The Primarch Keeps Breaking Things

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This adventure shares a setting with Void Girl, and takes place several decades before Geri's birth. You might see some familiar names and potentially faces, but since the stories don't overlap, you won't run into VG spoilers here or vice-versa.

Onward!

Welp.

Now you've done it.

Your first day as an official Level II WARP MAGE, and you've already BROKEN YOUR FOCUS. Well done! You'd blame the baton, but with your history of mishandling mana, no-one save your own mother might pretend to believe you.

"Congratulations, Your Timelessness." Your bodyguard's voice skews towards sarcasm as he leans in to assess the damage. Half the baton's been vaporized. You really should've known better than to borrow your sister's. "You are, perhaps, the Fourth Ring of Netherym's first Primarch to break a training wand."

"It's a baton," you snap, jerking it protectively to your chest. Melted Worldtree sap smears your shirt. "Wands are for girls. And I'm not Primarch yet, so you can cut it out with the titles. Eugh..." You frown at your gold-stained palms. "Elana's gonna be pissed."

"Indubitably."

Your bodyguard shepherds you under the awning of a charms vendor's shop. You already made a scene, blinking into existence in the middle of town square, and it's the least you can do not to block the road. Passers-by give you, your ruined shirt, and your doubly ruined baton sympathetic looks.

"... Think I'll get in trouble for rinsing off in the fountain? That elf lady there looks like she'd slap you for bugging the birds."

Your bodyguard shrugs, and clasps his hands behind his back.

"You wanted to visit a 'reality you'd never seen before'," he says. "Figure out the locals yourself. Besides, it'll be interesting to see what fake name you're thrown in jail under."

Har har, you think but do not say, while your fingers grow crusty with sap. You've no intention of being hauled away by the cops, whatver they look like here, though assuming a FALSE IDENTITY sure sounds like fun.

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What will you call yourself? What will you call your bodyguard? And are you gonna risk being slapped by an Elvish senior citizen, or wash off elsewhere like a respectable human being? (No judgement.)

>_