Worlds have been imploding in on themselves, destroying
everything and everyone to ever exist there, so a powerful being
has broken the barriers between worlds, standing or not, and
merging them to create a safe space for them to carry out the rest
of their lives. Whether everything can go back to normal or not for
them, well, who knows?
Pico woke up, holding his head as he sat up “Ugh, I was just
fighting someone... where the heck am I now?” Pico scanned his
surroundings, holding onto his Uzi with a tight grip
She stood on the fresh grass, her eyes keeping their gaze locked.
Her wings were neatly folded on her back, the featheres fluttering
in the soft breeze.
Loki groans, lifting his head up and squinting at the sun.
"Where...? This isn't Asgard..." He stood up, brushing off his suit
and looking at this strange person
Marrabelle opened her eyes slowly, still standing, leaning on her
cane. The tail of her jacket fluttered with the breeze, and there
was a soft smile on her face. She felt the pain, but embraced it.
She loved the pain, but her curiousites were piqued. What exactly
had brought her here? She saw there were many others she did not
regconize. Her first thought-was this Cipher's doing? But no, those
humans had defeated him. Was this Ford? No, they did not see her
evil enough to reloacte her. Then what exactly was this? She looked
back at the strange creature, tipping the brim of her tophat
upwards. "And greetings to you. Are you the one who brought me
here? If so, where am I and who are you?" The entire time, she
grinned, as if this entire thing amused her.
"I am Plus. Some call me a god-like figure, yet that was my
parents. Your worlds imploded in on themselves. You're very, very
lucky to be here. Once a month, there'll be a chance we find a
survivor or something more to bring back." Her eyes scanned over
them, giving a sigh of approval to something.
Marrabelle considered this. The world had imploded? While she did
love some good chaos, it would be awfully boring without the Pines.
She felt a twinge of sadness, but eh, that was not important. If
they did bring back a survivor, she hoped it would be Pine Tree. He
always got so mad, and it was hilarious. She leaned foward, her
cane sliding back in the grass as she thought. When the strange
creature spoke again, she sighed. "Marrabelle," she offered. It
would have been fun for them to not know her name, but eh, what did
it matter? After all, it seemed like she was stuck with these
dunces. "Why so nervous, dearie? I don't bite, most of the time."
“Pico” He said his name as he got up, still holding his Uzi “What’s
yours?” He said, fiddling with his Uzi in worry... He didn’t know
if this thing was good or not