- Soul Food. Grim Reality. There were plenty of unusual locations in the city it seemed. Sebastian found himself standing outside of the café and picking up the presence of several odds things. Undead was one of them. Which, in the past, he had only sensed whenever he bled someone dry and turned them into one of his mindless ghouls. He there were people as well. Sebastian felt a tinge of energy inside the café – moving around from spot to spot. He hummed lightly before he pushed himself into the establishment. It was late in the evening. His gaze flicked across the space. There were certain things around that he was certain that were specters. Souls that had not moved onto the other plain.

Soul Food sounded more appropriate by the moment, he would think to himself before he moved toward a booth an had a seat. The café itself didn’t look terribly odd. It only seemed slightly odd to him because it was like he was going back in time almost by sixty years on Earth. The style was more similar to the sixties than what he knew as modern day diners. He slipped his jacket off and settled it besides him. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled them up to his elbows as he made himself comfortable.

Now he just needed to figure out who had gotten his interest in the first place. His eyes slowly scanned the small establishment until they settled on a redhead who was keeping herself busy. Ah, was it her? One of the diner’s workers.

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The hub of Haven City was full of chaos and craziness today as it often was. Creatures with yellow gems in their heads named Metalheads and Krimzon death bots were attacking the city in droves and Commander Torn stood in the middle of HQ slamming his fist down again on the computer in front of him "We lost another part of the city to death bots and metalheads!" Torn looked stressed and angry as the long eared blue tattooed man screamed again at Jak's friends.

Samos, the eco sage tried to calm down the man only to get a annoyed grunt from the Commander in turn.

Governess Ashelin had popped in earlier to tell everyone that there was a emergency meeting in the council and people were pointing their fingers at Jak for all the shit going wrong so far.

Daxter tried to annoy Torn by telling him that this was HIS bar. But Torn smirked and told him him and the soldiers use his image on top as target practice.

Even the eco warrior Jak bit his tongue, feeling more stressed than ever.

"What, MORE metalheads?"

Not only that, but there were problems that there were multiverses beyond Haven City now.

Jak sighed and turned, wanting to check out the multiverses himself.

“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.'
'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.'
'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.'

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose…

Rapture.

A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.

And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well.”

Dick groaned as his alarm clock dragged him kicking and screaming back into reality. He groaned once more as he pulled himself from his bed and headed over to the nearest window. Waiting for him was his own reflection, who looked just as tired as he was. “Oh thank god you’re here,” he told his reflection, “I had the strangest dream. I dreamt I woke up near a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean. Then I dreamt that lighthouse had a submersible that took me to a strange underwater city built by Tony Stark who, instead of building a suit of fancy armour, built an objectivist utopia…”

Dick then looked past his reflection and saw the art deco cityscape that lay before him, and the ocean that existed around them. “Oh, right,” he muttered as the crushing reality of his situation began to sink in once again. He was trapped, universes from home, at the bottom of the ocean in a city that was ready to boil. He had no idea how he got here as his memory was fuzzy up until waking up on the lighthouse, though he seemed to remember a fight of sorts.

Ryan’s objectivist reality wasn’t working out as well as he hoped. Jobs were hard to get, the pay was awful and everyone was ought to exploit everyone else. Not to mention some strange and creepy things were happening, with little girls walking around with syringes alongside giant monstrosities trapped in bulky, old-timey diving suits. People were getting angry and frustrated with. There were talks of revolution.

Though living in an underwater city was kind of neat. It might have been hell, but it was fine looking hell. Dick had taken up a job at the fisheries, working in the submarines so he could afford just enough to afford a crappy little apartment, food and scrap that he could turn into equipment. He’d gone out several times as Nightwing, hoping to bring a little Gotham-magic to this city and protect people.

He was beginning to subject his boss at the fisheries were involved in illegal smuggling and he decided he was going to investigate it further. Ratpure wasn’t exactly strict with its laws so he was kind of curious to what one would smuggle into the city. His slipped on some simple clothes and headed out, ready to start another lovely day within Rapture.

On his way to work he heard a commotion. Noise and yelling from down a corridor. Something about it attracted Dick’s attention. He stopped a passerby and asked them what was going on.

“No idea! Some loon, probably drunk off his ass, yelling and shouting about how they don’t belong on this world! I bet they’re from Logan’s…Ever since that gruppy Canadian opened up his bar there’s been nothing but trouble...” They told Dick before he dismissed them. Could it be someone else had wandered from one universe to another like he did? It was worth investigating at the very least. He headed down the corridor to see what he could see.

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Thor Odinson.
This is the God of Thunder, Jane's ex-love and the former weilder of the hammer Mjolnir. However after a fateful encounter with a mysterious foe, Thor was rendered unable to wield the hammer that meant so much to him that he is now unsure of who he is without it. After learning another had taken the hammer and took the mantle of Thor, the-god-formerly-known-as-Thor decided to leave Asgard to search for this new goddess of thunder to determine if she was a cowardly thief or a worthy successor.

I've got nothing set in stone in regards to what I want from these two. Would be nice to have Thor become a mentor of sorts to the new god as he learns to accept change, or maybe even take new responsibilities such as becoming the new All-Father.

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Wonder Woman
Shaped by clay by her mother on the island of the Amazons, and given life by the Greek Goddesses, Wonder Woman was raised in paradise on a magical island where ancient women lived in solitude until a crisis caused her to leave her home for man's world. Away from her home Diana made it her mission to advocate the peace she knew in her home.

I'd love for these two to meet and kick ass and make a life-long lady friendship.

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Kratos
Kratos is a Greek God from a universe where the gods are a lot less noble than those of Jane's. He killed his family after a squabble got out of control and brought ruin to his home so he moved to the land of Midgard to start over. He's since seen the error of his ways and works to control his mighty rage, whilst rising his son in the harsh wilderness.

A friendly Thor and Kratos, what could go wrong?

Middle of the day, middle of the night, it really didn’t matter to Christian anymore, when it was that he found a need to head out for one reason or another. He still made his way back to Tony’s mansion to sleep in the bed there at least often enough to keep anyone from really noticing that he wasn’t there all that much. He saw Steve in the mornings sometimes, and would slip by Tony wordlessly as he moved from mansion to tower. His most recent projects had been destroyed in the chaos of what seemed to be an entire island of city falling on top of it, but Christian just moved forward, finding his next creation.

But he needed new tools from time to time, new bits and bobs for his work. It wasn’t meant to pass for human, not this time. That had only gained negative reactions from the people who had seen them. Namely, this other Tony who had offered him a place to work. So now, Christian worked on a new project, a different approach than his usual clockwork mechanical creations and more… Smooth.

But he’d run out of some of those few things he needed, and while he knew most of the bazaar would be closed still, it was too late or early for them to be open, he knew of a building in his home borough that would have exactly what he needed.

So Chris moved through the streets with the air of a man who knew his way. He wasn’t expecting those shadowy demon-ghosts to assault him; he hadn’t seen them since that first night here in Hub. A thing of his imagination, or a mass hallucination shared between him, Safi, and the blue eyed Tony. Apparently, they’d been real. Unlike his first encounter with them, however, Christian turned on them with a snarl and a glare, brown eyes dark and furious. He was tired of being scared, tired of following the rules he had laid out for himself when no one else even respected them. He had become caged by his own insistence that he do no harm, but these creatures, they held to no such concept. They only wanted to harm. “Back!” Christian brandished magic against them, his own spells, things that he could imagine doing that others might think ridiculous. Christian fought with magnets and a flask of water that could move another being via magnetic fields and burn another by the power of belief in acid.

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