"Evangeline! Even better! I knew an Evangeline once, good dancer, had nice pair of.." He rummaged is head for the right word, "Fans. Yes. Knew just how to spin them! Once saw a fan of hers hit a gully dwarf in the middle of head. Knocked the sense right into him!" He smiled to himself and his memories, he certainly had a lot of them. Between the real memories and the ones he liked to make up for identity purposes, if he ever truly lost his sanity at least he knew what he'd be like. Fizban really was a fun suit to wear. "Ahh, good times, good times."
"Eh? Fizban? Who's that?" He was playing up the befuddled act once again but he didn't hold it for long this time. "No, wait. That's my name of the day. Sorry about that, one too many feathers to the head. I'd forget my hat if it hadn't been stolen by that Hat Stealing Bastard." He reached up to adjust the hat that had slipped down on his head and grumbled. "He'll rue the day, that one. Rue I tell you. ..I miss my hat."
For the most part, the city was indeed empty. It was void of the inhabitants it should have had and even Fizban could feel the loss of them. But he had no real answers as of yet, his own sight not seeing the final draft of the picture they were in. "Ah, no idea, young lady. I believe it happens to be lost, just like us. It belongs somewhere else, but here it is. Didn't even bring the people with it. Pity that, lots of empty space. Good real estate." He pointed to one of the many high rise buildings, "I got my eye on that one right there. Think the soldiers would make a trade for it? I've got enough candy corn to go around! You know, I haven't had a good tower in ages..." Temples didn't actually count as towers, even if they had their own towers, did they?
((OOC: As long as a person doesn't go off and tell Superman/or the character in the same spot (if he was in play) all the information they know without permission, it's fine. Essentially it'd be like keeping a secret if they know the comics/medium. I hope that makes sense.))