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Yes, in retrospect it made sense; the Delagrotte family name is renowned, and honestly, the other Guard Girls seemed not too interested in the bother of leadership... Ah! And that name! It had been the first thing Ashe and Romhack had agreed upon after hours of argument. Morgan supported it without really hearing the words, he'd been desperate. Ending his first day as Team Leader without even being able to get the team to agree to a name would've been a very bad omen. Oh, how his family had laughed when he'd reported the name of the newly-christened team. knit knit knit Morgan shook his head, trying to throw off the embarrassing memory. He wasn't being fair to his family; they had all been very supportive of him. There were enough letters of congratulations piled in his room to start a small bonfire, and even Great Granny showed a small smile when he told her he'd been placed in a real team as a real hero. The first she'd shown him since that stunt he’d pulled with Darkklaw. Seeing that had felt nice. Yet, a small flicker of doubt still played within his heart -- what had he really done to deserve congratulations? There was no way, with his last name, that he would be rejected by the Justice Alliance. Until he himself felt like a hero, Morgan could not accept the Delagrotte’s earnest praise into his heart. Their advice, however, was a different matter. Adele had spoken to him just the day before. She didn’t bother to congratulate him, “Now the hard part starts. Trying to lead a team of heroes is like trying to lead,” She paused. She knew Sabbat was an incredibly compliant cat, “a murder of crows. Everyone wants to fly off to the first shiny thing they see. My advice? Don’t even bother trying to command people; just make a plan good enough that people naturally want to follow it.” Then she’d ruffled his hair, wished him luck, and flew off on her broomstick. Adele was always reliable. How Morgan wished she was here now. knit knit clink clink Morgan’s motions became sloppy; needles running into each other. She was supposed to be here now, but hero business had called her away at the last moment. Her understudy, Serah, had taken her place inside the museum. Which was fine. He wasn’t envious. Really, he wasn’t! It’s just, for him to be outside on guard duty, and for her – who barely respected tradition! – to be on the inside representing the family… It just… If there was a rivalry between them, it was undeclared. But only one Witch could succeed Gertrude as head of the family, and that was almost certainly Adele. Then, only one Witch could succeed Adele, and there were two standouts in the current generation… These dark thoughts were banished by the arrival of Demonfist and, in the shadows above, Shi-no-bi. Armor Witch looked at the roaring berserker, then up at the fleeing ninja, then back down again. As Team Leader, he had to make a decision. His mouth opened, but before he could speak, Romhack’s voice filled his ears. She knew magic? Wait, no, it was the communicators. He wasn’t great with them, or any technology, but he pressed the button that he was pretty sure opened a line to his teammates. “Romhack is right, but,” Armor Witch had a premonition that he’d say those words a lot, “Even if he’s just a distraction, Demonfist can’t be ignored. We need to split our forces. Romhack and I will stay out here and keep the civilians safe. Ashe! Darkklaw!” Actually, where was Darkklaw? He couldn’t see her around. Well, as long as she had her communicator on things would work out, “You two will chase after Shi-no-bi, and, er, make sure she doesn’t get away. And find out what’s happening inside!” He flinched at the weakness of his words. Stopping Demonfist was a simple job, but how were the other two supposed to track a master of stealth like Shi-no-bi? Adele’s words came to his mind, if you want others to follow the plan, you have to make the plan good. Armor Witch ran, not towards Demonfist, but towards Ashe. In his hand was a half-finished scarf. There was something he could do. Stopping just a few feet in front of his teammate, he suddenly halted and spun towards the broken window at the top of the museum. Armor Witch took a deep breath, clutched the scarf hard to his chest, and cast -- “Unweave.” quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 9:13 AM The word had a strange weight. It’s sounds echoing beyond it’s volume, and for a brief second, all light dimmed around Armor Witch. He felt his stomach drop as the spell washed over him. It was always risky to manipulate fate, even when it was something as pedestrian as ’these two shall meet again’. Not anything grand like a tragic love or a grand death – Armor Witch cursed himself as those thoughts entered his head. The magic responded to his musings, morphed out of control, and – He clamped down on his fear. He tore the scarf in his hands into raw fabric, and finished the spell, “Weave.” Marking Afraid to make my Unleash stable and long-lasting! If he was going to stumble today, it wouldn’t be on the first step! With the spell complete, the scarf was gone. The witch now held in his hands a red wool ball. A taut string led from the ball, up into the broken window of the museum, and ultimately ended in a neat bow around the right pinky of Shi-No-Bi.  basically this! Armor Witch let out a shuddering breath, turned towards Ashe, “I’ve laid a curse upon the thief. The string cannot be broken. Follow it to her.” He tossed the wool ball too her, and without waiting for a reply began to sprint towards Demonfist. Scrree fucked around with this message at 18:37 on May 2, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -1 | Saviour: +2 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Afriad! | Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM, posing dramatically! Oh, thank god for Romhack! Armor Witch's heart had nearly burst out of his chest when he saw the car go flying, but then she'd taken care of it by transforming into... some big guy. He really didn't know games that well. But what he knew, right now, was that Romhack was a pro. And despite that they were still in deep trouble. Five minutes before backup could arrive!? A lot could happen in five minutes. A lot of people could get hurt. He shook his head. That wouldn't happen, he'd make sure that wouldn't happen. Right now, Demonfist was engaging in purely wild destruction -- endangering everyone equally, but if the Berserker's attention could just be drawn towards a single target... Armor Witch walked calmly towards Demonfist. Every step caused a fresh wave of nausea to assail his body, but he pushed through it. His face was calm, his fists were clenched, and with a searing cord of fear crawling up his spine, he drew the Berserker's attention, "Villain! By the power invested in me by the Justice Allliance, and," Armor Witch held out his right hand, and in his palm was a spark of the Devil's Fire. From that spark, flame rapidly enwreathed his entire body, "by the Law of the Coven, who ever tread upon the Devil's servants, I--!" And at that name, at those words. A flash of recognition appeared in Demonfist's eyes..... ----- Some time ago; a very old lady was looking after one of her great-granddaughters for the day. She decided to take her to the bank and open a savings account for her, as that's what responsible citizens do, and the girl was concerned her pigbank was almost too full. And some time ago, a group of hotheaded villains decided the classics were classics for a reason, and set off to rob a bank. A man with a fist and mind as red as blood pounded furiously against the vault. It's hinges weakening with every blow. When the old lady entered the bank, she guided her grandchild behind her, held out her palm, and began to say the words. And when the bloodied man heard the words he turned around, and in her palm he saw the spark. And then, behind the old lady, he saw a pair of wings appear. They were beautiful, made of light itself, angelic. They pulled back -- larger than the bank, so large they touched seemed to touch the sky -- and suddenly all the bloodied man could see was pure white. Some time ago, half a bank was destroyed by a burst of angelic energy, Halcyon City was reminded why Gertrude was one of the greatest heroes of her era, and an angry young man was very lucky to be blown so far away as to avoid capture from the pursuing heroes ----- Without knowing any of that, Armor Witch formed the Devil's Fire into his armor, and continued his order, quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 11:18 AM "I, The Armor Witch, chosen leader of the Guard Girls -- do order you to cease now or face unyielding justice!" Scrree fucked around with this message at 19:21 on May 3, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -1 | Saviour: +2 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: Afriad! | Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM, Losing Dramatically! Alright, it worked! The brute's attention was on him, now all Armor Witch needed to do was keep him busy until backup could arrive. But wow, that sword went really far. And that roar was really loud. Just how strong is Demonfist, anyways? If he's strong enough to throw a car, is he strong enough to shatter bone, even through armor? Armor Witch flinched at the thought; he was very grateful no one could see his face at the moment. He struggled to take in a big gulp of air and recollect himself. He looked at his palm, still outstretched from his speech, and instinctively closed it into a mailed fist. Yes, he didn't need to win, he just needed to fight. And he could fight. His armor was strong, his spirit was strong, his family's magic was strong! A confidence of iron and blood filled Armor Witch's heart. He took a step forward, intending to start a counter-charge against Demonfist, and -- quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 7:44 PM -- and he learned that the world doesn't stop moving while you give yourself pep talks. Demonfist was right in front of him! It was all happening too fast; there was no time to do anything... expect let out a high-pitched scream of panic.
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -1 | Saviour: +2 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! | Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM's Side Alley, Saving A Friend! Morgan had flown once before, resting behind one of his aunts as they took him on a nighttime broomstick ride over Halcyon City. It was terrifying at the time, but aged into a sweet memory. Being lifted into the air by the force of Demonfist's blows, and sent flying into a stone wall -- Morgan was pretty sure this memory would never turn sweet. quote:Armor Witch Takes a Powerful Blow! The sound of metal scrapping stone filled his ears as he slide down the stone wall. Armor Witch was surprisingly unhurt. A small trick of blood leaked from his nose where he'd bumped the inside of his helmet from the recoil of hitting the wall, but his bones were well-intact for someone who'd just taken a demonfist from Demonfist. His mental state, however... Armor Witch Struggles Past the Pain, Marking Hopeless and Guilty! What was he even doing? He'd make a big show, calling on the authority of his position and his lineage, and just frozen up? Armor Witch didn't feel like a hero. He didn't feel like a leader. He didn't feel like a witch. Old worries bubbled up to surface. He'd been born in the wrong family. Delagrotte witches weren't supposed to be male. The words of support and love from his family felt faint as a mantra repeated in his head, over and over. He was born wrong. He had lived wrong. He could only do wrong. Idly, he watched Romhack attack Demonfist, drawing the Berserker's attention. She'd probably just saved his life. Armor Witch needed to get up, needed to go and help her, but it felt so hard to move... Then, the sound of crumbling masonry. In the corner of his eye, a flash of familiar black fur. Incredulous surprise, quickly overwhelmed by the final crack of the wall giving way. Armor Witch felt his hands grip into the sidewalk, felt his boots tear downwards for traction. He pushed all of his power into a sloppy, full body dive. quote:WHY IS MY CAT HERE He reached his target just in time; bricks bounced off his armored back as he cradled the merely crushed cat. Armor Witch felt incredibly happy it was safe, and incredibly angry it'd endangered itself in the first place! "Why are you here?" He nearly yelled.  Sabbat looked up with his normal, somewhat unfocused gaze. He raised a paw, booped Armor Witch on the front of his helmet. boop. boop boop. After taking a quick glance to make sure Demonfist was still preoccupied, Armor Witch raised his helmet halfway up. Sabbat crawled into through the gap, coiled around his neck, rested its mouth right next to his ear, and began to purr. Armor Witch pulled his helmet down and latched it in place; given how well it had protected him earlier, there probably wasn't a safer place on a chaotic battlefield then inside his armor... Or at least, that's what he told himself. A part of him just wanted the close comfort of his best friend. And Armor Witch did feel better. He was worried, and wanted to do better (and to have done better), but his thoughts no longer enervated his fighting spirit. He ran from the collapsing alley, back into the public square and Romhack's battle with Demonfist, feeling that if nothing else, there were things worth protecting in this world.
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -1 | Saviour: +2 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! | Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM, Mood Music!!! Morgan looked down at the child; a little stunned. He honestly wasn't THAT much older than her -- when the matriarch of your Coven is in her triple digits, a dozen years can seem like a short amount of time -- and If he were in this girl's position, if he were asking for help in a time of desperation, what would he want them to do? Morgan began to lower his hand, ready to wrap the girl's grasping fingers within his own, and lead her to safety. Then Romhack's voice reached him from the museum entrance. Armor Witch brushed the girl's hand's off of his skirt. "No." He replied to her question, "But I'm sure she's safe. I cannot help you now. There is still evil to vanquish..." Dammit. Dammit. drat him to the Devil's maw! Why did he become so loquacious when flustered? "I, We, We still need to beat the bad guy." He explained lamely. Armor Witch stood there, silent and uncertain, staring into the girl's crying eyes. ... Then he dropped down and physically turned the girl around, pointing her towards the crowd. "Go to them, tell them what you told me. They should be able to help. Go." He gave her a light shove for emphasis, "Go." Once he was sure she was moving, Armor Witch turned back towards the battle between Romhack and Demonfist. He started to run towards them. He needed to do something. He could throw himself in Demonfist's way -- distract the berserker, and let Romhack get the flank on him. She seemed to be a fairly agile form now; even a minute distraction could swing the battle in their favor. As he ran, he saw the girl's tearstained gaze in his head. He couldn't think about it . There was evil about, and it needed to be avenged. The Delagrotte family tradition was long and proud in its dedication to justice. Had they not served humanity faithfully for generations? Had they not offended the Devil since their conception? For Armor Witch to fail now was not only to fail the name he bore, but the blood that seeped from his bones. Armor Witch accelerated his pace to a sprint. He couldn't think about it. To be a leader to was to bear such burdens easily. His team had confidence in him, and he needed to rise to their hopes. Romhack was attached to video games and disaffected from humanity, and he needed to pierce that shroud and reach her heart. Darkklaw was a good person, but a bad hero. Disrespect for authority lead her to frivolous and counterproductive actions. He needed to show her the proper way. Ashe was... Ashe was good, but at odds with the world itself. She carried the weight and traditions of a different universe. She was very pretty. If Armor Witch wanted to do anything, it was to teach her how to live on Earth. To tell her that, that -- if she could never go back, it would still be okay. His sprint turned into a mad rush; Sabbat bounced unhappily against his neck. He'd take Demonfist's counterattack, stand strong, and let Romhack continue her assault unopposed! He couldn't think about it. Everything depended on him not thinking about the girl's tear-stained eyes. quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 4:40 PM So why did he keep thinking about it? Scrree fucked around with this message at 03:35 on May 11, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -1 | Saviour: +2 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Insecure! Hopeless!| Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM There was no great moment of understanding. No flashing of his life before his eyes. Armor Witch simply stepped in front of Demonfist's blow, felt the shock of it rebound through his armor, felt the force of it tear his feet off the ground, felt Romhack's strange pseudo-real cybernetic skin press against his back, and realized that once again he had failed. quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 5:03 PM The only reason he stood up was the raw fact he was still conscious. To simply lie down seemed impossible, but now that he was up... now that he was up, what could he do? What force could he muster? How much more could his heart bear? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. As he stood, still and quivering, he heard a loud metalic crak! to his left. He turned, but saw nothing there. Armor Witch tried to shake off sound as just a falling rock, but then another crak! came from his right, and then a whole cacophony started all around him. No, not around him, on him. His armor was breaking apart, shattering more and more by the second. Armor Witch gazed downwards at his own gauntlet's; they were dissolving into ash and ember. Then, with a sound like the crumbling of an ancient fossil, his helm fell off his head and landed in his palms. Buckling under his own burdens, the Armor Witch was unmade. Struggling through the pain: Marking Hopeless and Insecure. Also choosing to Give Ground; the opposition will gain an opportunity. Morgan stood wordlessly in the darkness. He was very tired of his own failure. His now bare hands gripped the hard-metal of his crumbling helm. The tension on his skin gave him no relief. Even his cat was upset with him. It was enough to make him want to curl up in a ball. To start crying out for Great Granny or Adele or even his own mother; anyone to step in and take him away from this horrible place. But again, the simple fact he was still conscious kept him standing. Even if he couldn't move, he could look ahead. And what he saw was... Romhack, turning into some kind of blazing warrior. She rose into the sky on bright wings of flame without even saying a word to him. That was okay. Better than okay, it was kind of inspiring -- she was focused on the mission. She could still move, so she was attacking. It was, yes, Morgan felt himself take a breath, felt the blood stir through his limbs, yes, even if he couldn't do anything, even if he couldn't save anything (Sabbat bit on his ear; he knew that wasn't true... but then why did it feel that way!?), there was someone here who could. And he had to support her anyway he could. Morgan gathered the faint embers of his ruined armor into his palm. It was a pathetic flame, but it was enough. Morgan sent it trailing after Romhack, obscuring it in the far brighter light of her wings, "Romhack!" He shouted, just as she revealed Demonfist from within the darkness, "Show him why you're the star!" quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 5:10 PM And as Romhack reached Demonfist, as the berserker reared back for a counterblow, the small embers Morgan had sent behind her suddenly burst into a flare of pure, white, blinding light. The flare only lasted the briefest second, but while it lived the twilight was pushed back, and daytime returned to the Museum entrance. Burning a point of team to boost Romhack's roll from a 9 to a 10! Darkness quickly returned. Morgan let his arms fall, the last embers of the armor he'd summoned spent, and then he realized -- He was very, very cold. Scrree fucked around with this message at 00:32 on May 16, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -1 | Saviour: +2 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Hopeless!| Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM Breath in, breath out. Was it really over? Morgan eyed Demonfist's body warily, but despite his fear, the berserker stayed down. It was strange, how victory seemed so impossible until it suddenly fell into his lap. Their lap? Her lap, really. All Morgan had done the whole time was scramble around and get thrown into walls, Romhack had been the one to actually fight Demonfist. (But you helped, the part of him that refused to cower insisted, you helped and it mattered.) Ah, there she was now. Morgan prepared himself for a scolding from the veteran hero, but instead Romhack was... comforting? "Yes, your powers are incredibly versatile, and impressive. Mine are... limited." He idly reached up a petted Sabbat for support, "But that's only because I'm still a novice. The older members of the Coven are far greater at, hah, 'magic nonsense' than me. I just... I just have a lot to learn." And he would. If this fight showed Morgan anything, it's that there was a lot he needed to learn, fast. Romhack's fist hovered in the air. What was she.. oh, oh, his cousin Serah had done this once! It was a fraternal fist, and the correct response was to match their fist and say something celebratory. He reached out to Romhack's waiting hand, "Goo--"d job, he wanted to say. But right when their knuckles scrapped... Accepting Romhack's comfort! Clearing Insecure! Her hand was so hot! From her touch a gentle warmth spread throughout his body, bringing with it shivers that pushed out the cold enshrouding him. Morgan sucked in a deep breath and straightened his back, no wonder Romhack was comforting him, he must've looked as pathetic and gloomy Sabbat after a bath! Feeling surprisingly rejuvenated, Morgan tried to recover from his halted speech, "er, Go... Go Guard Girls!" An oddly exuberant yell, but were the feelings behind it dishonest? No. Morgan looked Romhack in the eyes, face a little flushed from the odd warmth of her skin, "Demonfist is the first villain, well, person-villain that I've ever fought, and I'm glad it was with you." He spoke softly but sincerely, "Growing up in the family, with so many stories and so many heroes, it made me think that the heroes of the city were the Delagrotte Witchs. The only heroes, even. But today, you proved... you were great. You fought so intelligently, and you made sure to save the civilians from that car! If you were part of the family, we'd be proud of you. But, eh, you're not, and that's what I learned today?" He trailed off, point a little muddled, but hoped Romhack understood him. Triggering a Legacy Team Move! quote:When you share a triumphant celebration with someone, tell them whether you see them as an equal. If you do, give them Influence over you and mark potential. If you don’t, shift Superior up and any other Label down Also, in accordance with Romhack's team move, shifting her labels +Superior/-Danger; as Armor Witch views Romhack as someone who values fighting in a controlled and calculated (and show-off-able) way over brute force. "Anyways, we should go inside and check on the others. It would be wrong for the leader to relax before making sure everyone is safe." He took a single step towards the entrance before turning back towards Romhack, "Do you think it's right for me to be team leader?" quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 5:09 PM Oh dammit, there must've been a better way to ask that question. But it came out of his mouth without passing through his mind. "Er, don't misunderstand, I'm okay being team leader... I mean, I want to be leader! I do. It's just that, if I'm too weak, if I'm the chink in our armor, than maybe it's wrong?" Morgan turned towards Demonfist, "I never want to be thrown around like that again. I want to become stronger. I want to be able to protect the innocent," he thought of the little girl, "and guide the weak. But, I don't know if I can. And if I can't, doesn't that just make me a liability? A leader should be... the opposite." He finished weakly. Answering Romhack's free Pierce question of 'What do you intend to do?' -- He does want to lead the team, both for personal reasons and because of the prestige it gives to his family, but also because he has the (perhaps not incorrect?) view that greater responsibility will naturally lead to faster growth. That is as long as he doesn't fail or break, the thought of which is currently haunting him. Sabbat nipped at his ear. Morgan's face turned red. That wasn't from the heat of her hand, that was from embarrassment. Scrree fucked around with this message at 23:28 on May 16, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Hopeless!| Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM Immediately after Those Words left Romhack's mouth, a great heat seizes Morgan's body. When Romhack leans in (so close!), defensive instincts kick in. Clink! His helmet mercifully blocks Romhack's view of his burning face. The rest of his armor shimmers as it reappears on his body. He takes one step back, turns fully on his heel towards the Museum, and marches awkwardly through the entrance. "Darkklaw!" He yells, a bit too high pitched, into his communicator, "We've subdued the villain outdoors; last I saw Ashe, she was pursuing a second villain. If you're near her now let her know we're on our way in for backup!" Armor Witch shakes his head, did he just hear a strange, tinny echo of his own message to Darkklaw? No, it must be nerves.
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Hopeless!| Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM Armor Witch let out a gasp of surprise when he stepped through the museum doors. He’d expected a lot of destruction, and had even braced himself (as best he could) for the possibility of bloodshed, but… cake? Giant gobs of icing? It was outside of his imagination. At least the people seemed okay. Armor Witch stepped quickly towards the VIPs, smashing pastries underfoot. Some of the most important figures in Halcyon City attended the museum’s exhibition, and now they were sleeping in beds made of frosting. Chunks of solidified sugar clung to their fine suits and dresses. Several mustaches had been delicately placed on the guest’s faces. It was… okay, Armor Witch had to admit, it was a pretty funny sight. After doing a quick check of their vitals, he turned back to Romhack, “Everyone looks fine! Just a bit sticky...” He ripped a chunk of hardened frosting from a nearby mound, showing it to Romhack, “It’s all made of sweets… Do you know who could’ve done this? I, er, haven’t fully memorized the Dossier of the Known Villains of Halcyon City yet...” Several nights where he should’ve been studying, but instead procrastinated in order to play with Sabbat came back all at once in a flash of embarrassed regret. As if on queue, Sabbat meowed loudly in his ear and shifted from behind his neck to the very front of the helmet’s visor. Face full of cat rear end, Armor Witch spun around rapidly, desperately trying to find what was drawing Sabbat’s attention. There, embedded in the sea of frosting, was a very familiar person – Serah. Oh, right, Adele had been invited, but Serah had replaced her when the older witch couldn’t make it. Armor Witch walked over to unconscious body, lifted her out of her sugary prison, and began to haul her back towards a clearer spot near the entrance. Really, his head was still spinning from Romhack’s… provocativeness. There was a lot to consider. Backup would arrive shortly. Ashe and Darkklaw were nowhere in sight, and Armor Witch doubted Shi-No-Bi was the one who baked all these… evil sweets. That meant there was a third villain, and the inside team was evenly matched – or worse! As Armor Witch headed back to the entrance he stepped over the fragments of several nearly-priceless artifacts. Only a villain would’ve intentionally destroyed such treasures. Could there be another berseker, like Demonfist, working with the enemy? If so, then Ashe and Darkklaw would’ve been outnumbered, and Armor Witch suddenly felt very worried over their lack of communication. But other heroes from the Justice Alliance were on the way, and leaving the guests undefended was an inexcusable error, right? But if Ashe and Darkklaw were fighting, outnumbered, right now, then he needed to reunite with them ASAP. But if they had the situation under control, and him leaving the VIPs undefended let the villains take hostages, then… But if, but if, but if! Armor Witch’s thinking spun in circles, and so he just did what came naturally to him. Reaching the outside edge of the pastry sea, he laid Serah gently (but not quite as gently as he could) on the ground. He took off his helmet; Sabbat lept from his head onto to Serah’s collarbone, meowing loudly. OOC Note to Romhack: Serah and Morgan look extremely alike, with similar hair color, facial structure, and height! They almost look like identical twins, despite being cousins. “It is quite unbecoming for a Witch of the Delagrotte Coven to slumber while evil goes unpunished, Serah.” He lectured to his sleeping cousin. Sabbat began to lick the sugary bits of frosting stuck to her cheek; that would probably help in waking her up. “So if you could awaken and carry through with your anointed duties,” and cast some spell to track down the villains because you’re better at magic than me, Armor Witch added in his head, “that would be good.” Having ran out of sugar to lick, Sabbat began bopping Serah lightly on the cheek, as if asking for more. “…Please wake up.” Armor Witch asked, a little desperate. Scrree fucked around with this message at 20:00 on May 20, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 5/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Hopeless!| Location: HALCYON CITY MUSEUM Suddenly, Shi-No-Bi fell from the sky! The ninja was followed by a gun-woman in tight spandex who,, hold on, given her unrealistic proportions, it was probably Romhack. Great! If Romhack was willing to be so flashy, it probably meant that the others were okay. Still, while that move had been very impressive looking, Shi-No-Bi wasn't incapacitated. Not yet, at least. "Hold her down, I'll restrain her!" Armor Witch yelled to his teammate. He slammed his helmet back in place, taking only the briefest second to make sure Sabbat was still in Serah's arms -- good, he was. He'd be safe there. Armor Witch began to jog over to the pair, trying to get his hands on the ninja before she could pull any tricks. He kept his pace steady, resisting the urge to rush. There were eye's on him -- Romhack's, Serah's, even Shi-No-Bis, and in a couple minutes the senior Heroes would arrive. What Armor Witch wanted to show them a room of unhurt guests, a team of able junior heroes, and the two villains they'd incapacitated in battle. It'd be enough, he hoped, to outshine the stain of this whole debacle happening in the first place. Plus, it's not like the Heroes on the inside of the museum were blameless, letting themselves get incapacitated without resistance. Assuming he could incapacitate Shi-No-Bi, he wouldn't need to defend his team's conduct before the League Superiors. Heck, they might even be generous enough to offer a reward or accreditation! quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 3:58 PM And as he let his mind wander, so did his feet. slip His left foot slide on a stray pastry. A brief moment of panic. He took the next step with his right foot harder, slamming it into the floor to regain balance. slip! He stepped on an entire cake!? How had he not seen it? He held out his arms to brace his fall, and landed in a big pile of frosting. The sugary paste filled the visor of his helmet. Ah! It was lemon! The citrus in his eyes was agony. He tried to push himself up, but his hands were covered in slick icing, and they scrapped tractionless over the floor. He needed to take it slow. He needed to be calm. But if there wasn't a dripping wall of frosting over his mouth, he'd be screaming. I'll pick the advance later!
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 5/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Hopeless!| Location: Over THE BOMB After a few moments of angry, futile struggling, Armor Witch accepted that he needed to move slowly to extract himself from the slick frosting. Carefully, he wiped clean his stuffed visor, revealing -- Where was Shi-No-BI? Was that a bomb!? Something suddenly snapped within him. Or maybe something had been bending for a long time, and had finally bent too far? It didn't matter, he didn't care. What he needed to do right now was stop that bomb from hurting anyone else. He ran. It was an awkward shuffling gait, with the treads on his boots filled with icing, but anything less embarrassing would've been slower. And that would be unacceptable. Armor Witch didn't even slow down as he scoop the bomb directly into his chest. He paused for a second, a little surprised it didn't explode. That gave him an opportunity to communicate. He turned towards Romhack and used his free hand to point away, towards where Shi-No-Bi likely fled. Follow her, he gestured. Serah was watching. She looked... unimpressed, but she was family, she'd do him a favor, right? Armor Witch turned towards her and tried to yell, look after Sabbat for me!, but there was too much frosting still stuffed into his helm and mouth so it just came out, "Mmph ammph Mmmmnm Phoph mmm!". Well, he hoped she understood. Then he fell on the bomb. quote:/roll 2d6+3 #Armor Witch Defends Everyone! Suddenly he was in the air, spinning wildly upwards. It was odd, he could remember the explosion, but it didn't feel like it happened too him... Well, his armor was very good. Well, he'd survived the bomb, but would he survive the fall? Armor Witch tried to catch sight of something soft to land on, but then chided himself. This was a Museum of Weapons, not a Museum of Beds. The best he could hope for was a hardwood floor, the worst... His momentum upwards exhausted itself. Gravity pulled him downwards.
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 5/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Hopeless!| Location: Yelling At The Roof! Armor Witch had survived the fall, that was good news! He was caked in frosting, that was expected news. He was always drenched in slime ooze, that was very unexpected news. "Thank you, Darkkl--... Crime Slime?" Just what had Darkklaw and Ashe been up too this whole time? And then Romhack yelled out something in French, and suddenly he could see Shi-No-Bi on top of the chandelier, and he lost it. Or rather, lost several things. The first was his helmet, which he hurled sloppily at Shi-Ni-Bi. It bounced harmlessly off the ceiling, disintegrating into ashes once it got far from his body, but the noise drew her attention to him. His uncovered face was splattered with icing and slime, but somehow still elluring. It was the kind of messy look one had when they completed a strenuous physical labor -- stained, but not conscious of it at all. The second was his temper. "Who do!" clang, he pounded his gauntlets together, "You think!", clang, again, "We are!?" clang, a third time. "A chandelier!? You think dropping a chandelier will stop us? Are you trying to escape, or entertain a kindergarten class? We are -- let me tell you who we are." He stepped between the rest of his team, gesturing towards them with a broad movement of his arms, "I am Morgan Delagrotte, "The Armor Witch, the one with witch's arts bestowed\ "Otherworldly Ashe, who dances with sparkling flame\ "Redeemed DARKKLAW, who reaps justice from shadows\ "Renowned Romhack, master of one hundred thousand games\ A commonly known thing about witches is that, when they start to rhyme, something is going to happen. "And we are the Guard Girls!" Armor Witch brought his gauntlet's together again, clang, ash and embers leaked from his armor, flowing up into the air above him, forming into something almost recognizable. "A bomb didn't stop us! A chandelier is not going to stop us! You're not going to get away! So," Once last time, louder than all the times before, he let his fists sing -- clang! And the ash above him took shape,  "So get down here, now." quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 6:10 PM - do what you say - get out of your way - attack you at a disadvantage - freeze And no matter what Armor Witch takes +1 Forward against Shi-No-Bi. Scrree fucked around with this message at 00:28 on May 31, 2017 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 0/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Location: Messy As Heck. Armor Witch let the briefest flash of surprise roll over his face at Romhack's words. Honestly, he'd kind of been throwing a tantrum, "Are you serious?" Doh! What a goofy thing to say! If she looked and sounded serious, she was probably serious. A slight blush rose to his cheeks, "Er, I mean, the advice you gave me was good, so it's no surprise that when I followed it, things worked out." He reflexively brought his fingers together in a twiddling motion. Clearing Hopeless because there's a lot of places we can go from here, baby! squish. That was odd, normally his gauntlet go clank. He looked down at his hand. His fingers were covered in Crime Slime's criminal slime. Armor Witch showed it to Romhack, "Maybe we should clean up before the others arrive...?" To his side, there was a loud crash as Ashe slipped on the frosting. She was heading right towards Darkklaw! Oh. Well, at least he wouldn't be the only messy one...
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 0/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Location: Present and Accounted For! With the rest of the team giving such thorough reports, Armor Witch felt the temptation of just staying quiet and slipping away. Did he really need to tell three senior heroes, including Paladin -- The Paladin! -- about all of his failures today? No. So why not just affirm what the other's said, and move on? But there was more than mushed cake sticking Armor Witch's feet to the floor. He stepped up to the heroes and looked them in the eye, "As the others reported, when Demonfist and Shi-No-Bi stormed the front of the museum I ordered the team split in half. I had no knowledge of Pâtissier's involvement at the time, and the fact that Ashe and Darkklaw performed so well despite her involved is a testament to their prowess as heroes." "And," Armor Witch took a shuddering breath, "I... To put it bluntly, if it wasn't for Romhack, I wouldn't be standing here before you right now." Armor Witch's gaze drop from the heroes to his own hands; if Paladin's expression changed to disappointment, he wouldn't be able to continue speaking, so he just needed to not be able to see her face. "I tried to engage Demonfist in combat several times, but each time we clashed I was thrown back. He was just.... too much... If Romhack hadn't," Armor Witch's voice hitched, "If Romhack hadn't saved the civilians, and me, by single-handedly overcoming Demonfist it would've been a lot worse out there. My own efforts were... I managed to have an innocent from a falling wall, but..." Armor Witch shook his head, not technically a lie, but why did he feel the need to boost himself? This wasn't about him, it was about her. "In the battle against Demonfist, Romhack was a Hero the people of Halcyon city could rely on. I... hope to learn much from her example." He finally found the courage to raise his eyes, but they didn't go to the senior heroes. Instead, they sought out Romhack. His words had been honest, his feelings a little tumultuous, his face a little red. How would she react? quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 7:31 PM
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Freak: +0 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: +0 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 0/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Location: ~In the Future~ Shortly After Romhack and the Heroes' Reaction to AW's speech, It was over, at last. Armor Witch couldn't wait to get back home, rinse the cake and goo off his body, and tell mom and dad about this crazy day-- The thought shattered his fantasy like a hammer. He turned back towards the senior heroes, a little frantic, "Hey! I mean, excuse me, it's just, during the battle with Demonfist a girl approached me saying she'd be separated from her mother. I brought her to a group of civilians, but given the situation, there was no way to reunite the pair. No one looking for their child approached us before we entered the museum, so,," Armor Witch bit his lip, the next words coming out as whispers, "There weren't any causalities out front, were there?" The worry that the girl and her mother might never have an opportunity to reunite was plain on his face.
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: -1 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 0/5! | Conditions: Afraid! Guilty! Location: In Front of PALADIN HOLY MOLY Armor Witch met Paladin's gaze with every iota of composure left in his body, "...Thank you, those words mean a lot to me, and, I understand." Inside, he was squealing, howling wildly into the privacy of his own mind. He'd impressed Paladin? THE PALADIN SAID THAT HE'D IMPRESSED HER!?!?! And he was IRREPLACEABLE!? He wanted that to be his new hero name -- Irreplaceable Witch. Why did she think that? Was it because the armor he summoned was so incredibly sturdy, or, or was it being the only male witch in the family? He'd always been kind of... scared by that fact before, but if he turned his perspective around, it really did make him one of a kind. If Armor Witch was a little older, or thought a little harder about Paladin's words, he would've realized, oh, everybody is irreplaceable. But, Shift +1 Freak/-1 Superior!
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: -1 | Mundane: +2 Potential: 1/5! | Conditions: None! Location: Ice Cream "Uhh." Morgan takes a quick look around. The other half of the team was already gone, and the senior heroes seemed to have everything under control. "I guess our job is done here, then? Yeah. Ice Cream sounds nice." And they head off to the nearest Ice Cream place... >>> One Minute from the Museum... "Wait." Morgan stops their walk, "I forgot something at the Museum! I'll be right back, just, one or two minutes at most!" With a deeply concerned look on his face, the young hero runs back to the museum. >>> Four Minutes Later... "Sorry!" Morgan is running as fast as he could back towards Romhack. Bouncing unhappily in his arms is a dumb-looking cat. He skids to halt as he reached Romhack, "This..." huff "Is Sabbat..." puff "my cat..." Morgan places a hand on his throat and took a deep breath, trying to recollect his composure after sprinting back and forth between the Museum. "He's supposed to be at my house, but he just wandered into the battle... Serah took him for safekeeping after we entered the museum, but," No luck, his composure was fully gone, "when I asked for him back she was such a pill about it! She made me bargain for my own cat! It's, it's like, aren't you my cousin? How am I related to someone so selfish!?" Sabbat climbs out of his arms and takes perch on Morgan's shoulder, gracefully holding it's balance as it's master fumes. "First, she's the one who gets to replace Adele for the party. Then she doesn't noticed the spiked cake and gets knocked out, and then the first thing she does when she wakes up is ask what I did wrong! Can you believe it? Then you invite me out for Ice Cream, and I just want to go grab my cat, and then she delays me and makes me look like," he pauses, finally recognizing how petulant he looks, "like, I'm... tardy?" Morgan lets out a long sigh, and puts a hand over his face to hide the growing blush, "I'm sorry. I don't like to whine. It's just, being around Serah always gets me riled up, because...." He takes a second to really look at Romhack. Can he trust her? Oh god, she saved his life like three times today, of course he could trust her! "Me and her, we're kind of... rival claimants? You know my Aunt Adele, the awesome hero, right? Well, officially she's still the successor to the family leadership, but unofficially," Morgan lowers his voice to a conspiratorial level, "Adele has told the family she won't take the position. Too much trouble, or something? And that means that right now there's no heir. Me and Serah are just about the same age of Great Granny when she first stepped out of the shadows and made a name as a hero. A lot of eyes are on the two of us." Then he frowns, "Or, her, really, 'cause I'm a boy witch and that's not really normal." "So when I look at her I see a family member I know I'm supposed to love, but also someone who might take something I want from me. And that's me feel..." He struggles for a word, "bad." There is a moment of silence as his admission sits in the air. Sharing a Moment of Vulnerability with Romhack! Informing her of the Secret Delagrotte Succession Crisis! Giving her influence over Armor Witch and clearing a condition. Also, Clinging to Romhack as my end of issue action! Giving her Influence over Armor Witch and marking potential! Romhack may shift Armor Witch's Labels x2! ... Sabbat meows. "Oh!" Morgan takes a slip of paper and presents it to Romhack, "The only way I could get Serah to give up Sabbat was to promise her I could get her your autograph... She was really impressed with that move you pulled on Shi-No-Bi." He also takes out a pen, "You're a real celebrity, so I'm sure you're used to signing your own name, haha." Oh god, that was so lame, the blush was coming back, "If you wouldn't mind..." Shifting Romhack's Labels +Freak/-Savior, as Armor Witch realizes she's famous in a way he's not used to dealing with! edit: Also shifting labels +Mundane/-Freak, because actually asking him out for Ice Cream is a pretty normal thing for her to do. Scrree fucked around with this message at 23:56 on Jun 6, 2017 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: -2 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 1/5! | Conditions: None! Location: Ice Cream! "Oh, wow, you changed!" Morgan knew Romhack had a 'normal' form, but he still wasn't used to actually seeing her walking around untransformed. He took the autograph and put it away, "Yeah, I have a lot of older sisters. I know the importance of privacy." And finally, he gave Sabbat a petting behind the ear, letting the cat enjoy scritches from both young heroes at once, "Haha, yeah, despite all the trouble he brings, he's worth it." Morgan glanced at the insignia on Romhack's chest, "Oh, is that supposed to be you? You've really got this merchandising thing down; that's really cute looking!" ... Morgan kept looking at Romhack's chest. ... .. Oh god, he'd been looking for too long! Morgan let out a very fake-sounding cough, koff! And swiftly turns his head away. Suddenly finding the pattern of colors on the floor very interesting, he speaks without looking at Romhack, "So I was thinking, uh, maybe we could, uh." Devil curse him, he needed to find something to talk about, and fast! Oh, that, of course! Morgan found the courage to look Romhack in the face, "We should go out soon." No, slow it down, take that back, "I mean, after the next mission we -- the whole team -- should go out to a training camp. All four of us. I think that there's a lot we can learn from one another. Like, Ashe uses flame in combat. Very different from how I use mine, but maybe we can exchange techniques somehow. I'd really like to get to know her, and her fighting style, better." He nodded to himself. He'd totally failed versus Demonfist, but the inside team had been able to successfully fight off two villains, and even hold down one of them for capture. Learning how they fought could help him, for sure. "And Darkklaw borrowed your powers for a bit, right?" Morgan touched the back of his neck, there was still a slight residue of slime coating it. "I mean, it worked out, but it wasn't... great. If she had more experience using your powers it might be an incredible asset in the battle against injustice. Also, she's an incredibly annoying person to fight against, so if you sparred against her it'd be good practice if you ever had to take down anyone really evasive." "Um, my family has a campground we could use, so that location wouldn't be a problem. Do you think it's a good idea?" Oh, and at some point the pair actually order Ice Cream. Morgan gets pistachio.
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: -2 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 1/5! | Conditions: None! Location: Ice Cream! Blushing. Facing turning red like a tomato. Take a lick of the ice cream in his hands. "Um. Um! Yeah, you're right, I guess the string I made helped them. We, we're a good team." That's not enough. Find something else to say. Continue the conversation. "I've been called cute before, by my older sisters. It's, it's a bit different when a really cute girl like you says it, though. Haha." quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 12:24 PM What did he just say? What is he saying!? Deep breath in, "So! Yeah! The Alliance set us up well, we all work together, well. I like Darkklaw and Ashe, and I like you, too." Sabbat punctuates his master's rambling with a short, meow
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: -2 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 1/5! | Conditions: None! Location: Hidden Heights Let's start from the bottom. Shoes. No, it couldn't be shoes, it had to be boots. Armor Witch knelt down in front of his closet, letting his eyes play over a very messy collection of footwear. Ugh, he really needed to organize this at some point. He wanted something with a high tread and a little bit of ankle protection, but they didn't have to be too tough. If he was really going to tread through cake mash and frosting spikes, he'd be in his armor, this was more for when first entering the enemy lair. He reached into the mess, and retrieved a single black boot. Were these his sisters? They were a bit much, maybe he should just wear tennis shoes... But then he imagined stepping into a pile of frosting mash, sugar juice leaking into the stuffed cotton fabric, and nooooo thanks. With a shake of his head he dove into the pile, searching for the boot's matching partner. With that decided, what would go above the boots? Well, underwear, duh, but what on top of that? Not much was needed. Blue jeans would just weigh him down when they inevitably got stained with syrup. No, if he was going to wear anything cotton, it had to be small. "Like these." He held up a pair of shorts above his head, "Are they too short...?" He turned to his fashion adviser, Sabbat, "Well, I guess if we're fighting I'll be in my armor anyways, so they should be fine. Right?"The cat stared at him, it's body contorted into a lazy coil, "Right." Okay, on to the top half. Hadn't Ashe reported Pâtissier using frosting as improvised bindings? In that case, it would make sense to wear something loose, and easy to slip out of. "Something like..." He reached deep into his closet, "...this!" Armor Witch pulled the blue jacket through the numerous other clothes hanging in the closet. It was a bit sporty for him, normally, but If the Baker started the night by pasting him to a wall, he might be able to slip out and continue the fight. A scarf was necessary. If he was going to cast magic, he'd need some cloth. "Should I take the one that matches the jacket, or..." He turned to Sabbat. The cat meowed back in a flat, sleepy manner. "Yeah, you're right. It'll be good." Armor Witch nods in approval towards Sabbat. The cat meets his gaze, and then slowly rolls over on its back, tilting its head towards... the clock? "Oh!? Where did the time go!" Armor Witch ran a hand through his loose hair; normally, he liked to braid it up before going out, but there wouldn't be time tonight. What to do? What to do? Ah, "A hat!" Armor Witch slammed it on without much thought, pulling his long hair through the back and sides to make sure it stayed out of his eyes. "Now, Sabbat, I need to go, and you need to stay here. Okay?" The cat, lazily laying on it's side on Armor Witch's bed, began to lick it's paw, "Okay. Don't worry, though, I'll be back for sure!" And with that, snuck a glance at the mirror to see how he looked,  And then set off. --- "ahhh." Armor Witch lightly ground his palms into his eyes. 'Evening Wear Only', the card had said, how had he forgotten? Now he'd come looking like, like he was going to a baseball game. This was so embarrassing. He let his hands drop and turned to Ashe, "I, uh, didn't want to get any cake on my nice clothes." The lie made his face turn red, "Although maybe I shouldn't have worried about that, I mean, you're dressed really nice, and, ah, those tassels are lovely." He was so lame. Come on, Armor Witch, this is the time to act like a leader. And not the kind of leader that ran off Darkklaw by being an rear end in a top hat, either! Shaking that thought out of his head as quickly as possible, Armor Witch turned towards the road into Hidden Heights, "Well, I'm sure her eyes will mostly be on you, anyways, so." He took a step down the road, "I'm as ready as a I can be. Let's get going."
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Freak: +1 | Danger: -2 | Saviour: +3 | Superior: -2 | Mundane: +3 Potential: 1/5! | Conditions: None! Location: Hidden Heights Armor Witch was stunned. First, by the appearance Pâtissier. Demonfist was a villain who reveled in his evil, and tried to strike the most imposing image he could. Shinobi didn't care much for presentation, but her training in the secret art of the Ninjas meant she dressed in the garb of a dangerous tradition. He hadn't really put too much thought into it, but when he imagined Pâtissier he'd saw a figure dressed in a splattered smock raising a stained carving knife in their hand. And Pâtissier was nothing like that. Big eyes with a bubbly personality and a big, upper-class house. All of the suspicions that had brewed in Armor Witch's mind were blown away as he set eyes on her. He had to struggle to remind himself -- to really lock down the fact that this person tried to kidnap people, including his own cousin, and was only stopped by Ashe's efforts. The second thing to give Armor Witch pause was, of course, her reaction to his appearance. "Ah. Ha ha," Armor Witch shifted one foot back slightly and scratched the back of his head. He felt like one of his aunts had just pinched his cheek. 'Such a beauty'!? His green eyes struggled to avoid the ground, "I, get that a lot." Deep breath in, trying to use air to stiffen his back, take a half-step forward, "I'm Morgan, Ashe's--" Don't say teammate. Pâtissier might guess it, but no reason to just spill that he was a hero, "plus-one." He flicked his gaze upwards to his tall and very pretty teammate. He wasn't trying to step on any toes, especially with her new relationship with Jessie, but, but it was part of the job. Honestly, he hadn't really expected to need to engage in such social performance. Villains were, from the stories he heard from his aunts and elders, almost always like Demonfist. Mad and unerringly tilted towards violence. Pâtissier seemed different, though, and Armor Witch regretted that he hadn't asked Adele about her. He had wanted to keep the mission a secret and take care of it himself because there was a good chance the address would've lead them to a warehouse containing a single cake with the words 'Hah! Gotcha!' written on them. For the villains, wasting the Justice Alliances time and resources was it's own kind of victory. Ashe stepped into the house with a striking fearlessness. Armor Witch followed close behind her, not wanting to become separated. The house looked very nice, the foods on the table even nicer. His own upbringing hadn't been impoverished by any means, but this was a step above what he was used too, "Guess you didn't become a villain for the money, huh?" quote:The Armor Witch (Scrree) - Today at 6:45 PM Devil dammit! Why did his mouth move faster than his brain! Armor Witch quickly scurried next to Ashe and took a seat beside her. He tapped his foot against the floor several times to check for any trap doors. Feeling secure, he looked back up at their host, "You know, uh, Ashe told me what you do... for a living?" He leaned back in his chair and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It was rude to touch the food before the host sat down, after all, "We're here to have a good time, right?" It was a question Pâtissier wouldn't say no too, even if she planned on trapping them in a castle of gumdrops or something. But if she said yes, and she actually meant it, then... Armor Witch didn't know what to do. He'd came expecting a fight. Was it okay to consort with a villain? If he didn't try to arrest her before the night ended, was he a failure of a hero? But, Granny always said hospitality was one of the most important rules in society. As he considered these thoughts, his face unknowingly adopted a slightly concerned, and very cute pout.
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