Fight Club 2 - Supernal Bugaloo

[Macavity]

Chariot makes a disgusted noise at both aggressors' behavior. He still wasn't sure that this was caused by a paradox, but even if it was, that was still a personal failing on both their parts.

[West]

Bolide exits. Thrope and Tuesday are up.

[Tuesday]

Tuesday sighs.

Because.

Well.

Look at this shit show.

Then.

The frown forms.

This time. Because Star.

He should not be magic'ing. The mop's definitely drooping and he's probably bleeding inside.

The Unicorn was not Amused.

But if he's scouring for a reason, then it's not going to be for nothing.

"Oh yeah. A proper duel. That'd be awesome. Totally prove to everyone who's the bestest."

They were probably to addled by 'dox to realize that there was none of her unicorn enthusiasm in those words.

Probably.

[Thrope]

The grin returns. "You heard the folks. Duel like fucking adults." Men almost slipped out there, again another lesson Thrope learned in the long ass process of becoming an Arrow.

At least the duel will be entertaining and no one will have to get patched back together. "So get to it." Arms cross as Thrope waits. Can't do much else while these two are off their shit.

[Archangel Michael]

"Why not settle our differences later, without this bunch to interfere?" Michael stands again and folds arms. These clowns have nothing to do with it after all.

"The Duel Arcane simply won't do. I want to payback what he did to me. I will best him in a plain and fair fight. Don't you agree, Campanella?"

[Campanella]

Campanella drew himself up. An eyebrow raised artfully over the grotesque travesty of his face.

"A Duel Arcane. Yes. I would be happy to follow the correct forms and beat this Apostate once again."

He paused. He couldn't help himself.

"I would be happy to prove my abilities anywhere you choose, Archangel."

[Star]

Plain and fair?

Long fingers plied his phone free from a pocket and carefully took a picture of the oh-so-serious-even-got-folded-arms Apostate, making sure it was portrait aspect and caught the fact that the man was ridiculously stuck in the mud.

Because Hubris Memes are totally a thing on Guardian.Net.

"Well! Guess that's settled."

Except, you know. These two. Gotta split them up and babysit.

"Anyone else hear about that secret passage from the Arrow wing to a secret Athanaeum?"

Mystagogue sniping? Too easy.

[Macavity]

Chariot rolls his eyes at the collective antics of both morons and Star. The picture? Goes unremarked because honestly if an Apostate doesn't have the kind of situational awareness necessary, it's not Chariot's job to show him the ropes. And the two of them have collectively used up all the slack he was willing to give people for being stupid.

"So. Campanella. Michael. What's your plan if you get jumped by someone and there's Sleepers around?"

[Thrope]

Man I hope if I ever fuck up like this someone just knocks me out. And now that Thrope thinks of it. It could work. Knock out the bookworm first so he doesn't start cutting off everyone's air then go after the Theurgist. Except that be thuging people. And that's not allowed. A sigh escapes the Thyrsus. Maybe this is why I'm an Arrow.

Then a grin. Star's on point. "Is that why there's all those damn books? I mean they'll get put back right but they're really good footrests." Not that Thrope ever would use a stack of books as a footrest but that has to be some sort of thing for a Mystagogue to hate right?

[Tuesday]

One for, and one against.

Are they just trying to be contrary?

When did they become cats?

(is that what the 'dox did?)

"Archy. Dude. They're proposing a fair fight. You sound like you wanna thug Campy in a dark alley."

Tuesday snorts at the quick pic, and gives Star and Thrope a look. This, expected of Star, because obvi. But Thrope. Points.

"Secret passages and book-footrests? Damn, and here I was missing all this shit with a sordid life of Apostasy." Tuesday shakes her head. "Woe is me. Gotta catch up now, don't I?"