Meanwhile...
The boy with the orange scarf and strange sword is wandering throughout neighborhoods.
Owen: "(in awe) What kind of place has construction like this? It shouldn't even be possible. Just where the hell did you end up Owen?"
People stare at him in confusion.
Owen: "I still haven't even found Rox and the others..."
Owen clenches his fist.
Owen: "Rox..."
A loud rumble shakes the ground beneath his feet.
Owen: "Something is telling me that isn't a stampede."
A tank and a half dozen soldiers are heading straight for Owen.
Owen: "What the hell is this thing?!"
The tank stops in front of Owen.
Soldiers: "Step away from the tank civilian."
Owen: "So that's what you call that thing."
The soldiers ready their guns.
Soldiers: "Creation!"
Owen pulls a trigger on his sword, causing it to extend to a two foot blade.
Owen: "Was it something I said?!"
The tank's barrel points straight at Owen.
Owen: "I think that I don't want to be hit by that."
Owen's blade glows orange.
Meanwhile...
A young man in a black, leather jacket, white headphones, black jeans, brown t-shirt, curly black hair, and black bag is currently looking at images of fur suits while listening to Skrillex.
Young Man: "(humming) Man, the guys are going to love these beats."
A rumble shakes his room.
Young Man: "(confused) Say what now?"
He stops what he's doing and heads to his front door.
Meanwhile...
Owen: "(breathing heavily) Good thing I didn't get hit."
A crater remains where Owen was standing.
Soldiers: "Halt!"
A Catalyst radar spikes up when the young man opens his door.
Young Man: "Yeah this seems pretty normal."
He turns around to go back inside.
Soldier 1: "Hold it Catalyst!"
Phillip: "Okay first off, I'll have you know that my name is Phillip. Second, what is a Catalyst?"
Owen: "(awkwardly) You do realize that they're shooting explosive items at me, right?"
Phillip rubs his eyes real quick.
Phillip: "(blinking) Am I seeing things?"
A bullet hits Phillip in the shoulder.
Phillip: "(in pain) Why did you just shoot me?"
Soldier 2: "To ensure that you can't get away."
Phillip: "Oh okay, not like I could get away from a tank."
A speaker appears on the front of the tank.
Speaker: "Listen here Catalyst and Creation, you are now property of the U.S. government. Come along quietly and no one will be injured."
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Catalyst
Fantasy(Note: This story is a crossover between all of our other properties. Certain aspects about most characters won't be explained very well.) Society is run by the strong and wealthy. They don't care about the poor and weak and leave them to rot while...
