#musesbykai

"WHO MADE YOU? AND WHY ARE YOU NOT ANSWERING ME."

(I'm so sorry)

"Yeah, I'm the one who keeps shorting out the lights. What are you going to do..." Spectra pauses now as she actually looks at the other. Oh. They were uh, very imposing looking. They couldn't hurt her though, right? Right?

Susan had been assigned to a gentleman, former Sergeant Oron Eaton, as to offer resources on behalf of the B.P.E.A. A non-descript calling card was left for the man to find and act upon if he was so inclined, which would lead to a building tucked away on the dead-end street of a long forgotten industry area. Secluded, and very purposely unmonitored by local authorities. She checked her folder again. All still in order.

"Multiverse anomalies," she murmured aloud as she shifted where she stood outside the 'office' door. "No wonder they got us involved... I wonder how he did it?"

"Oh? Implants? Y'mean like, cyborg stuff? That's RAD, dude! Sorry I got ya knocked over!" he sheepishly rubs his neck at that, clearly a bit remorseful that Oron had gotten knocked over because of his lack of awareness. But this was all new to him, in his defense! Getting warped into another realm without IMMEDIATELY being assaulted/challenged to a duel by the inhabitants of said realm. He'd tilt his head a bit as Oron just stared at him.

"-- What? Why ya lookin' at me like that? Somethin' on my face?" he quips, before Oron states his question. He scratches his blue hair a bit. "Um... not exactly! I was just, y'know, minding my own business, me and my GF Ev' were just hangin' at this public park and having a good time... then just WHOOF! I get swept away and plopped down right here-!" he points over to an alley-way, not too dissimilar from the state that Oron had found Tabi in.

"I mean, this place is... cool, I guess? Not too different to my reality, but... different, still. I'm just glad I ain't dealin' with some inter-dimensional freak for once!" he laughs casually at that, before he slaps himself over the head. "Ah-! Damn, I almost forgot!" as he twirls the microphone in his hand around a few turns, gripping it and giving Oron an eccentric grin and peace sign.

🌀 "Eh...?"

Were these the people that the note warned him about?

This was the furthest he'd been from New York since his world and the human world collided. It was safe to say that the human's were not the kindest to the detective, so he was ready just in case they wanted to fight. His shotgun was nestled in his holster under his coat and his tome in his hand.

Abrams stepped out of the car. His very large, blue form served to be a focal point for anyone in the area. }

Joseph had just been dealing with one of his flock. Comforting them over something they confided in him until he'd witnessed the car coming down the road.

A furrowed brow got further furrowed as he stood straight up and witnessed this... Thing exit the car.

He wasn't a person who like cars, not like Cain had been. but he had to hold up a hand before people started firing at the man.

... He wasn't even sure it was a man, not with those looks.

"We don't receive many visitors here from outside of the County." He spoke, calmly yet his body language read he was feeling the opposite just by the others appearance.

"May I inquire as to your presence within the County and why you came all this way to my church?"

Dogs barked, people still held rifles, bats and other weapons in hand as they stared at Abrams.