Meeting the elite

"Who the heck are you?" John spurt out as the saw the man who had just spoken to him. He was certain that he hadn't created him himself, as first, the illusion barrier was supposed to end just behind him, since he just entered it, and that man was standing a good ten feet behind. Second, he had no idea who this was.

The man he was looking at was dark skinned. He was not certain if he could call him a black guy, since this was the abyss. After all, maybe he was just having a spell on, but right now, his skin was about the tone of morgan freeman. However, that was not what caught his attention. That would be the hat. It was white with a black ribbon around it, clearly stealing the style of Michael Jackson. The only difference was, that this hat was huge. The hat brim alone was twice the size of this guys head.

As he walked towards John, he noticed that he had to look up to the new guy and not only a bit. He guessed him to be at least 6'3 if not more. It was also noteworthy how buff he was. The grey tanktop he was wearing showed off his muscles quite well. To John he looked like a street fighter, especially with his black shorts. The only thing that didn't fit in was the hat.

John focussed on him and used observe on his max level. There was no way, he would pass on the chance to see his full character sheet, given how he just appeared.

Click here for the high res version of his character sheet

He stared at it for a second. This was beyond everything he could have imagined. A pop up saying he was too strong to be observed, sure, that was something he could deal with. But this was more. He changed the results. He had a succesfull skill and yet did not recieve anything worthy from it. John was tempted to throw a Spy at him, just to see if he would manipulate that as well, but sadly had the training with Henrietta drained too much of his mana for such an action. Spy stil was a really expensive skill.

"Sir, you are earlier than I expected you. Please forgive this." Henrietta looked at the floor, but John could feel how she was channeling energy. He prepared his barrier to be destroyed by **** any second now, but none of that happened. Did his preparation include this kind of ****?

"Oh, nothing to forgive here, this looks like fun. And to answer your first question: Yes, I do believe you are having a threeway with yourself over there. And I must say you look good naked. The amounts of details he put on there... he clearly had seen you this way, just imagination can not get that detailed. At least not on the first try." Now she blushed. John was slowly starting to get behind what was happening here. Very slowly.

"No, sir. He only saw the picture on the website. So he must have assumed that to be my body for this." The guys eyebrows were raised.

"Ahh, yes, I remember, you told me about that. Silly old me must have forgotten that part, haha. But where are my manners, John, it is nice to getting to know you. Would you mind if I use your barrier for a second. It can really help me get a point across." Before John could even reply to him, he focussed back on Henrietta. "Sweety, do you remember how many times I have told you to not drop your guard, just because you think you can fix it later on?" Awkward silence followed that question. "Exactly. Enough times. Now, since you probably assumed you could just break his barrier if you dislike the content, I took the liberty and strengthened it to the point where you can't. So, what do you do now? You are trapped in a barrier which you have forgotton to scan before entering, you don't know the rules of the place and you can't break out of it."

Again, faster than he could react, John felt something on his neck. It was Henriettas hand, laying around it, apparently trying to **** him, or at least push him to the ground. To John it only felt like the pull of a 5 year old child on your leg, if it wants to get you to play with him.

"Ah ah ah, Johns barrier has 5 rules. You just tried to break the second one. Rule #2: Noone can be moved in a way they dont consent to, while inside the barrier, including being injured. So forcing John to let you out will not work either, but it was a good try. What else do you have?

She glared at him, now obviously angry at his preparation. Apparently the hero maker, if that really was his rank, was able to see the rules he set. And more so, he even confirmed that they worked. A good information. However, with him being here, the purpose of those rules was already gone. And the way they would be used was about to change even more than it already had.