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" 'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,/If your Snark be a Boojum! For then/You will softly and suddenly..." the Cheshire Cat recites, breaking off when it notices it has company. It's sunning itself, draped belly-up over a parapet of the castle, but with an unsettling upside down smile it vanishes and then reappears on the bridge, just to one side of where the transformation took place.

Katou lifts his head a little when he hears someone talking. He had thought death was going to be much quieter than this. He’s bandaged and his head’s bleeding, his leather clothes ripped pretty much to shreds, and his biomechanical arm is laying at his side, but it seems as though he has enough energy to look around a little.

"Well, h-hi there!" says a squeaky voice. Mickey, beaming, is coming up the bridge from the direction of the central plaza. "It's great to see you again! And isn't it a beautiful day!" He draws in a breath and seems to be a millisecond from zipadee-doo-dahing when the castle's portcullis rattles slightly and drops half an inch. He glances over his shoulder. "Cut it out, fellas! Just a minute..." He pats his newly appeared pockets.

Katou jumps a little when he hears Mickey’s voice, and then turns. There’s a memory tugging from the back of his mind, and then he realizes it’s Mickey mouse. “To see me again?” Katou asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” He frowns a little, realizing that he can’t really remember much of anything. “Have I?”

"If you were a book," asks the Cheshire Cat, apparently apropos nothing, "what book would you be?"

Katou can’t help but laugh at that a little bit. “I don’t really read,” he answers. He looks at the cat, frowns a little trying to place it, and then shrugs. “Looks like Alice in Wonderland right now, don’t it?”

Mickey has extracted his notebook, and clears his throat. "'Boxers or briefs?'" he reads aloud, and promptly blushes redder than a fire truck.

“Nothing,” Katou says, raising his eyebrow. “Listen, I thought you was a child’s cartoon character. Is that really appropriate?”

"Here's another," says Mickey. "List three things you'd do if you ruled the world."

Katou closes his eyes and tilts his head back so it’s facing the sun. He didn’t think he’d ever see it again. He was given the choice of reincarnation, and he chose to pass it up. He remembers that, strangely enough, despite the fact that he doesn’t even remember his own name.

“I’d make everyone be happy,” he says, because that is Se-chan’s dream, and Katou’s only dream right now is to let Se-chan’s dreams come true. “And I’d make incest legal, I guess. I don’t really know what else. And I’d make it so I didn’t have to go to school no more, and I wouldn’t give Kira back his CD.”

The Cat's eyes seem to be wandering in opposite directions. It says, "Is reality best described as (a) an absolute, not reducible to the sum of its parts, (b) the material or phenomenal world, as presented to us through our experiences, (c) fundamentally unknowable, (d) all of the above - please elaborate - or (e) fish?"

Katou pauses for a moment, seriously considering the question. “I don’t’ know what none of that means,” he answers after a while. “And I’m sure it’s not just because of the head injury or the fact that I can’t remember nothing. So I’m gonna say fish.”

Mickey raises one white-gloved hand as though measuring his own height. "Are you tall enough to go on this ride?"

Katou looks up at Mickey’s hand, then snorts. “What ride? Whatever, it don’t matter. I’m sure if I could stand I would be.”


((Katou, this time from post series. Meaning he's somewhat different than how he was before, and he's not going to remember anything that had ever happened in the park.

The shape Katou's in right now is something like this, please excuse the text on there, I don't have a clean copy on me right now.

To see how his biomechanical arm attaches to the rest of his body, check out here

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"Hey," Virgil said, raising an eyebrow. "My coat is awesome. Besides, it breathes better than spandex any day."

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"If you say so," he said, smirking a little bit. "Feel free to believe whatever you want. Though, I guess it would breathe better than spandex." He motioned to his own pants. "But spandex breathes better than leather and you don't see me complaining."

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"Yeah, but the S&M look is more of a supervillain thing. Although I've seen a really hot superheroine get away with it before."

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Katou grinned. "What, are you calling me hot? We've only just met!"

He took the bottle of rubbing alcohol, looked around, and then grabbed Virgil's jacket and poured some of the alcohol on it, intending to use it to clean his wounds.

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Virgil laughed, and said "Gotta move fast! How about dinner and a movie, if only there were such a thing as movies?" he said, winking.

But then Katou grabbed his jacket and poured alcohol on it. "Hey!" he protested. "Way to ruin the chemistry, bro! There aren't any washing machines here, either."

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"Only if you pay," said Katou, winking right back. "I mean, you're the big tough superhero."

He shrugged. "Yeah, well, suck it up. I'm sure there are bathrooms and sinks and stuff," he said, applying the jacket to his wounds and hissing as he did so. "Christ, I forgot what a pain this stuff was."

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"Seeing as all the food here is free? Consider it done," he said with a grin.

"Yeah yeah," he said, but rather than pulling the jacket away, he shrugged it off so Katou could more easily use it to clean the wounds. "How'd you get so messed up, anyway? Bad fight? If it's none of my business, no worries."

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"Really? Free food? That's fucking kick ass.

"Thanks," he muttered, cleaning his facial wounds. "Yeah, just got out of a war," he said. "Disneyland's a nice change."

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"Yeah, it really is. Plus, you can't ever go wrong with nachos and pizza."

He winced. "I bet. My condolences, bro. My hometown can be rough sometimes, but not that bad."

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"Certainly not. I practically lived on pizza back when I lived.

"Then what does it need a superhero for?" Katou asked, raising an eyebrow. "Having Superman or something on our side would've been a big help."

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"Heh, same here. It's the only known antidote to my sister's cooking." He made a face.

"Yeah, I here ya. Well, Dakota has enough metahumans with plans of global domination to need me-- if you're not from my world, which most people here aren't, you probably haven't heard, but there was a serious explosion of experimental gas, and it turned a lot of people into metahumans, mostly gangs. So, you know, plenty of crime for me to fight."

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Katou had to laugh at that. "I take it your sister's not a good cook, then? I doubt she can be any worse than Kira."

He blinked. "Huh, so people with like, superpowers are running around everywhere?"

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"I don't know who Kira is? But she's still worse, trust me. There've been times when I've suspected an attempt on my life." Virgil felt a pang at those words, and surprisingly it wasn't from memories of food poisoning but rather homesickness. He frowned, and was grateful for the subject change.

"Pretty much, and most of them using there powers for evil instead of good. You gotta wonder if anyone watches Saturday morning cartoons anymore, right? Using your superpowers for good is like, elementary!"

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"Really?" he said. "He's here in the park. Over there," he said, pointing to Kira.

Katou laughed. "I don't know, I think if I had super powers I'd probably rob a few gas stations or something. Buy myself a house, maybe a cutie who'd clean for me and walk around in a french maid out..." He blushed a little, thinking of Doll, and then scowled. "Anyway, how does being a superhero pay?"

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"I-it pays in the knowledge that you're doing the right thing?" He shook his head. "Man, that sounds lame even to me. Okay, it doesn't pay a cent, in fact it costs a fortune in damaged costume repairs, and even if girls do love the whole superhero thing, that just makes it worse because you can't tell any of them."

He grinned. "But trust me, I make sure being a bad guy doesn't pay either. And in all seriousness-- some extra cash sounds great, but when metahumans start robbing places, people tend to get hurt. Even if they don't mean it. Not worth it. Not even the bit about the girls in french maid outfits, sorry as I am to admit it. Not to mention the whole part where Batman yells at you," he sighed. "Think I'd rather avoid that."

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Katou laughed. "That's such a corny thing to say," he muttered. He blinked. "Wait, Batman yelling at you?"

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"Heh, well, superhero. Corny speeches are just all in a day's work, yaknow?" He laughed. "Yeah. Fortunately he seems to like me, so he's just regular scary at me, but I've seen him full on terrifying before. Not. worth it. Though honestly, if I were a supervillain, the one I'd really be afraid of is my pops."

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Katou shook his head. "Wait," he said. "Go back. Why are you talking about Batman like he's real?"

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"...Cause he is?" Virgil said. "You know, tall, bat costume, likes lurking in shadows, saves the world all the time? You can't miss him."

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"Yeah, I know him," said Katou. "But he's like, a cartoon/comic book character." He frowned. "...You're not crazy are you?" He finally finished cleaning his wounds, and then got around to bandaging them.

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"Noooo," Virgil said. "He's pretty real. In my world at least." Of course, if there were people from Star Wars, Harry Potter, Pokemon, then that meant his world could be fictional too...

But Tim and Kon weren't from his world, and they knew Batman was real. Unless they really were all comic book characters, and he'd been retconned or something. But there was no way they'd retcon a superhero as awesome as him. Maybe he just came from later in continuity.

"Look, you're sure? Look, if Batman's fictional, you'd know stuff about him no one else would know, right?" He lowered his voice. "Like his secret identity?"

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"In your world?" Katou asked. Of course, his world didn't have superheroes flying around...

"Bruce Wayne, everyone knows that."

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"Nooooo they don't. You could probably count on one hand the number of people who know that. Shit." He took a deep breath. "Okay, you just got here so you don't know, but fyi? There's loads of fictional people running around, like Boba Fett and Pikachu and Harry Potter wizards and stuff. Um, and apparently me. So if you meet anyone else fictional, you should probably keep it to yourself."

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"Boba Fett?" Katou asked, looking quite excited about this. "Wait, Pikachu? What the fuck, we get a badass superhero, Boba Fett, and Pikachu?"

He blinked. "Uh... I'm sorry about you being fictional..." he muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

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"Hey, nothing wrong with Pikachu! I'm pretty partial to electric attacks myself," he grinned. "Oh, but Batman isn't here. Superboy is, though, he's pretty cool."

"And no worries," he said. "It's kind of a shock, but I guess it's sort of cool when you think about it. I mean, I always wanted to be a comic book character when I was a kid, so there ya go. Oh, hey, any idea who plays me in the Static movie? I was kinda thinking Will Smith would be good, but I don't know if he has the range..."