proteusx (proteusx) wrote in themarvelverse, @ 2011-09-20 22:16:00 |
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Who: Proteus
What: Arrival in Earth 616
Where: California.
When 9/10-9/14
Status: Complete, will continue to another thread soon.
Day 0
Proteus and the X-Men fought for their very lives, using their powers and abilities against the various foes Mr. Sinister had prepared for them. Then one of the defenses grids was electrocuted, proceeded to explode, and Havoc erupted with power in the wrong direction, making the chaos even worse. Somehow the equipment, or the use of such powers crossed against one another and chaos ensued. Mr. Sinister held some of the worst experiments in this place, messing with things best left alone. Their battle unleashed something, and the vortex erupted.
The swirling mass of energy was sucking in everything in all directions, a miniature black hole. It was the end to any fight between the team and any foes still standing. Three of Forge’s automatons were swallowed by the Vortex, which only seemed to increase its size and power. Storm was got pulled in while trying to fly away, Colossus barely catching her in time. Then a beam fell, sending Scott towards the Vortex. Proteus reacted without thinking, the man he loved was about to get thrown down into this hungry maw of unknown death. Proteus jumped, grabbing onto Scott, throwing him to safety. Yet in the effort to save Scott, Proteus felt himself being pulled in. The last thing he saw as the he was absorbed into the vortex was Scott’s ruby red visor, watching him die in the darkness.
Day 1?
For a swallowing vortex absent of light, all he recalled was pure white. Endless ocean of white, yet he couldn’t recall form or thought, only the existence of white. Did he even have form, a body, eyes to see with or senses to perceive with beyond the white? Proteus couldn’t tell how long he spent in this place of pure white, a universe of eternity in a sea of nothingness. All he could remember was the white, not even brightness, or weightlessness or feeling emotions, memory. It wasn’t death, be it heaven or a hell like he’d ever imagined. White was all there was to recall, any other description or reference failed to describe his world beyond the vortex. Was this the end? The beginning? White?
Till that universe of endless ivory erupted in pain and rejected him as suddenly as he had entered. Naked, he suddenly came into existence again on the desert floor with the sun beating down upon him. Instantly he was on edge and his form shifted to defend himself from danger, muscles filling with power, claws extending, senses alert. Proteus rolled to his feet easily, tense from the experience with the vortex, recalling nothing but the fight he was just in for his life. Yet he found himself in the desert, alone, with only the mid-day sun beating upon him.
At first Proteus didn’t know what had happened entirely, he had to process through what he could recall till it was all clear again. Fighting the robots and Marauders, saving Cyclops, then nothing but white, then here, it made sense to him now. Yet here was an empty part of California, an empty desert of cactus and sparse vegetation. There was no sign of the hidden base that Mr. Sinister had built, yet the geography matched in every other detail. Proteus expanded his senses yet found no familiar scents or any evidence of its existence. The vortex couldn’t have swallowed up the entire base and left no clues behind. Yet all other signs told him he arrived in the same spot as he’d been swallowed by that vortex. There was nothing else here, no robots or debris, nothing but himself, alone.
Proteus stretched out wings and took to the air, seeking civilization, which didn’t take long to find. Hidden from view he landed near a gas station, taking the form of a vagrant, someone one might expect to see wandering the roads. From the first phone booth he could get to unnoticed, he made phone calls to memorized numbers. He was trying to check his accounts, perhaps reach someone with at least the assurance that he still had friends or at least access to resources. Yet all his numbers dialed either failed, or worse his accounts didn’t appear to exist in their records. He even attempted to dial Xavier’s School for the Gifted, yet was directed to a voicemail. He decided not to leave a message, exactly what would he say. From the newspaper he found, he confirmed the date was the same, yet all the evidence he had started to draw him to one conclusion.
No base where one once stood, his accounts not there, no sign of the X-Men, or Mr. Sinister. White. The answer was unsettling, but the facts were pointing him to the conclusion this was not his universe. When he found the small town’s library, he confirmed his suspicions. From the limited computers the library offered, Proteus searched databases and found no sign of any of his accounts or drop boxes he’d set up in his universe. He found some public news articles about the local heroes, confirming this was a world of mutants like his own. However some of the heroes of this world didn’t match those he knew of. And he could find no reference to himself in any of the sources he could access from the terminal. History seemed mostly the same, but the fact remained, this was not his world, and that troubled him greatly.
Day 2
Proteus managed to ‘acquire’ some money from the local bank easily, without even getting noticed the money was missing till hours later, after he was already gone. Having the chance to feed himself, rest and contemplate his next course of action, Proteus knew this small town wouldn’t suit his needs, so he made his way to San Francisco, taking a grey hound bus.
During the ride he contemplated his situation. At first he debated on ways to return to his world, to his Scott, who may still reject him but at least he could try to prove his love. He had wanted to reject his wicked ways, repent for the evil he’d done and the lies that came so natural to him. He didn’t wish to be a spy for Mr. Sinister, instead he wished to be a hero, find a way to prove himself as an X-Man perhaps. Then he realized what he was seeking was a fresh start, and in a way that is what he had already.
He was in this different world, true, one with similarities to his own but many differences as well, yet no one knew his past here. No one was aware of the crimes he’d committed, people who he tricked or deceived, stolen from, killed or worse. No one could check his record in this Universe. Proteus could literally be anyone already, and in this Universe he could create any past he wanted, with no one to dispute his claims. It also meant he might have more to prove, befriend people in this Universe who were ignorant of him. A fresh start wasn’t exactly going to be easy; he may have some advantage with a kind of knowledge about some of the X-Men, though from his world’s perspective. Learning the differences might take some adjustment but it would help perhaps just the same. By the end of the trip, Proteus decided he was going to both stay in this new Universe, and make the best of his situation.
Day 4
As much as Proteus wanted to turn to the side of good and righteousness, keeping himself fed required money, and getting that required he steal again. He also needed an identity, but luckily he could assume almost anyone he wanted. He spent two days in San Francisco taking on the identity of a man whose wallet he’d stolen, living in a hotel room as he acquainted himself with this world. He hacked into a bank to create an account as well as steal yet more money, while covering his tracks. He was preparing to get some supplies, weapons and things he could possibly need, before finally getting himself to New York and the X-Men Mansion.
While Proteus didn’t know how his introduction would go, how they would accept him, he felt that was where he should be. Once he was there, he’d figure out how to repay the bank he stole from and repay back those he’d victimized since his arrival. Till then he was continuing to research what he could learn about this world’s heroes, as well as what was known about the villains.
That evening however, was the start of a horrible attack by the High Evolutionary. So much for enjoying this new Universe… at least he has a chance to become a hero!