"Why don't we get into the deep exploration of his hobbies later?" asked Rich, shaking his head but still amused, trying to keep things on track.
"Okay, Cliff's Notes version that's definitely not going to stay short no matter how hard I try to make it short: Obviously this is another dimension, one where Santa's real. And the Easter Bunny. And Jack Frost. Except they do more than the snow days and easter eggs and tooth money and all that. Basically, in this world, the belief of children gave real people - or real mythical creatures - power. Made them immortal. They call themselves the Guardians and they all have superpowers, so in between the gifts and the whimsy, they protect kids from the things that go bump in the night."
He'd get into who they were and what had happened to them once he got to the Big Bad but fiiirst he needed to explain the 'we're all fiction' thing.
"And apparently stories cross over into other dimensions real easy or writers in other dimensions just happen on stories about people who are real in other universes, so we - as in all the people who've recently been yanked here from other worlds - are fictional characters in this world's media." A pause. "And sometimes fictional in each other's worlds. Me, you, and Harley here are in comics books in this world - and you and Harl are in comics in my world, incidentally."
He smirked slightly. "Never got into yours much myself - I was more of a sci fi buff so it was the Legion of Superheroes all the way for me, but you, Superman, are basically the most recognizable superhero in the world - in this world and many others. Like mine."
He turned to look back over his shoulder, eyes twinkling slightly.
"So that whole rep you have in your world, being the Big Blue Boy Scout, the other heroes rallying behind you? That's a legacy spread across worlds. You inspire even more people than you know."
That part was important, understanding the scope of it, the power of the stories that had pulled them here. How they were just as much symbols and inspirational figures as heroes fighting against Kuk's might.
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"Okay, Cliff's Notes version that's definitely not going to stay short no matter how hard I try to make it short: Obviously this is another dimension, one where Santa's real. And the Easter Bunny. And Jack Frost. Except they do more than the snow days and easter eggs and tooth money and all that. Basically, in this world, the belief of children gave real people - or real mythical creatures - power. Made them immortal. They call themselves the Guardians and they all have superpowers, so in between the gifts and the whimsy, they protect kids from the things that go bump in the night."
He'd get into who they were and what had happened to them once he got to the Big Bad but fiiirst he needed to explain the 'we're all fiction' thing.
"And apparently stories cross over into other dimensions real easy or writers in other dimensions just happen on stories about people who are real in other universes, so we - as in all the people who've recently been yanked here from other worlds - are fictional characters in this world's media." A pause. "And sometimes fictional in each other's worlds. Me, you, and Harley here are in comics books in this world - and you and Harl are in comics in my world, incidentally."
He smirked slightly. "Never got into yours much myself - I was more of a sci fi buff so it was the Legion of Superheroes all the way for me, but you, Superman, are basically the most recognizable superhero in the world - in this world and many others. Like mine."
He turned to look back over his shoulder, eyes twinkling slightly.
"So that whole rep you have in your world, being the Big Blue Boy Scout, the other heroes rallying behind you? That's a legacy spread across worlds. You inspire even more people than you know."
That part was important, understanding the scope of it, the power of the stories that had pulled them here. How they were just as much symbols and inspirational figures as heroes fighting against Kuk's might.