been injecting himself with it.
Another voice joins in:
“Doesn’t matter what he’s doing. He’s a pig. And all pigs get taken to the slaughter.”
The owner of the voice, a small child, interrupts the fray. He jumps in front of the tank Tim is in, and brandishes a sword at Azrael.
“I am the son of the Batman. I have come to claim what is rightfully mine.”
The appearance of this child baffles me. Is this boy, this universe’s version of me?
“Ha. No child is worthy of the Bat. Only Azrael.”
He charges at Azrael, he’s brazen. I’m give him that. But the same thing happens to him, that has happened to everyone that has tried to charge at Azrael. He is tossed aside, and crashes into a computer. Azrael makes a roar of anger, and holds himself, still feeling the effects of the explosion. He’s weak. This should make this easy.
I go to meet him, but instead Dick steps up, activates his escrima and gets into stance.
“Ready for round two, big boy?”
Without a word, Azrael flings his limbs at Dick. Dick hasn’t got enough time in between throws to get any licks in, but he manages to dodge each attempt flawlessly. He’s going to try to tire Azrael out. Deep red stains start to appear in various places in his suit. He’s bleeding out. The fool, he’ll probably be the first to tire.
Azrael realises what is happening, takes a leviathan filled syringe and runs into another corner of the room. He’s smart, but buying time for him, is buying time for us too. Dick looks at me, as he chases after him, and shouts out:
“Check on the child!”
I nod, and run over to the boy. Let’s hope this one on one goes better this time.
I hear a yell come from across the room:
“You’re no Batman, pretender, you’re not even a Wayne!”
Clearly Dick has his own ideas of who should wear the mask. Speaking of, I pull off mine, and the child stares at me. Before Azrael can return, I blurt out the number one question on my mind.
“Who are you?”
“Does it matter, Impostor? I am the rightful heir to the mantle of the bat. Damian Wayne!”
He tries to get up, but his wounds are far too taxing on his body. This child can’t take a supercharged punch from a supervillain yet. It makes him mad that he can’t do anymore, he gives up and lays back down, nearing unconsciousness. But once he looks at my face, I get a different reaction from him.
“You’re not Bruce Wayne.”
“No. But I’m the best thing you’ve got.”
With the satisfaction that he’s fine, I turn to the battle happening behind me.
Dick has his escrima ready again. The plasma shines a bright crimson on his face.
“Let Tim go.”
“Or else?”
Azrael does have a point. What are we going to say? We’ll beat you up? We’re going to do that anyway.
“Doesn’t matter, he’s gonna be free any second. And you’ll be in a cell.”
“You’ll be in a grave, Grayson.”
The two of them go a few rounds, with Dick repelling Azrael with his electric bursts from the escrima, stumbling Azrael back, who moves back to the workbench. He puts the syringe into a small medical gun, and injects himself with the leviathan. Slag.
Dick charges at Azrael, expecting to make a final blow, but Azrael has gained his breath, and turns around instantly.
One leviathan charged punch, and Dick is down too.
Azrael lets out another roar, but this time of victory.
Oh no. He turns to me, ready to pound in my head with his drug induced rampage, his voice reaching points of anger I’ve never witnessed in my life:
“DIE DEMON. St. Dumas screams for your blood!”
This guy is really off his nut, and the leviathan is not helping at all.
He leaps unto the air, and I roll out of the way as he thunders down his fist into the floor. I’ve seen far too many people use this move. But the leviathan isn’t enough to keep him going, not in the state he’s in.
I activate the plasma on my own suit. Bright blue electricity emanates from my limbs. He comes at me with a furious fist, and I meet it with my own electrified punch. Sparks fly, and lightning strikes out from where we make contact. Each action creates a new light show. He’s getting tired, and needs a new tactic. He moves away, and I smell gas. I strike his gauntlet, and break his flame thrower. I’m not having any of that dirty play this time around.
He moves to the other gauntlet and shoots out small batarangs, which my suit’s electricity knocks out of the air.
I’m not in the mood for this, I target the points where blood is seeping through. Where I know he’s wounded and is weakest. With each point that I hit, he staggers and stops using that part of the body. He slows down as the leviathan’s effects begin to run out, and the blood starts to show in more areas of his suit. But his energy says otherwise, he’s still swinging at me. But in this state, it’s doing nothing. He’s far too weak physically and mentally to make any of the punches count. He’s finding it hard to dodge my punches, as I’m finding it easy to dodge his. Before long, he’s slowed down to a punch per second, then a punch every two seconds, then he stops punching altogether, and falls to his knees.
“Bruce Wayne was not worthy of the mantle of the Bat.”
He pulls off his helmet, and screams at me.
“YOU are not fit you be the Bat. Bruce Wayne failed in his post. And you in turn, failed Bruce Wayne! You’ll never be the Batman I am. I am the one true Batman. Batman lives… in me!”
“You’re wrong. I am Batman.”
I punch him, and he falls. The leviathan wears off, and his eyes return to a pale blue. He looks up at me, and begins to tremble.
“You… you’re right. You are Batman… I was too blind to see it. You have always been Batman.”
I look down upon him, forgivingly. And his eyes turn from that beautiful blue, to the vicious green again.
“But I will not give up this mantle! This city is full of filth, and it must be cleansed!”
He pulls out another syringe and lunges at me once more.
A gunshot is head, and Azrael drops. Dead.
Behind him stands an exhausted Damian, who falls to the ground, unconscious.
And Tim, freed from the tank, and holding a gun in his hand.
“Tim…”
I’m about to tell him it wasn’t right. But, we all knew it was the only true way to stop him. Tim slumps down, heavied by what he had just done. Dick rushes over to console him.
…
The Batcave is awfully silent. Though there’s no other way the atmosphere could be, granted what had just happened.
Sucks, being in a family of brooders. We’re all so damn good at it. Dick leans against the wall, with his arms crossed. He looks away into the distance, deep in thought.
Tim, with no apparent side effects from his dunk in the insane pool, clacks away at the Batcomputer, compiling all the information of this universe into my belt. A.L.F.R.E.D should be pleased, once he’s booted into a new suit. Looks like it’s back home for a quick stop. At least I’ll see Dana again. Dick walks over to me, and breaks the silence.
“So. What happens now? Gotham can’t handle life without a proper Batman. That much is clear. Who is Bruce’s successor, since you don’t exist in this universe?”
I glance over at the unconscious child, and then back at Dick.
“Look after him. I have a feeling he’s desperately going to need a father figure.”
I tap him lightly on the chest, and give him the cowl from the nearest batsuit.
“Tag. You’re it.”
Dick takes a moment to realise what has just happened, and accepts it. He moves over to Damian, picks him up, and takes him to the medical bay. Good man.
Tim steps forward, and gives me back my belt.
“What if we ever need you again, Terry? Not everyone is going to accept a new Batman, especially not after what happened with Azrael. What sort of idiot could think that Azrael would ever be Batman over Dick, or even myself anyway.”
We both have a small chuckle. He’s right. Who in their right mind would choose Azrael to replace Bruce?
“The fact remains, Terry. We’re gonna need a Batman. That Batman is you.”
“You know I can’t do that.”
“I do. Gotham needs a Batman.”
“I’m sure you’ll find one soon enough. But just in case, here.”
I throw him the interdimensional communicator.
“Tell Dick I said 'bye', yeah?.”
“Terry… thanks. For everything. I’m sorry you couldn’t find Bruce.”
This reminds me of my last encounter with the other Tim.
“I’m sorry you were dunked in a vat of crazy juice.”
He laughs, and I hook up my belt. Here’s hoping this works with this suit. I touch the central red button on my belt, and open up the dimension stream. A look of awe fills this version’s face as the swirling colours and bright lights hit him.
“I’m sure I’ll see you guys again.”
“I’m sure you will. We’re gonna need you.”
Without any more words, I leave for my next destination, sure in the knowledge that I’ll find myself back here again. My time here isn’t quite finished.
Epilogue.
Nanda Parbat.
Another rises from the pit. Greeted by the immortal himself.
A scream echoes through the halls, calmed only by The Demon’s voice:
“Your ‘father’ is dead.”
A scream stops. And turns into one word:
“Bruce…”
A funny looking character I've been working on for a somewhat odd brickfilm involving interdimensional travel.
Anna Cu, the gender-bent version of Aquaman from Earth 11, and a member of the interdimensional superhero team Justice Incarnate!
Mpya Wahaya was established in 1936, having been bought off of Yuropean colonial powers as repossessions in exchange for their ever-growing agricultural debts. Economic and Industrial centers built-up enough to maintain a self-sustaining populace, little Mukhutu financial intervention was necessary. With no lack of funds from the Yuropean food export, Mansa Maliki designated it an Empirate, and soon after mass labour influxes of the lower castes in Mukhutu society swamped Mpya Wahaya. However, they were not there to take over the natives' or colonizers' existing jobs- they were heading inland, towards the uninhabitable lands.
Unlike how undesirables and criminals were historically exported to Falaïse and the Tanzimat Empire, all those emigrating to Mpya Wahaya were free men- labourers, craftsmen, engineers. Armies' worth of soldiers would accompany them, ready to defend their march into the centre of Bistralis and garrison the mining towns set up in the vast, harsh scrubland wastes of inner Bistralis.
Magicks have always been present on Erf, but in the first half of the 20th century they were nowhere more concentrated than in the once-heartland of the Ordenric's Bistralian interdimensional empire. The Sea of Woe, so-called for its Dæmonic infestation and frequent Wearpstorms, was the centre of this. However, the Mukhutu Mujahideen Armies were not here to vanquish demons, even if Allah willed it so. They were here for one thing, and that alone-
Kawaii Sparkles.
The hyperdense, crystallized form of Wearpmagicks during the explosion of the Wearpgate in 1908.
Allah only knows what Mansa Maliki wants with them, or what powers they hold, and whether or not anyone wants to even find out...
42081=181019
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TI1onWI_IM
Acrylic on canvas
“Introducing higher dimensions may be essential for prying loose the secrets of Creation. According to this theory, before the Big Bang, our cosmos was actually a perfect ten-dimensional universe, a world where interdimensional travel was possible.”
― Michio Kaku
Inter-dimensional Beings, Aliens, Demons, and Ghosts, not to mention Time portals, Witchcraft & the Devil himself have plagued this Church and nearby Village since the Middle Ages with no sign of these activities diminishing anytime soon !
Canewdon, in Essex, is one of the most haunted places in the U.K. and perhaps even in the World. The village has been long associated with real-life documented wealthy and powerful Witches. The 12th Century Church is said to be on an Inter-dimensional "Time" portal and legend has it said that if you run round the Church in an anti-clockwise direction on Halloween a total of three times, you will travel backwards in time. Another tradition still practiced today to the annoyance of the parish priest is the occult black masses at the deadness of night or the witching hour if you prefer. The church patrons have never shared the priests objections, now or in the past and do not wish to put in any secure measure to stop this out of fear or terror for their families safety in this accursed sleepy village. One practice at the Church is the invocation of a female novice seeking membership of the dark coven. Her naked dance around the Church, twelve times in a clockwise direction at Midnight, must be a real eye-opener in more ways than one as she actually summons the Devil himself amongst her hooded Sect ...this is enough to keep me away, well at least on those nights ! see further info by visiting my website, (kddsnap.com/category/informative/legend-of-canewdon/)
Now if all that is not enough Alien visitations are plenty here as well as in the nearby "burnt" fields yonder but that is another story for another day !
"The freeform RP sim where the mundane meets the esoteric. Step into our pocket of interdimensional space and time..." (Adult)
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On Earth 45, the world is ruled by Overcorp, a massive multinational corporation owned by the fifth dimensional imp Vyndktvx. Here, there are no heroes, but rather the interdimensional scourge known as Superdoom, created by Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and Jimmy Olsen. This unstoppable beast is responsible for the death of Earth 42's Superman, and Earth 36's Optiman.
Earth 45 is opposed to Earth 16 on the Multiverse map.
A couple interdimensional beings using the Space CMF from three different universes: Marvel, DC, and of course, LEGO.
Left to right: Anti-Monitor (idea from moth_stories), Lord Vortech (idea from lego.joey), and Eternity (idea from cruisebacca_creations)
Although the Vega Moon is built for exploring the limits of space, time and interdimensional travel, it is equipped with deceptively powerful weapons, including matter disintegration rays for defense.
“100% tourist, 0% time space continuum integrity”
“After being fused with the Kanohi Olmak, Vezon went on his many (unintentional) interdimensional adventures. On these trips, he has the uncontrollable urge to hoard everything that looks remotely valuable, with all of the consequences of such actions. This is what led to him getting his hands on the story bible, which he now uses to complete his collection of non-cannon masks.”
This a bit of a joke build that I did based on some derailed conversations with friends. After reading the serials, I always jokingly imagined Vezon to be a Deadpool like character, a loose cannon with some comedy aspects (preferably voiced by Jack Black).
Cynthia Reynolds grew up in an abusive household. Once she discovered her metahuman powers of camouflage and illusion casting, she bought a one-way ticket to Detroit, where she used her powers to survive on the streets. Not long after, she was discovered by the Justice League Detroit and recruited!
In the New 52, she was reworked as an interdimensional nomad - a literal gypsy - who was separated from her family on Earth.
I love Cynthia as a character, but I think it's about time she gets a name change. The term is of some debate amongst Romani people, but given it's synonymous with screwing people over...I think it's worth it. BUT if Flash didn't do it, I doubt anyone will actually bother to focus that much on Cindy for a long time.
Interdimensional Eyeglasses
Well, I just left my Transitional lenses on the windowsill for a few minutes, and, voilà !, these strange stripes appeared! So, not wanting to lose an opportunity to utilize this serendipitous moment, I photographed this phenomenon!
"There were a lot of attractive women there, Morty, and they-they-they— they all wanted time with me. I had a lot of fun with a lot of young ladies, but I spent so much time there, my interdimensional portal device it's got no charge left, Morty. It's got no charge left."
More Rick and Morty: Rick's portal gun.
Taken while a boattrip on the Amstel river in Amsterdam. The Artist lighted and animated the tunnel like you get a feeling of taking an interdimensional travel through time and space.
The Amsterdam Light Festival is a festival taking place in every years winter time, between november and january. While this special time many artists install their art in and arround Amsterdams grachten. As soon as the sun will set, the whole city sparkles in those pretty sculptures.
String theory opens up possibilities that sound like sci-fi. Check out this U=Tube link.....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzMEAkI-yrQ
The image is kinda fun large size too! :-)
Looking forward to a fun 2015!
Off for a weekend in Hong Kong next week(Fri - Tues). Message me if anyone wants to meet up for a photo walk. :)
The extra-long sequel to: www.flickr.com/photos/133558185@N07/23290211525/in/dateta...
Chris Peterson’s eyes snapped open. He was in some kind of interrogation chamber, immobilized in the grasp of a wicked apparatus. Assumably he was still on board the Blabber superweapon. A dark, cloaked figure stood before him, its emotionless visor reflecting his own face back at him.
“So, you’re finally awake,” it said, in a rather disinterested voice, “I would’ve thought my neural stimulators would’ve woken you up faster, but I guess you don’t have enough brain mass for them to be effective.”
“Nice torture chamber,” said Chris, looking around with a smirk, “I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect such high-grade facilities from an Overlord of your, erm, caliber.” He smiled to himself as he surveyed the forbidding room. Doubtless this darkly arrayed being felt rather put out by his coolness, he thought, after all it’d gone through to look intimidating. Maybe it even felt a little insecure, after all…
“AH!” Chris cried, his train of thought cut short as he turned his head and found himself staring down the four barrels of an oversized laser turret.
“That… That’s big,” he added, trying not to look like he’d almost wet himself.
“I have some questions for you,” said the figure. Chris’ face hardened.
“I’ll never tell you anything, murderer. I’d sooner be smashed to subatomic particles than breathe a word to you,” he said.
“Well, then I suppose there’s no point in keeping you alive,” said the figure, turning away. Light suddenly blazed in the turret’s barrels, promising to literally blow Chris to atoms in a few seconds.
“Wait, wait, wait!” he screamed, “I’ll talk, I’ll be reasonable! I’ll say anything you want! Just turn that thing off!” The upcoming blast faded away back into the depths of turret and the figure turned to face him once more, chuckling.
“Your endurance is truly heroic.” it said, a sarcastic smile in its voice, “Now, onto the questions. First, what is this? A laser plunger?” The figure pulled out Chris’ weapon of choice, igniting its glowing conical end.
“No, no, that’s an Electromagnetic Extractor,” Chris explained, “Though, now that you mention it, it does kinda look like a toilet plunger… Aw, cummon, why’d you have to point that out? I never noticed it before!”
“Moving onto the second question—what is this?” the figure pulled out Chris’ Superdimensional Karate Assistant & Travel Evolver (SKATE) board, throwing it down on the floor. In its folded state, it rather resembled a mangled duck made of titanium, but Chris knew it was much more powerful than it looked. He thought fast. If this overlord found out that his SKATE board was an interdimensional conveyance that could go nearly anywhere in the universe in a matter of minutes, it would doubtlessly use it for its own purposes. And that would be… Bad. Really, really bad.
“Oh, uh, that’s um, uh… That’s kinda personal,” he said, wracking his brains for a conceivable lie.
“If you’d rather not tell me, I can just melt your face off and figure it out myself.” suggested the figure, glancing at the turret.
“No, no, if you really wanna know, I’ll tell you,” protested Chris, “It’s a… Mobile waste disposal system.”
“It’s a what?” asked the figure.
“It’s a portable toilet,” Chris elaborated.
“Ahuh,” said the figure, glancing at SKATE with a mixture of newfound disgust and curiosity. “Moving on—why, and more importantly how, did you just walk into my Blabber and sabotage my Phlebotium Core? Do you have any idea how freakishly hard it was to get the Phlebotium to make that? Do you? Because I feel like, if you did, you would’ve thought twice before blowing the entire thing to smithereens without a thought about the trials of an Overlord.” The figure’s voice, previously apathetic and emotionless, started to betray some annoyance.
“Oh, I know how hard it was for you to get that. In fact, I was the reason it was so hard for you to get your Phlebotium whatchimidoohickey. And, if everything had gone well, you would’ve never even gotten it in the first place,” said Chris, with some pride he couldn’t conceal.
“Is that so?” asked the figure, “What great operative do I have the honour of addressing?” His voice was laden with sarcasm.
“I’m Chris Peterson,” said Chris, “And I’m not an operative. I’m a freelancer.”
“I can tell,” said the figure, eyeing the Electromagnetic Extractor with contempt. “May I ask why a freelancer would sneak into a top-security superweapon-equipped space station that belongs to an obscure overlord without a planet to his name?”
“Uh…” said Chris, trying not to cross the line between bragging and blabbing, “No reason. Or at least, not one I’m going to tell you.”
“Well, alright,” said the figure, “Send me a postcard from the afterlife.” The turret powered on once more, this time so quickly Chris could feel the heat of the forthcoming beam on his face as he shouted in panic.
“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you! Just don’t blow me up!” he cried frantically. The dangerous light in the turret’s barrels slowly backed away, but did not leave entirely this time, lingering like the gleam of insectoid eyes.
“To clarify, it wouldn’t blow you up—it’d melt you. Slowly,” explained the figure, “Now tell me why you blew up my Core.”
“Well…” said Chris, hesitantly, “You kinda used your superweapon to wipe out six billion people or so… And that’s not cool. Thankfully your Blabber thing kinda blew up when you used it, so you backed off for about twenty years. But then you came back, and with your new fancy Core you were gonna be able to hit multiple planets in a row without a hitch and scare everybody into submission. And that really wasn’t cool. So I blew up your Core.”
“Certainly you had to have a better reason than that you thought my conduct ‘wasn’t cool’. Plenty of people think what the Overlords do isn’t ‘cool’, but few have the pluck to strike back against them. Or the tech, for that matter. So why’d you do it?” asked the figure.
“Because it was the right thing to do,” said Chris, proudly.
“Oh please,” snorted the figure, rolling its eyes behind its visor, “Everyone says that. What’s the real reason? Do you have friends down on my target of choice, perhaps?” The darkly-clad being wandered towards the big screen that displayed the planet the Blabber was orbiting. Chris new it well. Very well.
“Ehm…” stuttered Chris. The fact was, it was actually his planet, and he did have a dear friend or two down on it. He didn’t feel like admitting that was a good idea, though. Revenge ran deep in the blood of the Overlords. Or at least in blood of the ones who had blood.
“That would be an interesting revelation,” the figure continued, “I wiped out everybody on this planet with my first strike, except for a couple thousand or so. It’d be rather ironic if, out of that ridiculously small tithe of people, someone managed to grow up and then acquire the tech to sabotage my second design. Ironic and annoying.”
“Heheh, it is kind of ironic,” said Chris, before he could help himself. “I mean, uh, that you were thwarted at the same planet twice; the first time because you didn’t have a powerful enough Core, and the second time by a guy like me. You just can’t catch a break, can you?”
“Seemingly not.” said the figure coldly, “I have one last question: Where’s your girlfriend?”
“My what?” asked Chris.
“That lady you were with in the Core Room. She’s not showing up on any of my scanners. Not even giving a life reading. Normally I’d just assume she’d been smashed, but my security cameras and motion sensors seem to be telling otherwise. I’ve been catching glimpses of her for about an hour now. Where’s she hiding, and how is she doing it?”
“First off, she is NOT my girlfriend,” said Chris, “She’s just… No, not that… And secondly, I have no idea where she is. Even I can’t find her most of the time.”
“What stealth tech is using?” asked the figure.
“I dunno,” said Chris, which was true. He was bad at remembering names, especially technical ones. The lights in the turret’s barrels began to get brighter, and the figure turned round again.
“Don’t try and play games with me, freelancer,” it said, “You and your not-girlfriend are much more likely to live if you surrender. Just tell me how I can detect her and I’ll spare your lives.” Chris could feel the heat of the turret’s blast on his face, getting hotter and hotter.
“I seriously don’t know!” he cried, “Honestly! If I did I’d totally betray her like a weakling, but I really don’t!”
“Then why should I keep you alive?” asked the figure. Chris’ face was beginning to burn, and the light was so bright now he could hardly see. And then, quite suddenly, the turret switched off, the light exploding in its barrels as its containment field failed. A chunk of shrapnel hit the figure over the head, knocking him across the room. One of the floor grates was pushed aside from below, and out of the hole it left leapt the very woman they’d been talking about.
“Charlotte!” cried Chris, in surprise. Without replying, she snatched his Extractor and SKATE off the ground, grabbed him by the shoulder, and switched on the latter. A giant invisible sphere deformed the world around them, the interrogation room fading away as a wormhole sucked them into another dimension.
“This isn’t the end!” cried the figure’s voice, and then the physical world vanished.