When Worlds Collide ||@symvol||
The sudden explosion at the Plant Facility was sharp and abrupt, the dazzling lights as his sister reached for him in her last moments to protect him near blinding him.
He remembers nothing of how he'd gotten from a desolate wasteland in the middle of nowhere galaxy to a thriving, bustling city. Only that his arrival seemed to have caused a commotion. Eyes had turned to him as he stood, dazed and lost.
The Plant had no idea the visage of his Sister had brought him here, her blinding light a brilliant display of power and energy, her flurry of wings fluttering and arching into the city park of sorts they seemed to be standing in. Her final moments of physical life before retreating into his mind and body was to give him a second chance at a better life.
However, as Pthalo gathers his bearings staring at vibrant shades of green, he see's a stringy looking man frozen a few feet away, staring at him and what his entrance provided. Pthalo is disoriented but not delirious as his dislodged mind instantly noted the feeling of the Earth rumbling, like a sand steamer was barreling top speed towards them.
He watches as behind the man a monstrous behemoth emerges, some sort of twisted, mangled mess of creatures screeching something as their focus is clearly on the spindly man. Eyes widen, gold filling the white, the pupil blowing wide to fill the iris as a purple ring forms like the event horizon of a black hole.
Lights curl down his white left arm as it raises, palm tilted to the sky as he focused on the beast, coiling gravity around the monster. The man lowered it's level, lifting the beast right from the ground, letting the momentum throw it right over their forms as he twisted on his toes. Eyes narrowed as he jerked his hand with palm down, driving the beast head first to the ground, breaking the fountain but leaving the flourishing nature around untouched as his hand dropped to his side.
Hands then raised to slip into his jacket pockets when the beast stills, settling down as the lights faded, the energy fluttering out as he ensured the creature was breathing but unconscious. Slowly he turned to check on the man behind him, the white returning to his eyes, purple gone and the gold consuming his returned iris.
"Are you alright? Did you not hear that thing coming from a mile away?" His voice is bland, his face flat as Aizawa's might be, his energy almost bored like he hadn't just taken out a high class villain with the ease of a graceful dance.