Unlike the others, Travis Royce found himself not in an organic universe, but rather one that felt...artificial to put it in an understandable word. Although the human eye could not see it, he definitely felt it: the flow of information surging around him as imaginary numbers extending pass multiple eternities in each direction. Unaware to it, but the fledgling entity had been intercept shortly after entering the portal made by the Fates. Uncertain of how to proceed, Travis began to contemplate until the scent of coffee reached him.
"Not bad, huh? It's my own little slice of heaven, so to say."
Although the man's appearance was different, he was quite familiar. "Lost, I presume?" The man raised a brow. "Lost? No, it's you who's...oh, wait, I get it. Uhh...yeah, I think that might have been a code name I once used, but then again I've gone through a lot of those. For the sake of keeping track, just call me Vargas." "Regardless of whatever name you wish me to call you, I can only assume that you brought me here for a reason?" It was usually around this time that Travis would have begun planning an escape route, but in this situation, he didn't have much of a choice but hear out this strange man's request.
"Bingo. I'm extending to you an invitation to join a little club of mine." With a slow swing of his arm, Vargas extended his hand back to reveal three other figures who had seemingly spawned into existence from nowhere. The first was what appeared to be a normal woman in every way, yet there was something about her that suggested that she was much like this universe. Her behavior, treating such an occasion like this, like a mundane annoyance only added to it as she gave a small nod in his direction. "I apologize for this. He tends to be a bit impulsive at times." The second one was a man of strong Asian origin, clad in a blue changshan and bearing a pair of glasses on his nose. Unlike the woman, it was quite apparent to Travis that this man was also a deity of sorts like him and Vargas and that this appearance was nothing more than a physical form he used. A smile took the other man's face, yet he remained quiet for now. The third of this trio was a man Travis recognized with shocking speed, for it was the very same homeless man he had encountered back in L.A. right before he was attacked by the Xiroc and his powers awoke.
"I see you collected enough change to turn your life around." Travis chose to say, hiding his surprise, to which the 'homeless' man chuckled. "You know what they say, "God works in mysterious ways." I am a bit disappointed you remembered me so quickly; I wanted it to be a surprise.""Could you spare some change, please?"
It wasn't so much the question itself that surprised him, but the fact that a homeless man managed to sneak into an airport like this. Sure, enough, however, he found himself glancing down to see an African American man, crippled through the lost of his right arm and leg, with a small sign unreadable through its weathered condition.
Pushing up his hat, Detective Travis Royce stuck a hand into his pocket and pulled out a small amount of change. "I'm not doin' so well myself, sir...but I figure I still have an advantage by the grace of havin' four limbs." With that, he tossed it down into the man's cup, only for his wrist to be grabbed by the homeless man. "I know who you truly are." He whispered, breath reeking of alcohol. "Your trickery will be needed soon." Despite seemingly being malnourished, the man's grip was almost inhuman.
"We are the Ascendants. Now, with that all said and done, we really need to get going."
"What makes you think I would even agree to this?"
"I can think of a few reasons. The biggest is that there's a good chance we'll probably bump into Yahweh on the way."
"I suppose I don't have any choice. So, what is our goal?"
"Right now? We're going to make a little girl's dream come true. We need to hurry, though, because she's almost at the wishing well." As one, the five vanished from the artificial realm.
The Internet Deity: He who became a god on a whim.
The Ascending Dragon: The man whose fighting style opened the gates of heaven.
The Descendant of Man: The spirit of technology made mortal.
The Saint Revived: Broken and abandoned, the one who never lost his faith.
The Web of Misfortune: The god made thrice.
The Ascendants are now complete.
To Be Continued...