Flintstone
*Not an actual caveman
Harry Houdini was nervous, very nervous. He had to get this just right or the months he spent preparing would be for nothing. He double-checked the circle he had drawn on the ground in a field in rural Bohemia and took a deep breath. He then spoke "Heroum de regnis ultra te voco," as the words left his mouth the circle on the ground lit up, and then nothing for several painful moments. Just as the white wizard was about to give up the whole area lit up. And standing or sitting or lying before him were a veritable motley crew of individuals. Several colorful youths in equally colorful Japanese-style cloaks, a man dressed in full Roman legionary gear, an Asian woman in a tight red dress, and a redheaded woman with a spear that gave off a foul aura. Was this the best he could summon?
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am sure you are rather confused. Unfortunately, time is of the essence so a brief introduction will have to do. My name is Erik Weisz, but most know me as Harry Houdini, and you are currently in a different world than the ones you call home. I have summoned you here because this world is in grave danger and I need your help in order to save it. Do I have your attention? If so, please follow me and once we link up with an associate of mine, the two of us can answer any questions you might have."
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Rip Hunter had seen a lot in his time, but this world he had found himself trapped in for the last several years was certainly one of the more bizarre things he had encountered. On the surface, it seemed very much like the Great War of his timeline. However, something had gone terribly wrong in Austria-Hungary. Crown Prince Rudolf who took his own life in Rip's timeline had survived that fateful night at the Mayerling Lodge and the world was turned upside down as a result. Who would have guessed such a slight alteration would result in zombies, a metal Franz Joseph, and the infamously skeptical Harry Houdini being a wizard?
And now he was working with Houdini to try and save this world from an undead Empress Elisabeth. In service of that, he was following up on a rumor he had heard. The subjects of which were currently hiding out in a remote Bohemian village. So with characteristic swagger and his trenchcoat flaring behind him, he approached three figures hiding in the shadows of an alleyway.
"Greetings gentlemen, would you like to dirty your undead hands with some royal blood?"
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