Prologue:
Eris, Greek goddess of discord, looks upon the mortal world through her mirror window. At first, she sees no extraordinary discord to stoke, almost deciding to simply give directions to her cult in Emerald City.
Suddenly, from the highest balcony of Big Ben’s Tower, Eris hears a young boy cry out just before the toll of the bell: “I’M BORED!”
Investigating, Eris sees the boy repeatedly thumping his head against the tower in a vain attempt to alleviate the boredom.
His wardrobe consists of a purple, t-shirt decorated with a capital Q, faded, blue jeans and white-and red sneakers. The child himself is a skinny lad, with a mop of blonde hair, two blue eyes, and a pair of oddly pointed ears.
Eris doesn’t know who this child is; she’s never seen him before. Still, she decides that she may as well do something outside of her usual business.
Meanwhile, the bored child puts his back to the side of the tower and slumps into a sit. He sighs, thinking for a moment about the possibility of Big Ben being a rocket ship, only to be interrupted by a tear opening in the space next to him and a beautiful, winged woman stepping out.
“Child,” this illusion of Eris says to the boy, “come play with me”
“Wow,” the kid says. “You...you WANT to play with me?”
? Insight: 17, fail.
“Of course,” the apparition replies as the true Eris observes things from her mirror portal. “No child should ever beat the burden of boredom.”
“But nobody’s ever offered to play with me before,” the boy remarks. “Except for mean ol’ Mr. Infamy, and we ALL know how THAT ended!” He pauses, regretfully scoffing and putting a hand to his face. “Promise me you won’t cause any irreparable damage if I play with you!”
“Child, I assure you,” the mirage returns, “nothing shall be permanent.
The boy, deciding to try one more test, extends an index finger towards the illusion.
“This finger,” he says. “Would you pull it?”
The mirage, being able to affect perception of touch, reaches out and tugs the finger, causing a giant, monstrous skunk to suddenly appear in the center of town to stomp through all of England, much to Eris’ surprise.
Eris Deception: 40
? Insight: 19
“I LOVE YOU!” the boy shouts as he takes the illusion by the hand with a grin on his face. He snaps his fingers, and both he and the illusion vanish from the tower.
Eris looks around through her mirror for a bit for a clue as to where they could have gone.
“So, what should we do first?” the boy asks as he reappears right behind Eris.
“ I dunno,” replies a voice that sounds awfully familiar. “Spin the globe?”
Turning around, Eris sees the boy, as well as the illusion of herself she made for his senses only, now visible and completely solid.
Spinning a globe, the boy lands his finger on the country of France!
“Oh, boy! France!” he says as he turns to Eris’ double. “Oui, oui?”
“Yes, yes,!” replies Eris Number Two.
“WAIT A MOMENT!” the original Eris shouts. “What is the meaning of this?!”
“It’s easy, my hated self,” the double replies as she motions to the boy. “This being you see before you is a googolplex-old sorcerer from The Infinite Dimension. In the 10,000 omnidimensional moments it took for us to get from Point A to Point B, he explained his nature, and I explained mine.”
“That’s right,” the boy responds. “I know all about the whole ‘illusory duplicate’ thing, but y’know, it doesn’t matter to me. The name’s Quirk, by the way.”
“Hold on,” the real Eris replies. “Are you saying that my illusion is now...alive?”
“Yep,” Quirk replies. “And we’re gonna have loads of fun together! Isn’t that right, Siré?”
“You betcha!” Siré, Eris’ double, replies as Quirk takes her hand. “Bye-bye, now! Or should I say, au revoir maintenant!”
POOF! They’re gone, and Eris is alone once more.

(Notes: For the sake of this adventure, Siré (pronounced sih-RAY) has Immunity to Fortitude and Toughness effects, but has Insight +0 and Will 9, technically being an extension of Quirk’s mind.)

Coming Soon: When the Eiffel Tower trots through the streets of Paris, will Daedalus be able to stop it?