The Arrival of Mr. Scott (Open)

[Felix Falora]

In the Frost Temple, no one tended to stir. No one dared to move that far underwater. Only one who could hold his breath up to hours would dare try, but such people were rare. No, no one tended to be in the Frost Temple. Yet the portal seemed to drop a man off here. Pokeball straps adorned his pants, yet they seemed to be gone. He was out cold, drifting in the middle of the water within the temple. One could see his face looked scarred, his hair long and blonde. As his eyes began to open, they were a deep scarlet red.

Nnnnn... Wh-Where am I? What is this... water? Did Team Aqua... I...

Barely able to keep consciousness, looking battle weary, his eyes closed again as he drifted throughout the temple. The art figures of the Frost Temptress looked down upon him, nary disturbing his sleep, but acting almost as guardians of sorts. None of the natural residents of the lake came towards him as he seemed to sleep.

[Exheil]

The next thing that happened was unexpected, a rift appeared above the floating boy. A boy shot out with silver and black hair, before rushing into another portal, this process repeated itself until the boy managed to stay in this world.

Perhaps it had given up trying to shove him out. Perhaps. He crashed into one of the statues and stood up almost a full second after. He looked around noticing the boy floating. Turning his Godslayer into a guitar, he proceeded to play the best riff he could ever play. It was so amazing that the statue he crashed into melted into water and splashed all over him. After he finished he turned his hand into a chainsaw and revved it before changing it back.

"Huh. Where's all the villains I was fighting?, Where's Zaxor?, Oh wait, I killed him."

He hadn't turned his attention to the boy again yet, he was too busy admiring his own reflection in the water.