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[constructadditionalheroes]

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I feel like I should be more freaked out right now, what with being lost in another dimension. But it's just that there's just so much weird STUFF here that I'm feeling more excited than lost! I already found a real life medieval village! Is it time travel or just more different dimensions...?

Sorry, I'm rambling. The name's Tracer! Former agent of Overwatch and general nosy busy body. Who else is around here?

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It's an ordinary day in Genessia, when tragedy struck. Someone wasn't looking when crossing the street, and they got hit by some asshole in a bright red sports car who was talking on his phone while driving. Whoever was hit, be it some random passerby or YOU, was killed instantly. A senseless loss of li-

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It's an ordinary day in Genssia, when tragedy nearly struck. Someone wasn't looking when crossing the street, and they ALMOST got hit by some asshole in a bright red sports car who was talking on his phone while driving. Whoever was about to get hit got pulled back onto the sidewalk a split second before the car roared past.

The chronal accelerator on Tracer's chest dimmed a bit as she made sure they (you?) were okay.

"You really ought to watch where you're going. That could have been real bad!"

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[yellowhugbuggy]

[ A yellow version of what looks like this
braked suddenly (despite no one at the wheel) and...

...wait, what just happened? ]

[constructadditionalheroes]

Having successfully saved an NPC from a horrible fate, Tracer dusted her hands off and looked across the street.

Probably happens all the time around here, honestly. Cars so primitive that they have wheels probably don't have autopilot collision detection.

[She looked up at the yellow car with no driver.]

Maybe that one does...

[yellowhugbuggy]

[ Bumblebee chooses to respond with a small song snippet, the song being one of Marvin Gaye's. ]

"What's going on?"

[constructadditionalheroes]

[Vaguely confused, Tracer blinks over to get a closer look at this driverless car that's playing music at her.]

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[wontdieifkilled]

[The video feed shows a Japanese teenager with red hair, gold eyes, and a curious look on his face.]

What's Overwatch?

[constructadditionalheroes]

[She bites back a surprised retort, remembering that she isn’t on Earth anymore. So it’s not actually weird that someone might not know about Overwatch.]

It’s an organization of exceptionally skilled individuals dedicated to keeping the world safe from exceptional threats.

Or at least it was.

[wontdieifkilled]

[That...that sounds straight up Shirou's alley. So it piques his curiosity even more.]

It was? It doesn't exist any longer?

[constructadditionalheroes]

By the end there were lies and secrets, people stopped trusting us. Everything that hadn’t already fallen apart on its own was taken apart by the UN.

[Wistful sigh. Those were the days, before Blackwatch ruined everything. But Tracer was bad at staying in a bad mood for too long.]

Anyway, I’m an independent operator now! Doing the best I can with the people still around!

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[liveofftheland]

I have no idea how the cities work, honestly. The gates dividing them do feel like stepping into another world, though, which is weird on its own.

[constructadditionalheroes]

I know OF multiverse theory but as far as I know no one's ever actually proved it. You just occasionally hear about it in magazines and science fiction movies.

Oh who am I kidding, this is obviously it!

[liveofftheland]

There's a lot here to get used to. I don't get half this stuff, but it's interesting enough. And useful.

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[gachamage]

[It was just another day in Genessia and unfortunately, Zeyl is having an unlucky day today. Thanks to his Pachirisu annoying Byakko, he ends up chasing down his aggressive familiar and his hyperactive squirrel Pokemon through the streets.

But because he is so focused on stopping his creatures from hurting each other, he didn't see the red sports car hitting him, causing him to drop down and died from his injuries.

At least that was supposed to happen when a woman suddenly grabs him away from the car, much to Byakko's shock and relief. Seeing his savior, he sighs in relief.]

T-Thanks... I need to pay attention to where I was going...

[The small white tiger-dragon cub runs up to his summoner and growls in worry.]

Don't worry, Byakko. I'm fine... Sort of...

[constructadditionalheroes]

You're not the only one who needs to watch where he's going!

[But the asshole in the red sports car had already gone tearing around the corner and vanished. What an asshole.]

You alright, then?

[gachamage]

Y-Yeah... I'm alright... No thanks to my short-tempered tiger-dragon familiar...

[He then glares at Byakko, who became a bit scared upon seeing that his summoner is mad.]

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[therabbit]

When you say medieval village are you talking about Fayren?

[Because to the boy that would probably be the most accurate guess.]

[constructadditionalheroes]

That's the one!

[therabbit]

It's a very interesting place. I currently have an apartment there.

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[prismaticdestruction]

[For now, Flandre's going to keep her wings out of view as she starts the conversation.]

After a while, you get used to it. It happens too often.

[But then a smile which shows her fangs.]

What's Overwatch? That sound really interesting! Also, Nice to meet you Tracer, I'm Flandre!

[constructadditionalheroes]

We're heroes! Protecting people from bad guys and saving the world!

Okay okay the saving the world bit was before I joined up but I like to think I did some good for people too.

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[burnt_offering]

Hey! Welcome to Genessia! I'm not the best with details, but from what I've got? People are pulled from different times, different places, and then different versions of those places even. [Ace looks like he's really thinking for a moment, before continuing.] There's been four other versions of me before this, none of us the same, so it's kinda crazy to think about. But it's also pretty easy to be excited when there's just so much to do. [There's a quick pause.] You know about the archways, right?

[constructadditionalheroes]

I saw some archways! They had other places behind 'em!

I dunno more than that though. It's all so strange and confusing. I'll still need a bit to get my bearings, yeah?

[burnt_offering]

They're pretty great, right? I've gone home a couple times. I mean, not my home, but my home world. That's good enough for me.

It takes a while. I've been here for months and I'm still getting used to the place.

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[sakuya_izayoi]

Sakuya was looking down at the list in her hand when it happened. A dizzying sensation washing over her, pulling at her mind. She stumbled forward, clutching at the wall next to her. She was having a good day. Her stress levels were manageable. She had let her guard down for one second and what happened? She had just been vaulted forward in time, dragged along by Tracer's accelerator. But her perception of the event had been all over the place. Just... Just what WAS that?!?

She was at least polite enough to wait for Tracer to see the fortunate NPC off before storming quietly over. Yes, it was a good deed. But- oh lord she had an aura of pinned time around her. She had to pause and lean on the wall for support again.

Of course, Tracer didn't know any of this. All she likely saw was a white haired woman in a maid outfit looking like she might faint.

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[constructadditionalheroes]

Tracer patted the NPC on the back, assured him it was no trouble and that she didn't expect anything in return, and sent him on his way. Then she turned around and saw Sakyua looking wobbly. So she blinked over, twisting time again, though in a way she was used to this time.

"Are you alright?"

[sakuya_izayoi]

Sakuya visibly recoiled at the blink. She had managed to keep herself grounded this time and not get dragged along and- oh god she was closer now, wasn't she? Admittedly the distortions weren't as bad as when she went inside the TARDIS but she had at least had a moment to brace herself for that.

"... Oui. Please. A moment." A little curt. A little cold. And a prominent, but very clean french accent.

She took several deep breaths before straightening up. "Your sudden manipulation of time dragged me along. Your focus is far too wide. It is an unpleasant sensation."