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Because I've just rewatched the movies and am rereading the books. Enter Conan

Conan's dark eyes took in the area around him before giving a nod of his head, for he knew that it was best to avoid incurring the wrath of a being called a mundane. A being that he would normally think of as a wizard of some sort.

"I must admit that this is quite an impressive form of wizardry." Though he is loath to admit to it, whether he is polite or not, Conan still does not trust any form of wizard. Usually with good reason as well. "But know this, oh mage, I shall not remain so docile forever. It would be best to find me something to do, and quick."

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....that is one big guy. Best to be cautious. And friendly.

And hope he ignores the mask.

"Howdy."

The large man looked down on the considerably smaller one. A mask? Well he's seen far strangers on his many journeys, even the concept of world-hopping isn't all that unfamiliar to him.

"Hello there, what brings you here to me?"

"Nothing much, just bein' neighborly." After all, they were all in the same boat, right? Thrust into existence by beings unknown. "Seein' as you just got here, I figured someone ought to say hello at least."

"Even so it's strange for one to just appear in order to greet another without reasoning." He'll have to forgive the Cimmerian for not fully trusting him, but a man who hides his face a man to not be given any trust. Let alone the time of day, especially if he just wants to say "Hey".

It's a forgivable offense, cowboys in the wild west have the same mentality. Nobody trusts anyone else. Reid though, he can be trusted, he's as true and honest as the day is long. He wears a gun but doesn't like to use it.

"You haven't got neighborly folks where you come from?" Sounds like a rough place.

Hyboria was indeed a terrible and hardened place for men to live, this is true. "Not many, no. For good reason as well."

The world is a hard and unforgiving place. And one that has modeled Conan into the machine before you.

"That's a shame."

This Conan guy looked like he could rip a horse in half if he had a mind to.

"How about law and order? Any of that?"

"A life without being surrounded by dangers makes for weak men." That's another truth that he's found over the years.

"There are, but most are made only to benefit those who sit on high. Those who would sooner enrich their own coffers sooner than to bring prosperity to their people." Such is the weakness of the so-called "civilized".

Slowly, "Y-es, I spose that's true." Also makes for some pretty hard to get along with men too, but he's not splitting hairs on that point.

He frowns. "That ain't right, someone ought to do something about that."

That's all fine and dandy with Conan here, he barely notices anyway.

"Men do, then become corrupt as well."

Reid shakes his head, "That's just...wrong, that's what it is." He's one of the few people left with a sense of right and wrong.

"It's the way of the world. None are far from being incorruptible." Though he has met a few that would certainly prove to be quite difficult to corrupt and seduce.

"Well no...but that don't mean everyone's goin' go bad like that." He's known some good men that have been corrupted too.

"Power corrupts all men, no matter how titanic. Remember that, masked one."

Oh it's probably not quite magic in this instance, more a form of advanced multiversal teleportation operating upon a fixed form of-

Ah, apologies, it's probably likely that won't make sure sense. It simply might not be magic. Science when suitably advanced appears like magic, simply a science we don't understand.

[Sorry, Reed does ramble a lot.]

No work of science is capable of doing this.

[Well hello there, puny man!]

[Well hi muscular fellow. Reed gives the warrior a look to say he might be wrong but doesn't want to correct him based on his situation and cultural epoch since as far as he knows, magic is all the range in Conan's reality.]

True that it would require a massive output to transport us to these locations, but I think you might find it is still liable to be scientifically based, sir. In any case, I am Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four. Your accomplishments are well known, Conan.

[The large man gives the other an uninterested look at first, not really interested in arguing whether this is a product of scientific work or that of witchcraft. Then he sighed and gave Reed his full attention upon mentioning a recognition of his deeds.]

Truly? Most do not appear to know of my deeds or accomplishments.

Really? Well it happens around my specific nexus reality point that many of your deeds have been published in literacy format... ah, books as you will, legends even. That is how I heard of you, sir.

"Boredom never does sit well with one born in the age shifting alliances, of bloodshed and action." Dark eyes gaze at dark eyes.

"I wish you better luck with your mage, than I've had so far with my own. For though plans have been made for more activity, nothing yet has come if them."

His own eyes narrowed into a troubled look. "Indeed, it isn't often that one makes a dopplegänger of me. It is quite...unsettling."

Well, this guy looks like a warrior. And a strong one at that. Karla may not look much like a warrior, but she does have her sword sheathed at her side.

"What sort of things do you like to do?"

She's hoping he has other ideas besides fighting.

Conan is many things, warrior, thief, lover and scholar. "What a question to ask a man who has not yet been formally introduced to you."

Well, that takes her by surprise.

"Oh, pardon me. Who are you then?"

"Conan." Just Conan, that was all he said, and really needed to say. It was all that she asked for, perhaps he was messing with her right now, in his own way that she wouldn't get.

"And you?"

"I'm Karla."

And that's all she'll say, because it's the only name she has.

"Is that satisfactory enough to answer my first question?"

He grunted in affirmation. "Perhaps, I do whatever I wish, when I wish it."

That his idea of happy fun times.

She just shrugs. She should have expected a response like that. Typical men.

"Ah, well, I suppose that's one thing we have in common. But it certainly won't help your mun find you anything to do."

"Who's to say that I won't find something myself then?" Surely there are adventures plenty to be had here. Treasures to plunder and battles to be fought. It's what he lives for, what he knows and all he wants to know.

Another shrug.

"Well, nothing's stopping you."

She could use some adventure herself. Her journey gets boring sometimes.

"Of course not, I have most recently set off on explorations of my own as well. Nothing quite adventurous as of yet, though."

Something would continue to grumble about until he was able to come across something relatively action oriented.

"So your world is full of adventures? I wish I could say the same about mine. I could use a few adventures myself."

"Of course." He gave a nod of his great head, the dark mane that draped it swept across his forehead with the motion. "But only for those willing to take it."

And Karla gave him a nod in return. "Well, I would certainly be willing to take it. I could always use a challenge to sharpen my blade."

"Then go and seek it! It's not hard, listen to a whisper here and a strange sight there." Not all may see the world the same, butto him finding adventure seems to be quite an easy task.

Bennet studies the much larger man with a guarded interest. Though his powers are such that one could well call him a wizard today, he has not forgotten his roots as a Crusader Knight. The warrior in him cannot help but evaluate this man, both as a potential ally and a potential enemy. He also studies the sullen-eyed man's weapons with a trained eye.

"Be careful what you wish for, O wayfarer." It's a warning he gives from healthy experience. "Those who bring us to these places have queer senses of humor, and you might not well like how yours may choose to interpret your... request."

He is being watched and studies closely, Conan was able to tell by the movements of this newcomer's eyes, the way his muscles twitched as if unsure of the great barbarian's presence. For a moment he too, studied the other man, sizing him up for a moment, attempting to discern his threat. "I welcome them to do so!"

He bellowed out in mighty tone. "For life has gotten dull and I wish for new adventures to be had, both strange and mundane."

He does not conceal his power even under the huge man's scrutiny, nor does he shrink away, his expression remaining even and without fear. He can only wonder at how he must be perceived, he who still carries himself with a knight's gait even as the psionic energy ebbing and flowing from his body is very nearly a tangible thing.

He lifts his eyebrows at the other man's roar, incredulous at first, then can hold it in no longer and laughs, the practiced neutrality dropping away from his face like a mask being thrown aside. "I know not who you are, sir, but I daresay it would have been something to fight alongside you before I became what I am today. If your skill is even half the equal of your swagger, we may have given Apocalypse himself pause!"

He extends one gloved hand in greeting, a gesture he's found to carry reliably enough across cultures. "Men call me Exodus. Well met, stranger."

His dark eyes continued to stare and look down at the man for a moment longer. "Well met, I am Conan of Cimmeria."

Conan looked down at the offered hand and grasped it with his own, his grip strong, firm and one that stated to not challenge him. Many more powerful beings have done so, and many of them have found themselves a new grave by his own hands.

The larger man's grip is even more powerful than he was expecting, and while he doesn't wince, it is a close thing. There might be nothing out of the ordinary he can sense from this Conan, but in a contest of strength alone he has no doubt the other man would be the victor.

"Cimmeria, eh? I cannot say I've heard of such a nation, though I've see Gauls with a countenance like yours." He motions for the bigger man to walk with him, not being the sort to stand still very long himself and recognizing it in Conan. "I am of France, or rather of her finest city, Paris, though I have not seen it for many years now. Am I to take it it is the same for you, and that is how you came to be here?"

He nods and walks with the man, still somewhat wary of him. Not out of dislike, more out of practiced paranoia, which has served him well throughout the years.

"And I have not heard of France, or of Paris." Or of Gauls to add to it. As far as he's concerned it's just one of those strange "multiverse" things that are bound to hurt his head sometime down the road. One world is enough for him, but hundreds of thousands? No thank you. "But yes, I believe it to be a similar circumstance."

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Because I've just rewatched the movies and am rereading the books. Enter Conan

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*someone else who's actually reading the books? Seriously cool*

It was really difficult to find the one's written by Howard too...also got a Sonja.

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someone else who's actually reading the books? Seriously cool