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[centuriesinspired]

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For Bruce

[centuriesinspired]

[ It began with a voice. An echo without source and a blinding pain behind the eyes.

...ahead looms...

...only you can forestall. Only...

Whatever Bruce was in the middle of this unknown voice intrudes on his thoughts without warning. What began as distantly foreboding becomes a command, reverberating through his head and soul.

Let expanse contract, eon become instant...throw wide the gates that we may pass!

With the incantation's completion there is a pulling, his vision tearing as he is ripped away from Earth. Stars fly past, lights containing glimpses of people and their fading voices. Familiar at first but quickly becoming strangers; other lives, other worlds, all of them passed by as quickly as blinking until one light shines brighter than all the rest. Cold and consuming. Bruce's destination...

The room he finds himself in is small, round, and very blue. Every surface appears to be made of the same stone inlaid with gold, forming circular patterns, like a very uniform solar system. As the last of the light dims the room's only other occupant stands before Bruce: a rather small man in robes of black and red, a heavy hood keeping much of his face in shadow. He holds a staff in his right hand which also appears to be made of the same blue stone--his hand, not the staff.

He is looking at Bruce with his mouth partly open, a slip of honest shock making through, before he quickly attempts to collect himself. ]

It appears something has gone quite wrong.

[ It's the same voice that had started all of this. That had pulled Bruce to god knows where and god knows when.

The spell did not bring his clothes with him. ]

[hulkbusted]

[Bruce had been in the middle of a Hulk-sized container of Hulka Hulka Burning Fudge ice cream when the inevitable weirdness strikes. It doesn't matter if Thanos is gone; the universe's eye for weird has been turned toward Earth, and Bruce isn't nearly as surprised by his apparent abduction as he'd like to be.

After getting blasted across space by Heimdall followed by a little light time travel a few years later, this is...

Well, it's not something he's welcoming if the scowl that avalanches down his scarred face is any indication.]

You don't say. Who are you and why am I here?

[centuriesinspired]

[ Bruce's reaction is understandably unhappy yet he still appears to be remarkably calm about what's just happened. Not seeing a need to delve into a dramatic placation (at least not yet as Bruce undoubtedly deserves one), he mirrors that calm as he begins to explain. ]

I am knows as the Crystal Exarch. [ What with the crystal growing to cover not only his hand but part of his neck and face it should be easy to guess where at least part of the name comes from. ] You are here due to my summons, for which I must apologize.

[ The hooded head dips into a regretful bow. ]

The spell's intended target was a hero of great renown and the only soul capable of saving our worlds. Yet magic such as this has, to be frank, never been attempted before...

[ So...he missed. ]