God complex? [Grunge]

Idol considered the television beyond the glass with intense curiosity, another strange feature of this world. Something about these strange devices allowed humans to view images, though if they were within them or coming from somewhere else he could not tell. Regardless, something about them were interesting and he wished to know more about the strange boxes. However, there were many things that he had learned first about this world, such as his his strange features would only get him unwanted attention, mostly by proclaimed occulists wanting to harvest his power. So for the moment, his stark white hair had been changed into a more dull dark brown, and his dazzling golden eyes were a more mundane brown. That aside, he had forgotten that humans do not wear golden armor as they walked around the streets, so that was still a thing and people would still stare at him while he did so.

If these humans had such an edict against wearing armor, then he would find that out soon enough. Well, that was until he heard something, a rather loud ringing sound followed by strange sirens emitted from those strange carriages that rode by him. His eyes followed them as they rode past him, moving fast but not faster than he could reach even within his diminished state. If he wanted to follow them was the question, as he had no real reason to do so, beyond wondering what they were doing with all of that noise. ”What to do.” He muttered to himself softly, stroking his chin considerately before shaking his head. He had no reason to do such a thing, so he would go about his own business, until something more interesting caught his attention. Well, that was until his curiosity got the best of him and he ended up going to the scene of that thing, the one with all of the loud cop cars.

So taking off in a rather quick run despite his armor, Idol found himself standing before a building with people standing around it. If he remembered, it was one where people stored their currency, a novel idea in theory but he had no idea how it was fully enacted, before he had been thrown out. Stepping past the line, some of the mortals in blue would attempt to stop him, yet they were met with deaf ears as he continued onward. For some reason they required this location to be blocked off, which meant they obviously needed the help of a god on this matter. To have a human die on his watch, well that would have been lamentable, and not something he wanted at this time. Stepping through the front door, he looked to see three strange men in black masks with what appeared to be weapons in their hands. “Who the fuck are you?” One of them would demand pointing their gun at him.

”I am a god and I have come to stop this....dispute of yours.” He looked to the humans cowering in fear, and them back to the masked men who were now a little surprised by his claim.

“A god? Wow, you....are...are you serious?” One of them would ask.

”Most definitely.” A loud bang rang through the air as something collide with his armor, causing Idol to stagger and leaving a dent within the golden armor. ”That.....hurt.” Idol muttered slightly irate, and within a instant he was in motion, golden flames spouting around his wrists as he rushed forward. They barely had time to move their guns up before the golden flames enveloped the barrels and reduced them to molten slag, leaving the men unarmed.

“Holy shit.”

”Now...lets try that again.”

It had been a relatively normal day for Darwin, he had woken up around noon on a park bench god knows where with a kink in his neck. He woke with the annoying sound of the people around him, chattering away, taking pictures, doing whatever normal people did.  He felt a particular sense of irritation towards a young couple right beside his bench who some how found amusement in the scene (Which was just water and a few old buildings, bloody boring if you asked him)... Either that or they something seriously wrong with them, because they would not stop fucking giggling, laughing and smiling. Oh god the endless smiles. He rolled his eyes dramatically as he sat up putting a finger to the side of his glasses, gently tapping on the tip of the frame.  Words flung out, floating all around him, glowing blue. Naturally they were not really  floating words, they were product of his glasses. Which were cool until Google Glasses, now he just looked like an asshole. Whatever, his was way beyond anything those dimwits could conjure up. His had a mind of it own, well to be more exact all of his main tech had one. Every piece that he used on a regular bases was programmed with the same linked base.  Yea it was pretty sweet.

"Alright, where can I get some damn grub around here?"

He crossed his legs, resting his arms on the back of the bench and yawned loudly as his glasses started gathering up info based on his preference in food and current account balance. Some folks around him glanced over, making faces and quietly murmuring; he appeared to be speaking to himself, as unless he commanded it too the tech would directly talk into his ear using a tiny little headphone piece he had... permanently placed in his ear.  

"Currently no valid options are available Stud Monkey."

He sat up straight furrowing his brows, sneering and raising his voice slightly as if that was going to change the unsavory situation.  "What the fuck does that mean, Honey-Buns?!" He pouted slightly, flopping back against the bench, rubbing his forehead. "Seriously babe, come on, what you goin' on about?" His poor neglected tummy grumbled, as if to support his point.

"I apologize Pork Chop, but you currently lack the fund necessary to purchase a meal in the surrounding area."

He opened his eyes slightly and he scowled. "For future references, hold the food nicknames when im starving to death." He stood slowly, stretching his arms back and frowning.  "Noted." Darwin started down the sidewalk using his glasses to lead him to the closest bank. He glanced up as he noticed two strange men walking in and glanced down as his scanner reported weaponry, he grinned slightly following close behind. Perfect. Fate is truly a wonderful thing.  Let the robbers do their thing, think they are all powerful little fuckers, beat the shit out of them on their way out... Nab a few hundred dollars that somehow 'vanished ' mysteriously in the process.

Plan;
+Hero Status
+Money
+Punching a fucker
= Everyone happy.

Well... Except for the robbers of course.

It was all going swimmingly, he crouched down playing the scared citizen.  There was even a nice crowd outside to catch his moment of glory. That was when a man in a golden suit of armor walked in. Fuck. Thats never a good thing. Well it was a 'good thing' but not for Darwin. When the man spoke he groaned rubbing his face. Wonderful. A GOD in GOLDEN ARMOR. He quickly shot up and punched one of the guys in the face and jumped. He did not hit the ground again; rather he hovered there and dropped a few pieces of tech, that started to float orbiting around him slightly. He  had to at least claim some of the glory.

"This will be much better for all of you if you shut up and be good little criminals." He smirked slightly. "Seriously though," He nodded playing sympathetic, he even scrunched his nose up tilting his head slightly. "This one just didnt go well, you win some and you lose some. This time you just definitely lost. Happens to the best of us."

He looked over to the man in the armor, the 'god' if you will and put a hand on his hip. He sized him up, and even did a scan of him. He didn't quite know what to make of this man... but from what he just saw, this guy was definitely one to have on the same side.  Plus... He was kinda cute, you know...  If your into that whole cute perfect knight in shining armor thing.

"Added to 'Hunk' list."

Within a matter of moments the crooks were without weapons, looking at the golden armored god with what he could only tell through their masks as absolute anger. Relaxing his stance, he would look at them with a small smirk as if waiting for one of them to do something, inviting them to lash out. Even within his diminished state, he felt as if he could take on a few humans now that they didn't have their painful little weapons, which were now burning slag at his feet. Yet someone else would arrive on the scene, speaking in a fashion that suggested that he was on his side of all things. Not that he would complain mind you, because Idol was not one known to complain. He would consider this unknown carefully, his true sight showing nothing out of the ordinary, which meant he would have no reason to worry about him.

With the criminals now weaponless, the officers could move in for the whole arresting thing, which he would allow them to do.”I thank you for your help.” he said with a small smile, poking the molten slag with his toe before yanking it away. He wasn't sure what it was made of, but something told him he would have been better off staying away from it. While the men were being taken away into the strange carriages, idol considered the would be hero that had arrived upon the scene, or rather just appeared from seemingly nowhere. Honestly, he was still trying to get used to this world in general, so perhaps he needed to find someone that could help him better understand. If this man would be that person, well only time could tell with that.

If all of this was done, then he would likely have to move sooner rather than later. ”This world is so strange though.” Now he was more talking to himself than anyone else, though he did have to great his would be ally. ”I go by....Idol.” he said offering a hand.

"Yes.. Help." He stated almost dryly as he watched the officers take the robbers away. His former plan out of the way, perhaps it was time to think of an alternate route. He slowly traced back to the man in the armor watching how he interacted with the things around him. He floated closer and moved motioning so that the smaller pieces of tech swirled around him for a minute before disappearing into his coat.  He tilted his head slightly his glasses sliding slightly down his nose to reveal his odd eyes.  He hummed, eyes going once down the others body, than once up with no shame.

"Wearing a full suit of armor isnt exactly normal itself." He reached up pushing the glasses back up his nose, grinning slightly he reached out his hand slowly. He hoped, for a brief moment, that his hand would not catch on fire than and there like the weapons had. But after a moment took the offered hand. "They call me Grunge, pleasure to meet you ... Idol."

He looked to the side once at the gawking citizens, frowning slightly as he glanced back at the man in armor. It wasnt odd to stand out when you were shaking hands with someone who claimed to be a god, lit things on fire and wore a large suit of armor that looked like it could be out of the lord of the jewelry... no wait thats not right... Rings? Yea that was it, something nerdy like that. "Idol the god." He stated to confirm to himself and to the other. "Well, Idol the god, we should get you out of this bank, and is possible out of that armor."

He could not help but grin at that last line. He hoped he wasn't wearing too much under all the golden glory... and that what was under looked as good as the rest of him.

Golden armor had not seemed like the most normal of things, or so he had gathered from what the humans around him wore. However, he had never really gotten the chance to learn the fashion of this world, so that he may better mimic it. What he did notice of this male is that they had the most interesting colored eyes, not gold but something about them made him stand out among humans as a whole. ”It is a pleasure to meet you Grunge.” he responded as cordial as he could be, before considering the various clothing styles that humans sported. Few had actually stuck within his mind, granted he was the type to go for more normal clothing rather than anything flamboyant. His armor, it was just something his father had given him, so he wore it around everywhere when possible.

People would gawk at the self proclaimed god, not that it was a surprise by any meaning of the word. He was afterall wearing golden armor, it was t be expected more than anything. ”I think you are correct.” He said, tapping at the dent within his golden armor almost forlorn. The male was not pleased with the damage within his armor, yet that was something that could be repaired later. For now, he would have to trust the native of this world that they would be able to help him get used to it. ”So...where would you suggest we go for me to remove my armor?” He was never one to use the common tongue frequently, so some of his words were a bit...off. This male seemed to known more about this world than him, so asking seemed like the right idea to Idol, even though he knew little about things such as undertones.

He looked to Grunge almost trustingly, which was a major flaw on his own part. If anything, the male was rather trusting when it came to people, which lead to problems. Others, well they just called him good natured, but in the end it all came down to his experiences here. ”If you could lead the way.”

Grunge started out without waiting for the invite, he slipped his hands in his pockets grinning slightly. His glasses glinted as he glanced over his shoulder slightly. "You got any money or a place close by?" He looked forward slowly, licking his lips slightly humming.  Oh yes he was verrry correct. This was going to be fun, this was going to work out even better than his original plan.  

He brushed a hand through his messy caramel hand and winked as some reporters took pictures, he posed and stuck out his tongue, closing his magenta eye. He laughed slightly and nodded. "Yes, yes we only want to help the people in anyway possible, save them from the corrupt evils of the world."  He grabbed Idols hand to pull him through the crowd if he could, to get out of there as fast as possible.

"The press eat that kind of stuff up." He smirked turning to face him, he looked for a moment as if when he spun that he had tripped back, but rather he started to levitated... This was much easier.

”A place I do have.” Idol said with a nod, and he wasn't even lying about that either. It seemed that he had helped the right person at the right time, and they repaid him with his own place. It was nothing amazing, but he could live within it, so that was a place he could hang his armor up. ”It is what humans call an apartment.” He resolved with a nod, following after his superheroic friend, who seemed to be more knowledgeable about the customs of the world. Instantly they found themselves under the attention of the strange humans with the flashing devices, his new found friend striking rather odd poses.

He would have asked what they were doing, but the answer came as vague was it was. Heroism seemed to be looked up upon within this world, which meant that his creed held some value within their world. Humanity loved him within his own world, so he was hoping that they would do the same here. Granted, he did not find himself in the poor graces of the gods of this world, as that could have happened just as easily. Hopefully, his father had not left him to the wolves, as that would have been terrible.

Fingers would wrap around his own, pulling him through the crowd without the male likely knowing where this apartment was. ”I see. So your men with the flashy devices look favorably upon good.” Idol speculated to himself, following after the levitating male. ”Come with me, I can show you to my living quarters.” This was by no means a castle but then again that was the best term he can use. ”It is not too far from here.” With a motion of his hand, he would begin to lead him there. The way there was not too hard to find, it only took a few turns and around five minutes, yet here they were.

Eventually they stood before a rather impressive loft, or rather the entrance to one. Idol placed his hands upon his hips and looked up at it with a small amount of pride. ”This is my home.” It was not a palace, but it seemed fine as far as human homes went.

He raised a brow slightly 'A place a I do have' what was he yoda? He held back a laugh, and looked forward. Keep in mind Darwin, he  thought, he may be weird but... Hes Hot, has a place and is weird. So first things first they had to get to his home asap. They may have cleared the press but the tall man in gold armor and a floating hot twink defiantly attracted attention. He grinned slightly at the mention of an apartment, good, apartments were easy. He didnt respond at first though.  

"Yea humans are weak." He started, "They like to know that they have someone they can look up too. Someone to take care of them, someone they can wish to be." He yawned, and ran a hand through his wild caramel hair, half closing his eyes.  He didnt consider himself a hero, he couldnt compare to the ones around him. They were in their own league. Yet he had his own reasons to fight. He looked towards the other man, for a brief moment wondering why the so called god had fought. But it only lasted for moments  before his mind wandered back to what was under the armor he wore.

He did not need to be asked twice to follow, he grinned licking his lips idoly.  You can show me to your living quarters any day.  He slowly raised a brow,  when  they stood in the loft. Ohhhh yessss, this he could do. He smirked towards the god eyes glinting. What was this mans flaw? Surly he couldnt be prefect, no one was perfect.

Well you know...
Except for Darwin himself.

”So...nothings different here.” He would mutter to himself, considering the statement before nodding and looking to the building before him.

Ascending a few flights of stairs, they would enter into his home, or rather the place that he called home at this time. It hadn't been decorated by him, but by the person who had gifted it to him, with all of the amenities that one could hope. Upon entering, one would instantly see a sort of living room area with a television hanging upon the wall, with a couch position for optimal watching comfort. There was a set of stairs that let upwards, likely into some manner of bed room set up as well as a way leading to what looked like a kitchen, though most of it looked almost unused. Which was true, as he had not really gotten used to most modern conveniences, as he had none of this where he came from. Med-evil comforts were more his thing, and so he had to make due with what he could use.

Luckily he had unraveled the mysteries of modern showers, as well as the light switches, otherwise he would have been screwed metaphorically speaking. Undoing a clasp on his armor, it would release a small clicking sound as he made his way over to what looked like some manner of armor mannequin. Undoing his armor, he would remove it from himself and set it upon the mannequin. Beneath the chest plate he was wearing nothing really, revealing what would be considered a toned physique, save for the occasional silvery white scar dotting his body. With that done, he removed the rest, gauntlets set beside the mannequin and greaves beside them, leaving him for most intensive purposes half naked. Normally people would have worn more under armor, but then again he never really saw the need to, and so he did not. Idol was a strange one, even to those that knew him within his own world.

”Make yourself comfortable, I will need to....change into something more presentable.”