Chapter CXIV: New, Naïve, and Good-Looking! ~Kyanosa

C.R. gazed at the various heroes through a number of ripholes, grimacing. Sir Pseudo Havering had really done it this time. His great plan seemeed to quickly be coming together. Most everybody was exactly where he wanted them, nearly every action perfectly following Havering's expectations. If all proceeded as it was now, he would win.
"Okay, Havering has everything planned out," thought C.R., leaning back in his chair. "What we need is some...unknown element, something we can toss into the mix that Havering has no way of guessing." He pondered for a bit, then snapped his fingers. "A First-Earther. Not just any one, though. We need a person so blatantly, so incredibly First-Earth that their entire mentality would be completely foreign to anything Havering can fathom." He opened a new riphole and began to search.
Ten minutes later, he had the person he wanted, and pulled them through the hole. They weren't much physically-about five foot eight, medium build, black hair that rose a bit from the head, and large brown eyes that seemed to take everything in at once. And there was a lot to take in, seeing as not too many people had been spontaneously pulled through dimensions and deposited in the nexus of existence during their lifetime. Either way, the physical ability wasn't too important; the mind was the important part. Interested in war from a child, this person had memorized battle tactics galore, including an uncanny ability to anticipate a person's actions. In short, he was kind of like Havering, but nearly powerless in comparison.
"Ah, welcome, my good man, to the Cosmic Rip. You have been called here on a matter of great importance. Stop staring at the wall."
"Hm?" The person's head jerked. He had been staring at the wall, which was changing colors every few seconds. Quite a novelty to somebody not too well-traveled.
"Thank you. Anyway, you are here for a purpose. We need your help to stop an evil being of spectacular power from destroying history as we know it." C.R. decided not to tell him that he was chosen simply because he was too base to be second-guessed by said evil being. That would come later. Luckily, the new guy didn't ask many questions. He simply nodded. "You seem as if you expected this."
The guy smiled. "I read a lot of stuff like this."
"Oookay. Well, then, you should expect that you as a person would be no match for most super-powered entities. There are quite a few exceptional people after Havering, and we need to put you on par with them." C.R. opened yet another riphole, noticed the room was getting crowded, and closed a few older ones. Out of the new one fell a sort of suit of armor and a bundle of clothing. "Your size, trust me. Try it on."
A few minutes, one dicussion about privacy, and one
conjuring of a dressing wall later, the human stepped out in his new clothes. The black shirt ran almost to the elbows and was as skintight as possible while still making it look good. The dark grey armor was sleeveless and rather flexible, covering him from neck to ankles with extra metal jutting above the shoulders. (Writer's Note: Ever seen Vegeta's armor from Dragonball Z? That's what I mean by the shoulders, but in grey.) The black shoes were pretty darn comfortable; he assumed that meant he would be running a lot.
"Comfortable? Good. Now you can likely take more than one hit. Maybe two. Enough for defense, let's get you some offense." C.R. pulled about thirty small objects, each spherical and a little larger than a marble. He tossed a green one to the human. "I got these while you were busy. Each one contains a different power. I had to choose a set of powers with which you were familiar yet were still varied ebough to suit my purposes, so I chose those present in something called "Kirby Mega Star," or something as creatively named.
You get one. The rest I'll randomly distribute, give to people, et cetera. You can find them by yourself
and prove that I've chosen the right person. Now, any questions?"
The human thought for a moment. "Can I change my hair color?"
"Not today."
"Which power is this?" He held up his sphere between thumb and forefinger.
"Sword."
"Sweet." He squeezed it in his fist. White energy wrapped around his hand and jutted forward a few feet, eventually solidifying in a shiny metal sword. He then felt the top of his head. "No hat?"
"I figured you wouldn't want to look too stupid," C.R. smirked.
"Thanks." He, assuming there was a scabbard on his back, placed the sword behind him. There wasn't one, but the sword clicked onto the armor and stuck there, as if it was held by a magnet. "Okay, I think I'm ready."
"Alright then." C.R. opened his last hole of the day. "Feel free to jump right in, and try not to land on anybody I like. Oh, wait!" He opened a desk drawer and handed the human a bunch of papers stapled together with a yellow cover. "I take the liberty of compiling all the big events that happen over the course of this battle. This will tell you about most everything that happened by now and give you a bit of background on the guy you're battling."
He took the book from C.R. and opened it to the first page. About three seconds later, he shut it. "I'll
read it later. I should probably get going now. Kyanosa Canopus, away!" He jumped into the hole and slid through time and space, millions of miles away in an instant.
"Kyanosa Canopus? I don't remember giving him
permission to make up a name. Bah, never mind." He leaned back in his chair and returned to watching the events unfold.