"You got any idea where the hell we are and what we are doing here? Also who the hell are you...? And why the fuck does my head hurt so much?"
"I'm Luke, and probably cause alcohol-" He tried to begin, before being interrupted by.... a super villain? A rambling, mad scientist, cackling to life from the frigging ether. given a few minutes he could probably look up to find Batman repelling in, perhaps James Bond.
"This can't be fuckin happening." Luke muttered, feeling a bit numb, and his heart was beating in his ears. The pounding in his head got worse, somehow, and he couldn't help but double over, behind the car he was standing behind. Everything went black, and a dull whoosh sound rang inn his ears. He opened his eyes, and looked around...
'... I have the worst power.' Looking around, Luke could see a dome, black but see through somehow. Nothing in the place looked particularly smashed, or disturbed, or fucking anything. Was this a force field? That'd be helpful, kinda. Except not really, because he was just advertising his presence at this point, if the dome was visible to the outside. He dashed towards the shotgun, and back as the field dissipated.
"... Can we be friends?" Luke called out, pathetically. He didn't want to kill anyone. At least without a sword. He liked his sword.
"I'm Luke, and probably cause alcohol-" He tried to begin, before being interrupted by.... a super villain? A rambling, mad scientist, cackling to life from the frigging ether. given a few minutes he could probably look up to find Batman repelling in, perhaps James Bond.
"This can't be fuckin happening." Luke muttered, feeling a bit numb, and his heart was beating in his ears. The pounding in his head got worse, somehow, and he couldn't help but double over, behind the car he was standing behind. Everything went black, and a dull whoosh sound rang inn his ears. He opened his eyes, and looked around...
'... I have the worst power.' Looking around, Luke could see a dome, black but see through somehow. Nothing in the place looked particularly smashed, or disturbed, or fucking anything. Was this a force field? That'd be helpful, kinda. Except not really, because he was just advertising his presence at this point, if the dome was visible to the outside. He dashed towards the shotgun, and back as the field dissipated.
"... Can we be friends?" Luke called out, pathetically. He didn't want to kill anyone. At least without a sword. He liked his sword.