"I'm perfectly within my right to dress as I wish," Sam informed the officer. He itched to flash his badge and dispel the air between himself and the man.
While this guy was obviously working the streets and Sam emerged from the morgue, they were both police officers.
It would help if the man stopped throwing phrases at Sam.
"I'm don't own a cape, I can't pull them off yet," Sam replied and the man eyed Sam, clearly looking for cheek but seeming more baffled at Sam's exasperated expression.
"So the whole get up is a fashion statement?" he asked and Sam took notice of his scarred hands and the distance between them.
Frowning, he nodded once.
"I'm off to a...Lord of the Rings meeting?" He offered, using what the woman had said and the man clicked his tongue.
"Your Gandalf costume needs work but I've seen worst, swap the duster out for a robe and you're set...once you get a fake beard," he pointed out and turned, muttering something into his shoulder radio.
Sam nodded, trying to appear attentive. Respect went a long way with cops. Being both the son of a long term cop and the leader of the ODD department of Gotham city, the Occult Defence Department, he knew this.
Gotham's, and the country's, first public magic department set up to deal magical threats that were choking Gotham from the unseen shadows.
Commissioner Gordon had asked him to be the leader after Sam...fixed several problems of a magical nature and had the backing of both Jason Blood, demon and occultist, and Carmine Cove, a shady woman of great influence, who mothered Sam with great affection.
She was also an ex-fairy queen that had a habit of removing fingers.
Sam already knew he was in the clear when the man turned around, the man's hand didn't hover near his firearm anymore.
"Alright, kid, don't...maybe wear some sneakers or wait until you get your meet up until you change in the future, alright?" the cop held his belt with both hands and Sam went a little pink as the cop called him a kid.
He was twenty-five dammit!
"Alright, officer!" Sam waved, smiling like nothing was ever wrong in his life. The cop shook his head and got back into his car, his partner driving them off.
Sam turned and headed down an alley between some whimsical flower shop and a bar called the 'Tipsy Hound'.
Sam ignored the usual mess found in narrow spaces next to a bar.
He looked around and knelt down to gingerly pull a cracked pen off the ground.
"Alright, one little spell," Sam took a deep breath and tried not to splutter at the smell of raw garbage.
"Pen, find a person in danger!" Sam channelled the raw energies that seeped between the void and life. It was all magic and it was never just one, or two or more. The multicoloured aura surrounded the pen, greens with off shots of orange and something shot into his eyes. Sam closed them automatically.
Crap, magic in the eye meant he could blow someone up if the magic went bad as it settled on some odd side effect of casting a spell.
It felt...restorative, healing beyond a simple healing spell. It was life.
Sam blinked his eyes open and the magic went inert awaiting the activation trigger.
"Well...just my luck," Sam turned and his eyes didn't react to anything, not even people walking past on the street.
Something nudged his feet and Sam looked down as the pen spun in his palm before the tip pointed hard in a direction.
"Hello, can I help you?" Sam asked as the grey cat rubbed hard against his legs, purring as Sam bent down. The cat sniffed the pen and purred loudly.
"Woah, careful, the last few animals that got near me became weird," Sam warned and stood to leave.
The cat jumped and landed on his shoulder, making Sam almost drop the pen in surprise.
"Hey, no, no. Get down," Sam requested and the cat, ringed with dark grey stripes, rubbed its face into Sam's hat.
"Listen, I like to stay and pet you but I'm on a quest to help someone and figure out what the hell is going on with my life right now, it's complicated stuff and I refuse to bring a cat into this," Sam told it sternly.
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"So, the pen said left, what do you think Jason?" Sam asked the cat lounging on his hat. The cat batted its tail against Sam's neck and he nodded softly.
"I think we should circle around too, danger is so vague, what if catch some teenager smoking or a guy trying to back flip off a fence?" Sam frowned and Jason the cat didn't reply but his, and Sam had checked, tail against his neck again.
"You're right, nothing gained by hanging about and looking crazy," Sam agreed. He followed the sidewalk around the docks near the train yard, Sam was never so thankful his google account seemed to cause his phone to automatically download a map app to replace his 'non-licensed software'.
The wifi was iffy but Wayne tech really did shine, the coffee shop some streets back was still giving him excellent refresh times for the map.
He was aiming for some sign of danger and he wasn't disappointed.
Three mutant animals were charging down men, scruffy white guys that looked closer in apperance to belong in some trailer park than a dock.
The men had firearms, decent ones at that. Not some rusty pea shooters found under dumpsters.
Sam watched as a girl on the back on one of the lizard hounds whistled. A man took aim at her with a gun from the side as the girl began to rip open van doors to the sounds of terrified dogs.
Sam waved his hand and every gun flew off to the side, his other hand waved at the dogs as they turned.
Jason hissed but dug his claws in deep to his hat.
The disarming spell worked as intended, not a single error in the process.
The dogs turned but seemed to be unable to raise their claws off the ground, though, not from lack of effort.
The spell fizzled and Sam groaned but let the effect spread out, feeling it was harmless, temporary.
The lizard hounds' eyes, some had more than two, spread until their pupils took up almost half their face.
The girl howled in rage and the beasts made noises of confusion at her.
"Don't worry, it's not an actual transformation, just a little illusion, my bad," he called and men around him were scrambling to get their guns.
Sam sighed and yanked all the guns to his feet.
Everyone stared at him, except the girl with a solid face, she was on the ground, trying to pry the beasts free.
"Alright, everyone just calm down, I'm sure there doesn't need to be anymore escalation of violence," Sam begin and a skin head pulled a knife at him, shaking as he stared at Sam.
"H-Hookwolf is gonna gut you, punk, you think your some wizard, fucking faggot?" the man spat and Sam made a zipping motion.
The man opened his mouth but no noise came out. The spell also sparked over to the hounds and the furious girl blinked at them.
"Not real? They're fine," she stated as if this was just occurring to her.
Sam sighed, his magic was just undermining itself, first casting some eye-enlarging illusion and then some large area spell that made people refuse to believe in Sam's illusions but it helped calm the girl who looked like she could punch Sam a good one.
"Excuse me, why are you stealing those dogs?" Sam called and the girl turned, an odd plastic dog mask hanging off the side of her face.
She snarled and spat at Sam when she spoke.
"Saving them, you fucking blind?" she yelled and Sam took stock of the open warehouse door where several cages already sat, a beam of sunlight illuminated a large round wooden fence, a slight pit inside so people could stare in and down at something.
One of the men lunged for something his pocket and Sam's raised his staff, the eldritch rune of fear burning top its ornate wooden head.
His magic had carved that rune into his staff and it only did one thing...but it did it well.
Every person froze, the beasts and the girl as well as Sam's staff, radiated a pale orange light.
"If someone makes one more move, I will turn you all into garden gnomes and let dogs use you all day as something to aim for," Sam said very clearly.
Sam nodded at the girl in the fur lined hood.
"I'll hold these guys, you taking all the dogs?" Sam asked and the girl flared her nostrils.
"I don't know you," she decided to say, the vein in her neck showing how pissed, (scared?) she was.
Sam looked down and sure enough, the pen pointed right at the girl.
"Name's Sam, nice to meet you," Sam tipped his hat, smiling and Jason hissed as he was jostled. The girl eyed the cat and then shook her head at something that she was about to say, looking unsure and pissed. Her hounds whined and Sam raised one hand, releasing this stick spell.
"Your friends are free, I'm not going to stop you, take the dogs," he urged and she nodded stiffly.
"Move or or they'll run you down," was all she said in return.
Sam held the staff, the rune still pulsing, at the group of men as moved to the side. He tried not to stare impolitely as one of them seemed to have...gotten quite nervous.
He watched as the hounds ripped opened cages and the rider of the pack, rushed away, most of the pack of dogs following her due to the noises the three lizard hounds made, some broke off but Sam guessed they would be better off eating scraps from a dumpster than having their throat torn open.
Sam turned to the men he held captive and smiled in his best professional smile.
"Alright, I'm going to let you go because I can't actually arrest you all, long explanation but just in case you all think about doing this again," Sam warned and his hand flicked out and giant hand of earth formed in the air, flying into the warehouse and crushing the pit arena into splinters, the fist floated back out and smashed the empty van's torn cages more.
"I will find you all, I know your faces. Good day, gentlemen," Sam tipped his hat and released his fear spell and walked away after letting the earth swallow the guns halfway, making them obvious to spot but useless to use.
A spark shot off and hit one of the men. He began to nervously sing a song about some lass waiting for a ship.
Sam thought it was catchy but the guy needed lessons on vocal pitches.
Jason purred as Sam scratched his ear.
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"Mam, we have a situation," Deputy-director Renick called.
Director Piggot lowered her phone and stood with exasperation.
"Is this about the sheep that is resisting arrest for the fourth time?" she asked with a raised brow and Renick handed a report over.
Piggot picked up her phone a minute later, her lips thin.
Renick winced as the phone made odd noises in the Director's grip.
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The Moo That Goes CowSam walked out of the supermarket, feeling just a tad bit guilty having used what was most likely a fake bill.
Sure, in his world it may have been legit but the cashier was too busy staring at his hat to notice the potential incorrect details on the bills.
Jason was waiting patiently on a car hood as he left. The cat quickly settled back onto his hat with a single leap.
"Watch it, or Beatrix will wake up and she'll say something very awkward," Sam warned, thinking of the old echo of Beatrix Flamel that was imprinted into his hat.
The woman was...outspoken and liked bananas.
It sounded so innocent but apparently, the woman had been a bit of a party enchanter back in the day and was most likely the cause of several laws that banned particular activities behind closed doors.
She only woke up every week or two to scan who ever wore her hat and unlock hidden potential.
Using the password 'banana', of course. Looking at it closely, Beatrix was a very powerful artefact. The hat almost made Sam appear far young due to how it refused to fit his head no matter what.
That wasn't magic, it was just annoying.
Jason purred as Sam carried some basic sandwich materials and a box of cat kibble.
"So, we have options, I think you should tell me if they're any good, alright?" he asked and Jason slapped his neck with his tail.
"Great, so first, the pen is still spinning in my pocket, I had to show the cashier that I wasn't that happy to see her, a weird question that was, We could go see if that girl needs any more help," Sam rubbed his chin. Jason didn't comment so Sam carried on as he continued towards what he thought was a local park, some green patches of grass and a few benches.
"Second option, we go meet the heroes, this map I bought in the store shows where the PTR building is, they're apparently different from the Protectorate. Like one is the Justice League and another is the people who sign their paperwork so they can go save people or something," Sam frowned.
Sounded orderly but it made heroes a little bit different than most in his world.
Superman would obey the laws to his best effort but he would never let someone stop him breaking down some walls to save a kid.
It wasn't the same, he knew this. Sam could see how this world was lacking a lot advanced tech and extreme pressure to stop the world going insane.
It was what little research he could pull up showed one very, disturbing trend.
Every hero got their powers roughly the same way. From what people, both independents and heroes admitted over the years, and from what Sam pieced together, people's powers often appeared after great danger or stressed.
This was fine, a lot of metahumans and heroes had the same origins in his world but a quick search on his phone produced no other hero story.
No one drank a super secret formula, no one replaced half their body with cybernetics, no one came from Mars, no was empowered by the gods, and worst of all, no one got taught anything by their magic instructor.
Magic...didn't exist here.
Sam snorted. That wasn't true. He was living proof.
Magic wasn't used here or if it was, it was so well hidden that even paranoid people on the internet discarded any magic theories on how capes appeared.
The only one keeping the name magic afloat was some guy called Myrddin in Chicago. People called him a kook and that was a shame.
The guy looked awesome!
Sam bit into his sandwich, neatly cut by a slight wind spell and poured Jason some food into a plastic bowl he had bought.
He stood after eating his sandwich, holding out one hand.
He swung and with a flicker, a large red, golden fish appeared his hand.
Mazu, turned snapping, teeth to put a shark to shame, before he saw it was Sam that held him.
"Hey, Mazu, you okay?" Sam greeted and Mazu deflated, quite literally, as he shrunk to the size of a goldfish.
Sam knew the spell wouldn't last long without a target so he spoke quickly.
"Hey, can you tell Bubbles, to tell Kevin, to tell Jason, that I'm alive and stuck in some weird place called Brockton Bay? In some other Earth?" He asked the fish.
Mazu was a... creation of his magic, by accident. Most of Sam's friends were an accident of his magic.
Mazu was a rather bloodthirsty fish that Sam accidentally conjured when he was trying to put a bat/spider/lizard creature to sleep. Mazu, if swung hard enough, could produce toxins that would knock people out. When not being used by the spell, Mazu spent his time inside Bubbles.
A dark water elemental who had a rather macabre sense of humour. The pair made for quite a sight.
Mazu blew out some bubbles and rolled his eyes.
"Thank you, I'll summon you in a couple hours, I might even let you bite someone," Sma promised and Mazu wriggled excitedly at this.
The spell ran out and Mazu vanished as Jason leapt at the empty air.
"Woah, kitty, you are one brave cat, Mazu would have none of your shit," he shook his head and Jason meowed sadly.
Sam bent down and held out two hands.
"One of these holds fishy kibble and one holds a mouse kibble. The fishy means dog girl, mouse means the heroes. I'm a bit torn but you seem to know what you want, pick one," Sam offered and Jason blinked slowly at Sam.
"I know you're a cat but don't ruin this," Sam muttered. Jason nudged the mouse kibble.
Sam smiled.
"We'll sniff out the girl soon, I am worried about her but I can tell she ain't a popular character, so the best way to get the lay of the land is to see the view from the top of the most powerful people's castles. Jason said that, I think he means that the people with power usually have pretty good offices with a view, Besides, I want to meet the people who protect this place, I've not really met any heroes I've disliked yet," Sam mused and Jason looked at Sam's other hand which was still closed.
Sam let him have the remaining kibble.
"To the Badass Normal hall, I guess, I don't think I should break into the super base, not yet" Sam stood and packed away his supplies.
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Director Piggot was signing off a new patrol route that the Wards would be able to go down, she wanted everything wrapped up. Tonight, the majority of the Protectorate ENE would be attending an event and the idea of so many of the city's defenders off the job and in one place was making her mood sour.
The Wards would be on standby but she wasn't going to let them go against anything more dangerous than Uber and Leet or even a few of the low tier E88...Mush, yes, she would let them fight Mush.
The Director was almost done when her phone rang, she picked it up without pausing her other hand.
"Yes?" she spoke with a clipped tone, the light on her phone was telling her that it was the reception desk.
"Director? I..uh..have a visitor for you," the woman spoke, her voice tight. Piggot slowly put her pen down.
"Listen to me, if you are in danger, say aloud 'Of course, mam', if you feel safe… tell the visitor to take a seat in the waiting room.
She listened as the receptionist on the ground floor politely told the 'visitor' to take a seat.
"Sorry, Director, he's dressed weird and has a cat on his hat, he also has a staff," the young woman explained and the Director tapped her computer keyboard.
Camera feeds flashed past until the waiting room appeared.
Piggot blinked.
She shuffled papers around on her desk and pulled a rough description of an arrested man found at the scene of a warehouse incident earlier that day, an assumed dog fighting pit was broken and guns phased into the solid ground.
A few people loitering around shouted about some cape that made them all freeze in fear.
She reread the description of the cape.
"Looked like a nerd, dressed like a wizard and had a cat. He looked like he wasn't even old enough to fucking drive," was what the EE8 sympathiser had repeated.
Piggot assumed the man was being difficult or attempting to hide something.
But looking at the screen, she watched as the man picked up a fashion magazine, leaning his staff against the water cooler and petted his cat.
He had no mask.
"...Wait five minutes and see him to the secure meeting room on the third floor, 2-A. Don't make any sudden movements and submit yourself to M/S protocols after closing the doors, go straight to the holding rooms or we'll assume you have been compromised. Good work and keep calm," Piggot urged and hung up.
She sat there for about five seconds and then got to work.
Emotion manipulator, terrakinesis to form giant fists and swallow guns, an ability to cause illusions, and even the power to make people sing on command.
Piggot took no chances but she was also not going to be stupid about this.
He had come here, knowing full well that this was a fortress that he would not walk out of if he attempted to do any harm.
Looking at it as logically as she could, she tried to see the young man, a lover of animals clearly, see the dog fighting felons setting up and fighting Hellhound.
Piggot could almost see the thoughts in the man head if she looked at it that way.
He hadn't killed or even touched the men, just scared them into barely even running when the police turned up.
Disarming the people of their guns, sending Hellhound off before she could maim the men, causing them to stand down before it could escalate more.
Looking at it this way. Piggot felt a little spark of... professional optimism.
A hero that was willing to show his face and hold back? His costume was goofy and it made him look harmless.
The PR would love him.
She pushed a quick dial on her phone and Armsmaster picked up.
"I know, I'm running low-level scans, he's not hiding anything that I can detect over the sensors. Should we ask him to leave the cat behind? He could have a similar ability as Hellhound," he asked and Piggot pursed her lips.
"No, we want him to be as comfortable to us as possible, if this a positive first contact with a new cape, I want to show that we mean business but we aren't going to push it into his face," Piggot ordered.
"Understood, I shall send Dauntless in, without his boots or spear, he'll be the easiest to hold for some time," Armsmaster hung up and Director Piggot rode the elevator down to the room that was on the same floor but on the far end of the building.
It would allow her to see, hear, and even feel this cape out.
She remained cautious but...hopeful.
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"I feel a bit rude but your sneakers don't match your costume," Sam said after an awkward silence has stretched on after the introductions.
The man, Dauntless he had called himself, smile became a little fixed.
"I had to take off my boots before coming here, I was little lacking in options," he explained and Sam nodded.
"Socks wouldn't be very heroic, So, I guess they didn't give you a script other than 'make him talk', right?" Sam guessed as Jason purred from Dauntless' petting. The Spartan helmet he wore hid enough features other than a pair of very expressive eyes.
Sam liked Dauntless' eyes, they assured him without saying anything and that was a good trait to have in a hero.
"Sort of, your sudden appearance and the fact we've never seen you before, kinda threw us off," Dauntless admitted.
The room was an interrogation room prettied up to pretend it wasn't as such. The wall had one window but Sam had a pretty good idea that it was reinforced beyond human strength.
This was the causal part of the whole meeting. Dauntless was either some member who could completely destroy Sam under a second or someone who was useless if Sam somehow took control of him.
It was a test, this entire thing was a test.
Sam had to wonder how many times the PRT and Protectorate had been burned by tricks or false heroes.
"Sorry, I didn't really know the protocol for meeting the local heroes. I assumed I could just pop in, leave a name and get an appointment time," Sam grinned.
Dauntless chuckled.
"Sounds really efficient and something I can see Armsmaster would like," he sounded like this was a joke in itself.
"Armsmaster? That name implies all sorts of things," Sam raised an eyebrow. Dauntless stilled a little.
"You've not heard of Armsmaster?" he asked, calmly and interested. Sam shrugged.
"Lots of names I haven't heard of. Only been on this scene for a short time," Sam explained, not adding that the short period of time was 'less than twelve hours'.
Dauntless leant back, making a little 'ah' sound.
"I get you, we do recruit people who gain powers, despite knowing very little about the players in play. It's a little confusing. Are you looking to join up?" Dauntless asked and Sam shook his head.
"Not quite, I'm mostly seeing what you guys are like. I heard a lot about people with powers over a short period of time and not all of it is good," he rubbed at his chin and his wizard hat slipped a little.
"People have broad strokes on the validity of heroes. I've heard people ask if I think heroes are needed, if there should be tighter control over capes, if villains should be shot on sight. A lot of people are dragged into cape power plays all the time and it can leave a bad taste. Do you feel like we might not be living up to a standard you have?" Dauntless asked politely and Sam blinked.
"Except for extreme circumstances, I tend to form my own opinions on people. So far, you guys have been kind enough not to mob or rush me at the desk. I haven't seen you in work or how your members treat the public yet but I like to believe you, and the other heroes, are doing their best to help people. I think having power can be a strong gift but using it to help people can be deeply humbling," Sam finished and smiled as Dauntless looked at him, a little wide eyed.
"I a-agree, many heroes in the past have admitted to using the job as a way to fuel their fantasies or get a high of the fight without being in trouble. To honestly want to help people is a very desirable trait that the Protectorate looks for in heroes, to point to as examples," Dauntless said, sounding more animated as he talked.
"If a hero applicant admitted he just wanted to fight, would you still hire him?" Sam asked, curious. Dauntless paused and took a few seconds to reply.
"I'll be honest, if it meant they were fighting with us, instead of against us. We would. The villains have a lot of numbers and we can't afford to really turn down people who might have less than stellar attitudes. We try to reign in what we can and help where we could but people aren't that easy. I'm saying this because I don't want to come across as a fanatic or a loyal grunt with no self-thought. I will state we have had some great success with villains turned heroes," Dauntless said with confidence.
Sam nodded slowly. He liked Dauntless, the man has a casual way of showing both awareness and honesty when the situation needed it.
"Thank you, I guess your leaders need time to review everything and all that, so I'm pretty happy to move on and get on my way for now," Sam said and Dauntless tapped a pen in his hand.
"Sure, it would assure some of the upper management if you could tell us a little about yourself," Dauntless' voice took on a professional tone.
"Uh sure, my name is Samual Derrricks-" he began and Dauntless flinched a little.
"Are you sure you want to use your real name? You don't even have a mask," Dauntless asked, sounding a little concerned.
Sam blinked.
"Yes, I have nothing to hide," he answered, confused. Sure the whole 'he didn't exist in this world' was a bit of a mood killer but he should try to be as honest as he was willing to avoid being bit in the ass later.
"Oh...if you're sure? Once it's out there, it's not ever going to be forgotten." Dauntless really did sound worried.
Sam grinned.
"I can handle myself, besides I only go looking for trouble when someone needs help," Sam assured.
Dauntless didn't look assured but he cleared his throat and let Sam carry on.
"I'm twenty-five and-"
"Excuse me?" Dauntless squawked and Sam frowned.
"This is going to take all day if you keep interrupting me, yes I'm twenty-five," Sam sighed. Dauntless stared at him but nodded slowly.
"R-right," he accepted.
"I was born and raised in the big city and I've only recently come to Brockton Bay," Sam added.
"Which city?" Dauntless pressed and Sam grinned.
"The gothic one," he joked and Dauntless eyed him but let the question go.
"And you have a house here, an apartment?" Dauntless inquired. Sam smiled.
"Working on that, I'm...nature bound right now," he waved and Dauntless eyes looked bunched up in confusion.
"You're homeless?" he translated and Sam waved it away.
"For now, I'm working on it." Sam felt a little embarrassed as Dauntless shook his head.
"No, if you need help, we...I'll help, a hotel or something?" Dauntless offered as Sam picked cat hair off his hat.
"Maybe in a day or two. I'm still looking around, getting a feel for the city, you know?" Sam deflected. He was grateful for the concern but having a government issued room meant he wasn't going to have the freedom he needed to start working his ass back home.
He really needed to find what this world had for interdimensional travel and how it was viewed.
"Okay, I'll give you a number that will connect you to me, personally. If you need the help," Dauntless stated, Sam didn't argue, he knew what it was like to want to help someone that deeply.
"I appreciate that. So, I suppose you want the details on my powers?" Sam grinned. Dauntless turned his golden helmet to look out the window.
"That part would be...particular helpful but I won't push if you'd rather not right now," Dauntless spoke softly, offering Sam an out if he felt trapped.
"No worries, I've never hidden it before when it mattered," Sam said, feeling a little fond as he remembered telling his Dad about his powers.
But... there was no magic here. So he would have to fudge the details a little.
"I can make things happen with verbals words, anything I can think of. On the other hand, I sometimes get more than I asked for or not exactly what I asked for," Sam said slowly. Magic, he just wanted to say magic.
Dauntless pen tapping had frozen.
"Are you saying you can do anything you want if you simply saying it?" Dauntless choked out and Sam could hear the disbelief in his voice.
Jason the cat snooze and rolled over, falling off the table.
There was a yowl and Jason hopped back up on the table glaring at the men.
"Here, give me that pen," Sam asked and Dauntless handed it over slowly.
"Alright, what do you want this pen to do? Anything you want," Sam offered. Dauntless swallowed and seemed to have trouble speaking.
He stiffened and Sam had a feeling whatever earpiece he had in was going crazy with orders.
"What are your limits?" Dauntless asked and Sam thought about it.
He made a demon host transform into an angel…
He made a bat turn into a living lich…
He had brought life to objects…
He made water turn sapient…
He bound a fallen angel to Gotham…
"I haven't tested," Sam finally stated. The Spartan hero nodded numbly.
"Can you make it...glow?" he waved his hand, plucking a random idea from his head.
Sam shrugged.
"Sure," he held the pen and used the weave of chaos to enchant the pen to glow a like a fairy light.
At the same time, Sam felt the push of extra magic. He decided to let it go through, saving his chaos denial powers for truly dangerous effects.
The pen lit up with a twinkling light and the entire floor suffered a mass experience of coffee lids, Tupperware lids, bottle water lids, jam lids, soda lids and even a few painkiller lids rocketing off their containers.
Dauntless gingerly took back the pen and Sam winced.
"Tell your bosses, sorry about the lids," he laughed and Dauntless looked at him.
"Lids?" he repeated.
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Piggot started as Armsmaster's odd thick soup concoction that was in his thermos was exposed. Some of the fluid leaked on to his armoured glove. Miss Militia offered him a patriotic handkerchief which he took.
"I had that seal by a machine…" he growled.
Piggot turned back slowly to the monitors.
This was...causing her head to ache already. She felt a little relief slip in as Sam continued to coax Dauntless out of shock. She was rather glad she took steps to be cordial.
This man could do...anything? Anything he wanted.
Piggot felt the hope inside her gain a new coworker. It was an experienced one. Fear.
But she didn't fire hope yet as she watched Samual Derricks smile at Dauntless' surprise.
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Sam whistled as he left the building, Jason quiet on his hat.
Dauntless politely lead him back to the first floor and, still holding the glowing pen, walked away, looking a little dazed.
Sam felt bad, people in his world had enough trouble dealing with his brand of magic.
He took out a pen and it pointed weakly towards the city.
Sam wondered if it was still locked on to the dog girl.
The pen stiffened and spun wildly all of the sudden. It pointed to his left. It was straining to his left.
"Well, that's a sign if I ever needed one," Sam frowned. Not liking his danger-pen was picking up such a strong reaction.
He could find a hotel room or make some interdimensional castle in some pocket space later, someone really need his help and the ache of empty space on his finger made his heart take hurt.
Sam buried that pain in with his determination and held Jason in his arms as he flew off.
Avoiding traffic and people as he tried to narrow down the source of danger.
Coyote was gone but Sam would never forget what Coyote had taught him.
People were worth saving, even lonely sad morgue workers who had given up on life.
Sam speed up.
He would never forget that.
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