Fight Club 2 - Supernal Bugaloo

[Tuesday]

Did...Campanella...just...pose...?

Question Mark.

Like seriously.

Question Mark

Star's Laughing. Which is good considering all his owies. And low fuel...all because of her. Their fight and the heals he'd freely given her.

Honestly. The Unicorn would have been laughing too, but. Surreal. Campy wasn't a posing type. Or she thought he wasn't. Did she completely misread the Moros?

She blinks. Ignoring it~

"Char-dude could use some." she answers Thrope, "I gave him s few good hits. I'm still stiff, but alright. You might need to check up on Archy's lungs or whatever. Since. Not breathing. Not good."

[Bolide]

That had gone about as bad as Bolide had expected. As the Apostate returned to the group, he was rubbing at the spots on his arms and chest where bruises were starting to form. The look of defeat was swiftly broken as Campanella's pose was noticed. He and Star both got a chuckle from the Apostate as they carried on.

"If it's no trouble." The chuckle settled to a smile at Thrope's sportsmanship. This is why everyone's nice to the Life mage. They make everything better, or at the very least less bruised.

It was when Tuesday mentioned Michael that Bolide looked over to see him collapsed with a new guy in the mud. That did not seem like the Mystagogue that offered Bolide a chat at Concilium, but maybe Bolide had misjudged his ego. Maybe it was more about the attention for Campanella then being helpful, a possibility that disappointed the Apostate to think about.

"You need a hand?" Bolide said as he strode over to Chariot and Michael in the mud. Unless the Arrow objected, an second pair of hands would be working to help dig Michael out of the mud.

[Campanella]

"No. I am perfectly fine," Campanella replied.

He did not spare a glance to the fallen Obrimos... Or they others that rushed to tend him.

"So. What could be learned from my sparring?"

[Archangel Michael]

Michael opens his eyes slowly, the influx of oxygen restoring his senses back to its former sharpness. The memory of what happened minutes ago came as well, filling the Archangel with shame from such a defeat. He played dirty. I'd have won this fight if it wasn't for such a dirty trick... Cheating bastard.

Still struggling, his feet tingling as an after effect of Campanella's trap, Michael sits up in the mud and tries to stand clumsily. His eyes meets Chariot's and Bolide's for a second, and without a word he continues trying to stand by himself even though the task itself is easier said than done to someone in his state.

He stares grudgingly at his former future friend and now future rival. Campanella not only cheated during their fight, but he tried to break the Archangel's Pride as well. Unforgivable...

"You cheated. I want a rematch! This time you won't even have the chance to work your cheap tricks again!" said an overly violent Michael, completely ignoring those who offered him a helping hand. His already prideful nature is tainted by an inflated sense of self, getting the worst out of the peaceful priest. He mostly ignored everyone else. His stare was set upon Campanella. "Just say when."

Michael is affected by Megalomania as well. He probably indulged his vice refusing their help.

[Macavity]

The first thing on his list after they were done here was to get a shovel and some rope to keep in his car.

"Michael, chill out man. He beat you. Learn from it." If this is what he was like now, no wonder Tuesday didn't like him. It's not a very impressive first impression.

He looks at Bolide, a little surprised that anyone else had come to help. "Yeah, that'd be great. I was going to help dig him out, but maybe after he tires himself out you can brace me and we can get him pulled out?" He studied the Brown Glyph inscribed above the muddy ground as he pulled off his shoes and socks. No matter how they got him out, it was going to be messy.

  1st Scrutiny at Campanella's Transmute Earth 1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-04-20 13:09:05		Chariot rolls 5 to Scrutiny Identification, Potency, Mastery (Intelligence 2 + Occult 2 + Specialty 1) (10 Again)		4, 9, 3, 4, 5		1 success

[Thrope]

"Drop you from range or make sure you can't breath also." It's casual. It's also the easy options. Just like how it would be easier to fight Bolide like that too. Or Thrope. That had been a shitty lesson.

Solid steps bring the muscled Thyrsus over to the trio playing in the mud and the mud problem. "I take it since you're yelling you can breath again." It's an obvious question to an obvious thing. But Chariot's being the good guy and Thrope is having fun. The grin falls as Thrope nods to Chariot and Bolide. "I'll help also. Still got the beef going." Wanna find out why not to own tight clothes? Have a Thyrsus give you some massive gainz.

[Star]

"Give him a shovel."

He's still snickering. Like that attitude, bro. So much for 'Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord'.

"Your setup was too long. And I think you got lucky." Thin shoulders shrugged at Campanella . Well. He asked. "Not everyone's just gonna just stand there. Or, like, not be able to get out."

The lucky part? Come on. Everyone's seen the guy strain at putting up a Sight like a constipated man.

He let the others work. Because teamwork. Does it matter at least one person here carries a rope in his backpack? Naaaaaaaah.

"Hey, Swamp Thing." Yeah, that's Archangel Michael . "If that friction punch is your go to? Might want to Rote it. Just sayin'."

Maybe carry some SCUBA gear, too.

[Tuesday]

Tuesday thought that if the Obelisk did anything to Campy's brain it would have shown up before this...soooooo obviously it was something in the dust.

...did he snort it?

Hazels look at the Mystagogue. Considering. Was he an artifact snorting perv?

...probably.

Oh. And Archy's yelling.

See these hazels. They be rolling.

Also. Totally not checking out Life beefed muscles. Tuesday's not that kind of unicorn. She's always serious. Always.

snort.

"One of you could get a stick." and poke him. vigorously. with the pointy end. "Pry him out." since the mud. apparently has more in comment with glue then wet dirt.

[Campanella]

Campanella's eyes switched to Star.

"Lucky? Lucky! There was no luck there, sir. It was perfectly timed and orchestrated. You obviously misunderstood my intention. I was playing fair."

Campanella is suffering the Megalomia Derangement.

[Bolide]

And suddenly play time was over.

Michael was pretty blatantly ignoring help in favor of spite, and Campanella was getting defensive over constructive criticism. Fair play? Okay, that'd fly if they were still sparring. They weren't, he just left Michael, and that caused Bolide's smile to strain and dissipate. Absolutely childish.

"Yeah, let's wait a few for him to cool off." Bolide said to Chariot before turning to Thrope. The clashing of the egos made him glad he fought an Arrow despite the lackluster results. Thrope's offer of aide further highlighted who the professionals here were, and was met with a nod of clear approval.

"I'm Bolide by the way." He said as he looked back to Chariot, ignoring the rest of the banter going on as he likewise removed his shoes and socks just in case. He also took off his jacket and hoodie, placing the three water bottles on the ground with them. "Obrimos Apostate. Muscles here is Thrope, Shaman Arrow. Or is it Talon? I never really talked to your group before."