Multiverse Stories (Multicross: DC, DXD, Marvel, ETC,)

(Cal POV)

You know I had never been homeless before. I lived in some pretty shitty places, but I was never really without a place to lay my head. But now, as I walk the streets of New York City, it readily comes to my attention that I truly have nothing.

No money, no food. The only thing I have is a registered identity. When I checked my pockets after waking up on the bench, I found a driver's license and a passport, but nothing else. That is, I did find one thing: my full name.

Caldan Smith… truly I wonder if these divine beings have the best naming sense. Based on my date of birth, I am now 24 years old. It's a strange feeling—all of the aches and pains that I used to experience are gone. The left eye that I lost to a genetic condition is back now.

Before leaving the park, I walked over to a nearby fountain, and as I looked into the waters, I found a face that looked so different from what I used to look like. My black hair has now become brown, and my previous brown eyes have become blue. Thankfully, I was still pretty clean-shaven, although I had a bit of peach fuzz, but that may have been a 5 o'clock shadow.

Trying to rack my brain to remember if there are any homeless shelters near the area, I remember the fact that this is a Marvel universe, and a small part of me is afraid that some of the shelters are just fronts for genetic experiments or something, and the fact that I even have to worry about that now is just sad.

Thankfully, it was still summer, and I had some decent clothes on, so I didn't look too out of place as I just walked aimlessly. I made sure to stay on the main street and not take chances down dark alleys because, again, comic universe crime is much more of a problem—or at least an open problem.

It makes me wonder, though, how far or early am I in the timeline? This could be something entirely different. A hodgepodge of various shows, movies, and comics all smashed together. It makes me regret not being too much of an avid comic reader growing up, but I guess that's just due to the fact that I could never really commit to anything.

But based on the fact that I didn't find any hero-related news on the leftover newspapers that I picked up off the ground, it seems that either they're still not very well known or they're just not present at all.

It doesn't help that I am terrible with directions, and I always thank the Lord above that Google Maps was a thing, but I don't have a phone, and I'd rather not start pickpocketing.

So the next best option was to head to a public library or some type of computer café. Given the fact that it was most likely the early 2000s, the public library was a much better shot, and after another few hours of walking, I managed to find one with access to a couple of computers that didn't require a library card.

Given the fact that the clothes I was wearing looked worn, I didn't exactly get the best looks from people, which makes sense because I probably smell like shit. There were small parts of me that wanted to make some very risky searches, but given the fact that said organizations probably have some type of spoof out on anyone trying to look them up, I'll just keep it basic.

Putting in a search for nearby homeless shelters, I found one called FEAST in Chinatown, and given the fact that nightfall is coming by fast, I needed somewhere to sleep.

Closing the search engine, I walked out of the library. Seeing the sunset over the city, I do admit it was nice to look at. Most of the places I lived, I've never really had windows, and I never really had time to enjoy things like this.

It's funny, but all it took was for me to have nothing to see something like that.

Making sure to stick to the right side of all the sidewalks, I made my way over to the FEAST shelter, and as I walked towards the building, I found that the building itself looked slightly decrepit. Nothing bad, just you can see the age on the outside.

Walking inside, I find myself in a large gymnasium covered in bunk beds, and as I walked over to someone who looked like an employee, I gave them a small tap on the shoulder. And as the woman turned around to face me, she simply asked, "I assume you need a bed for the night?"

I just nodded my head, and after seeing a compassionate smile on her face, she handed me some of the boxes she was holding.

"We're a bit full up tonight, but you can take one of the couches in one of the lounges. If you don't mind, I could use some help carrying all this stuff." Another nod, and she smiled again as I lifted up the boxes. I began following her towards what looked like the kitchen.

"I imagine that this happened recently?" After placing the boxes down on a nearby counter, I answer back.

"Yeah, lost all my money to some hackers who took my bank information after trying to use my card in an ATM. Apartment payments fell through, and you can probably guess the rest. All I got left is my driver's license and a passport." The woman just put her hand on my back, and I do admit it felt nice.

"Where are my manners? My name is May Parker. It's nice to meet you, Mr.?"

"Smith, Caldan Smith. My friends just call me Cal." After taking the woman's outstretched hand, she then began to ask me a couple more questions.

"Do you have any skills? We could always use some help around here. We may not be able to pay you, but you can stay here as long as you need." Thinking for a moment on how to answer her question, I feel the clanging sound appear in my ears, and does everything seem to slow down. I saw the hammer and the anvil again.

[+200 CP Milestone]

[+100 CP Achievement: Meet Aunt May]

[300 CP Banked… Roll?]

Immediately agreeing, I take the hammer in my hand and slam it down onto the anvil, and as I hear the clanging noise again, my surroundings begin to shift. And as a key forms in my hand, I look and see words forming in front of my eyes.

Cosmic Warehouse: (Free): You gain a Cosmic Warehouse to store all your stuff in. Though it doesn't have any electricity, home accessories, or plumbing yet, it does have lights. This warehouse exists outside of reality and can be accessed by inserting the Warehouse Key into any door and opening it, where it will open the warehouse. You get as much storage space as necessary for your creations.

This Warehouse Key can be summoned to your hand at any time freely or dismissed to a place where it can't be accessed or discovered by anyone other than you. If anyone other than you tries to hold or use it in any way, it automatically dismisses itself in addition to the fact that no harmful pathogens or objects can go through the portals.

For a moment, I see the gray and dim walls of the warehouse with eerie lights above me, and while I am sad that this is basically empty, that also fills me with excitement as this is my own space. And while it may be empty, that just means I can begin to fill it with things.

[+100 CP Achievement: Acquire Your First Property]

[400 CP Banked… Rolling]

[Rolling]

My Creations, My Children (Heaven's Lost Property) (-100 CP): The Angelroids and other constructs you make are not mere drones or robots—they are, each and every one, your own child. Whether or not you consider that true or care for them at all, your creations with any degree of intelligence or sentience will look to you as a mentor or parental figure, or just a dear friend when you first activate them. Regardless of its nature, any sentient creation will enter this world with a high degree of loyalty towards you, their creator. You know how to maintain this through care or the right mix of discipline and caretaking. This, incidentally, makes you pretty good at actual parenting as well.

[300 CP Banked… Rolling]

Again, my vision is filled with an unknown place—a palace among the clouds—and a man sitting on a throne, looking at me with dead eyes. I see multiple angel-like creatures serving him, and as they place food before him, he pats one on the head before placing his legs on an angel kneeling down similarly to a foot stand.

The display disgusts me, yet before I can say a word, I again find myself in front of the anvil.

Illogical Defence (Nier-Automata) (-100 CP): You exist to be the secret knife of YoRHa, the weapon that is used against itself in order to keep the organization bound together and free of dissent. What use is such a weapon if it lost control and was turned against YoRHa as a whole? Thankfully you and your tech are proof against such infections. No virus will invade your systems, no hostile could hack into your data nor control your mind. You cannot be affected by any sort of infection or attempt to control your mind or body, save for brute force things such as actually picking up and throwing you.

[200 CP Banked]

Instead of a change in scenery, I am given a third-person view of my being. All of it, instead of flesh and blood, is made out of some kind of code—a digital representation of the soul in my mind—and bit by bit, I see walls beginning to form until the code that I could once see is now gone, surrounded by a wall of black and red code.

Engineering (Teen Titans) (-100 CP): You're a master mechanic and an expert at building robots and other technological devices. You also have a fair bit of knowledge about hacking into computers.

[100 CP Banked]

This time it's different. There is no out-of-body experience or other strange things. No. Now I'm filled with the memories of another life, specifically another version of me—one who worked in a place called Jump City.

In a few moments, I lived his entire life from beginning to end. And it did end much faster than mine did. He was young—early 30s—but then the demons came… it ends after that, after seeing multiple red eyes staring down at me.

[Rolling]

Savant's Understanding (Exalted - The Infernals) (-100 CP): A good scholar is one that understands quickly, and remembers their lessons well. Gaining a sharpened mind, you will make connections and associations extremely quickly, your burgeoning mind filling with ideas and potential solutions. But remembrance is just as important, so you will find that your memory is clear and enjoy near-perfect recall.

You will be able to take on some of the demon realm's splendor and have your visage refined, clearing up scars, blemishes, modest asymmetry, and other subtler imperfections in appearance. You will find it easy to retain absurd amounts of newly acquired information. For some reason, this also makes it easier for you to construct elaborate monologues to reveal the full genius of your grand schemes.

[0 CP Remaining]

The hammer and anvil then disappear, and as I feel my mind begin to change, everything comes back into focus.

"Are you alright, Mr. Smith? You've been spacing out for a couple seconds now." Shaking my head, I placed down more boxes onto the nearby countertops.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine. I just sometimes have spells, you know, get caught in my own head a bit. I can fix things essentially. I was studying to be a mechanic. Tried to get picked for an apprenticeship program, but when I sent the money… you know what happened next." The woman looks at me with an almost pitying look.

She places a hand on my shoulder, which is slightly difficult for her as I am definitely taller than her now.

"It's all right, Mr. Smith. We'll find you something to do soon enough. But for now, I'll give you a pillow and blanket. I'm sorry, but that's the best I can do for you for now." I just nod, and after a few minutes of moving boxes filled with various canned foods and spices, Mrs. Parker hands me a pillow and blanket.

Walking over to a nearby couch, and after taking off my shoes, I lay down for the night as all of the knowledge that I've just gained flashes through my mind.

(Well ladies and gentlemen, another chapter for another day currently being snowed in by a lot of lake affect snow right now to be honest I'm trying to figure out what type of timeline I'm gonna be working with here. I'm somewhat tempted to just combine various things and just run with it and just to let you guys know there are barely any beauty perks in the celestial Forge in comparison to the celestial grimoire.