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[evilrobotdouble]

A brilliant, yellow light begins to shine, seemingly from nowhere-like a tiny sun it hovers in the air untill it starts to take a shape-five shapes. Five rings, on an invisible fist, each the same yellow colour as the light. Slowly, a metal fist seems to fade around the rings, a body filling in as if colour was being poured into a empty mould.

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[metody_green]

Metody stares for a bit, the weary student almost reeling from exhaustion and caffiene. He really ought to try this newfangled sleeping thing someday.

And then he snaps.

"Oh, come ON. You can pierce the very fabric of the universe and ply the seas of possibility and liklihood, but it doesn't occur to you to freaking look ahead to where you're going?! Do you also drive with your eyes cl- no, this is worse. This is like juggling dynamite and lighters while riding one of those little one-wheeled bikes through a maze of broken glass and snakes made out of hate. You cannot possibly be - y- nrgh!"

"How is it that I'm the only one who thought to, y'know, briefly look over things before stepping through the freaking door through worlds?!"

[evilrobotdouble]

"You've quite loud. The only reason you're still alive is because I haven't decided which of my powers to kill you with."
Hank spent a moment glaring ath the school boy, before responding properly.
"I've been to other universes before; and my methods are not as simple as a literal door. I cannot simply look through the walls of the universe, I must make an entrance first."

[metody_green]

He goes dead white, but glares back, arms folding tightly around him. This...this was really stupid. On the other hand, lets see if the - his bookbag lightens suddenly, ever so slightly. Ha, good, yes. AV field is working.

At the arena, a horrific little thing made of bones appears in the sand. It skitters in a circle, rib-legs tapping busily as it looks around, and then it heads for the stands.

"There's an anti-violence field here." Thank God. Thank a god. Thankyou, Hermes. He is going to send a thankyou card for being awesome and saving him when he's stupid. Better yet, he'll go burn it himself. You burn things for the Greek gods, right?

"If you have to make an entrance, why not strap a camera to a little robotic vehicle, send it through, and then find out if this nifty new place is safe or, oh, in the center of a blackhole?"

[evilrobotdouble]

"Well, I'm assuming that makes you a very lucky little boy."
Carefully staring at the youngster, Hank continued.
"Because honestly if there was anything more dangerous than myself here, it would be a blessing."

[metody_green]

He wearily passes his hands over his face.

"I'm 26. That is well into adulthood for my species. And...this place is rife with dangerous things. It reeks and billows with them. And most of the time, I am very scared, but today, I am just tired. Very tired."

Sanity weighs on him. He was lighter, happier and worked easier with the world when he didn't see his role in it so well. But this will pass, once the old poisons sweep back in.

"I apologize," he says, quiet now. "But the things people do amaze me."

[evilrobotdouble]

"...Well, perhaps I won't even threaten you if you would be so kind as to tell me; what is the most dangerous thing here?"
His mood suddenly uplifted by the thought of something which could perhaps kill him-end his life on unfeeling cause and effect, with no control in between.

[metody_green]

"You...kind of already did threaten me."

"That would depend on what you consider to be dangerous. And I'm on the bottom of the heap, as far as such things go. After a certain point, it's impractical to rank people as far as their danger to me goes - dead is dead, whether by being flung into the heart of the sun or just stabbed a lot."

[evilrobotdouble]

"Hmmph. I meant 'in the future.' Regardless, the two examples you mentioned wouldn't work for me."
Sighing through his nose, Hank tapped his chin with his metal hand, making a clanking noise.
"Power. Ultimate power. Something that could destroy the undestroyable."

[metody_green]

"When you say 'undestroyable', do you mean 'actually impossible to destroy, eternal and everlasting' or do you really mean 'hithero undestroyed, possibly despite great effort on the part of some', because there's a difference." Sloppy terminology, ugh. This is just like the stupid irresistable force/immovable object question. The exisitence of an irresistable force negates the existence of an immovable object, by definition, and vice versa.

"There are gods here, and probably demons as well. They might be able to help you."

For a moment, he's sorely tempted to send him at the Ice Hellions. But there's no telling what kind of havoc they'd wreck after killing him, or vice versa.

[azraelsdaughter]

Miriam's not pleased to notice Henshaw threatening Metody. First off, because Henshaw has proven to be an overbearing, mannerless ponce on more than one occasion, and second, because Metody's a dear young man who makes lovely caramels and thoroughly doesn't deserve that sort of treatment.

I'm carrying one of the most dangerous things here, though none of them know it. I'm so very glad that this place is warded against violence, or I'd be tempted to use it on Henshaw in an impromptu pegging session. I despise bullies.

Her cane taps quietly as she steps forward to stand beside Metody. "How lovely to run into you again," she says, ignoring the cyborg quite pointedly. "Is everything quite all right?" Her pale eyes are as unreadable as cop sunglasses.

[metody_green]

He kind of cringes, face flaming. Did...did the whole Nexus see his childish little fit of temper? Oh, God.

"Yes'm." He says meekly.

[azraelsdaughter]

Miriam apparently didn't notice a fit of temper. Perhaps Metody showing a bit of backbone, but not temper. She lays a hand on his shoulder, tilting her head at him. "Oh, what did I do this time to make you blush, candy-maker extraordinaire? I fear this old soldier has failed you in some way unknowing." The corners of her eyes crinkle.

"Oo, what's that in your hand?"

[metody_green]

It was a fit of temper. Obnoxious as the cyborg is, he's never been obnoxious to Metody before this - and even if he were, he wouldn't have deserved Metody snapping and ranting at him.

Pointing out the blush only makes it worse. He looks down. Does he have something in his hand, or is that just her way of requesting candy? He's picked things up and carried them around for hours before, without ever knowing he had them, so its entirely possible he does indeed have something.

[azraelsdaughter]

Miriam is still ignoring said cyborg, because if she so much as glances at Henshaw right now her general disgust with him would show. Yes, it's so terribly respectable and masculine to run about threatening strangers by way of introduction, acting like the most superior being about and generally being a pompous ass. Bravo!

"No, sorry, my mistake, it's behind your ear." She's not superhumanly fast, but quick and deft, and appears to snatch from behind his left ear a small ball wrapped in gold foil.

As she's bent over performing the trick, she asks simply and quietly at his ear, "Sorry, but you seemed in need of a distraction."

[metody_green]

"Wh - " He's completely baffled by this. Behind his ear? What the heck was the crazy lady on abou- oh! He bursts into sudden laughter, and if she doesn't dodge, she gets a hug.

"You're so sweet." He whispers back.

[azraelsdaughter]

Miriam seems a bit startled, but lays an arm round his shoulders regardless. "Ah, I'm the mother wolf of Daimon's odd little family. More to the point, I owed you a truffle." She doesn't mention that her son would have been just a bit older than him, or that she's a sentimental sort despite the steel.