(Visiting the Mother of Existence's universe.)

Chapter eleven:

Listen, we will have so much time, literally an eternity for me to talk and for me to explain things and for you to listen and for you to understand. But we should really move this along. With that Jack started to get fidgety. Observantly, he thinks, Travis caught on to his movement's. It wasn't really being observant, though, as it's rather hard to miss such things when the person being observed is a giant compared to yourself.

Why does it feel like you're rushing me? Don't we have all the time in the world? Sorry, in the omniverse? Travis asked him.

Well, normally you'd be right. However, A.) I'm tired of explaining things for now. B.) It's my duty to keep you safe, but I'm not exactly able to dedicate my entire being to it for the foreseeable future. Which leads to C.) The safest place for you to be is exploring other universe's while you're still growing and developing. When you run low on energy, I will consume the Primordial chaos and direct it to you. Replied Jack Kirby.

I can't help but notice, that... this seems an awful lot like an incubation period. Said Travis.

I know. Just stop that thought, and think of it more like we're marsupials. Please. Jack started to rub his temples while bending over slightly, showing his exasperation at the way Travis was starting to think about the situation. His suggestion didn't seem like it was helping at all, either. Travis was still having a queasy look on his face. About to hurl bits of creation all over the place, it seemed. I don't have human sensibilities anymore, but this is ridiculous. Hmm... could that help?

Suddenly, he had an idea. His form shifted to more a full figure and feminine one. Try to remember that we don't have genders. As much as I am the father to your new form. I am equally your mother. Replied Jack Kirby. I tend to my life in halves, every five hundred thousand years. I'm male, then the next I'm female. I'm not exactly at the next switch point but... close enough. I understand life, you have to understand all of it, experience it, from each sides perspective. Jack Kirby was one of the forms I've taken, but it's not my name nor my whole identity. I've had countless identites over the years. My actual name is Unova. Said Jack Kirby.

For a second it looked like it might have worked but soon it seemed that Travis was upset over an eternity different reason. Unova read his surface thoughts to figure out. What? Jack Kirby's face with this body? Oh for the love of the first!

That's it! In you go! Unova reached down as her hand was enveloped in a bright light. The light soon pushed out all other sights from Travis's vision.

And when he could next see found himself in a field of golden clouds with towering golden cumulonimbus in the distance.

Read it? Asked a woman from behind him. It was Unova. Looking over he saw a woman suffused in silver light, blonde hair, almost shaped eyes, and rosy skin. She looked beautiful and dignified. She had a concerned look on her face, that made Travis think he was being shown specifically because of the last image he held in his mind. That's probably how it is, he thought as he turned away.

He then noticed he's also in his previous human appearance. Panicking, he felt for the Primordials mentally. After a few seconds he noticed nothing was amiss. Zhuque and Siwang were having a sibling spat, but that's normal, so he sighed in relief.

Unova looked upon Travis as he explored himself, and chuckled to herself at his antitcs. She once again got a proper look at him, the first time since the New York City Comic Con. Five foot eight with brown curly hair. He honestly looked like Chuck Shurley from Supernatural. Chiseled, squared face with deep set brown eyes, a roman nose, and a permanent five o clock shadow. If nothing else, he looks the part of the usual superhero type. He should fit in fairy well. Unova thought to herself as Travis finally started to take stock of his surroundings.

I recognize this place. Isn't this where Thanos and Adam Warlock were brought to after they destroyed universe 616? He asked her as he reached down and played with the fluffy clouds. They felt like Egyptian cotton, satin, velvet, and silk all at the same time, if that can be imagined.

Yes it is. So, does it feel gross as you thought it would? Because yes, you are in one of my universe's right now. Replied Unova.

Travis thought for a second. Well, while the prospect of being another being inside another being still irks me a bit, I can't say I feel gross... in fact it feels comfortable, which is weird, but no... I don't know. It's confusing. Can we just move on? Travis asked her.

Gladly... now. Is there any particular of Marvel- wait. Travis looks up a bit flustered as Unova concentrated on his face. My parents gave me a new name when I was reborn as an Origin... so I started to pace in thought.

Uh... what's wrong with Travis? Travis LaRowe? I've mean I've had it all my life, I don't mind having it for the rest of it too. He interjected, hoping that he can avoid having a weird name.

Nonsense. Such an ordinary name doesn't fit with beings of our stature. In this form sure it's fine, but the one outside? And to your Primordial gods? It needs to have some omph. And maybe some references to celestial bodies... I got it!

Unova stops pacing and faces Travis soon not to be Travis. She places one hand on his waist as her other points at him. Her eyes glow with a golden light as she says loudly. In my name, Unova Titania, the name henceforth and into eternity shall be, the realm they were in started to quake. Corvus.

Seven colored lightning wove through the clouds and rose into the air, separating in seven different ways and striking seven points surrounding Corvus. Booooooom. As the surroundings tumbled, and his eardrums felt like they'd be a milk shake if it wasn't for being nigh indestructible, he felt as if a basic and fundamental part of himself shifted and now the only name for himself that mattered was that one: Corvus.

Honestly, he thought it was fine, decent at least. He could get used to it. But he felt the fanfare was a bit much. The speech, the quake, and the lightning.