Gui is caught by surprise and with eyebrows high he touches his chest. No t~*@.
Considering the changes some of the others were subjected to, Gui is a little disappointed he wasn't momentarily turned into a woman. He was a curious man and some itches were very hard to scratch and that seemed a lost opportunity. It was likely for the best, though. Likely.
Considering the similarities between his powers and Imagerie's, he had read a lot about the famous heroine, as well as watched many interviews, so he did his best to play his role.
Turning to Chroknight, he frowns. "Not again! Can you please use your powers to get some time to tink trough your accions? Every time you rush into accion it turns to s#$&!"
Spending Team Selfishly for -1 Savior and +1 Freak. Marking Potential from Team? What team?
Freak:2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 1 = 10Add 1 team!
He then focus and tries to understand how Imagerie's powers should work, creating some minor illusions close to Axolotl, small enough not to cause him to overreact, but enough to test if he could affect him at all.
Hold 2, spending 1 hold to use Imagerie's powers since Aqua is tapped out on his own!
If he wasn't so spent, Gui would probably be of great help against Axolotl, challenging his altered reality powers with his own illusory prowess. If he really tried, he could perhaps still create one last show, but that would for sure give him migraine.
Looking at the others, he figures they'll have to provide the distraction and he would be the one sneaking around. Glancing around, he notices the frozen Ms. Vallejo and starts to think.
Gui mouths a "sorry" to Beebee when she brings back the chaos that was the tail incident. He still felt sorry for her. If he was high, he would probably have told her he still had some potions in his room, but luckily he wasn't.
"I need to tink about how to meke up to her..." He says, looking at Erin and Annabelle. "E pleasure to meet you two, and if I am lucky enough, perhaps I will meet you again at de dance floor." With that, he starts to head after Beebee and Kaytlin.
Then Andromeda arrives and shocks everyone. Once he recovers and sees everyone staring, he frowns, turning around and closing his eyes, taking a hand to his temple and feeling his head throbbing. He tries to create an illusory curtain around Andromeda and Jhonny, but if he can't at least he'll not see them kiss and feel her, or worse his, lips in his mouth. When he opens his eyes and sees nothing, he gasps. "Uhh... I do not tink I did dat."
Despite his words to Andromeda, Gui doesn't really feel like dancing. Too tired. He also did not feel like flirting, which was very close to blasphemy for him, but the reason was the same: if he got lucky, he wasn't sure he wanted more action this night. He was extremely tired.
After making his round and thanking everyone who joined them in the defense, Gui finds himself by Johnny's side, his head being drawn to the girls shouting for him. "Friends of yours?"
Now and then, just because he can't resist the absurd of it, he glimpses at Ms. Vallejo, checking on her and occasionally smiling.
"De last party was e trainwreck of crezy s%##... Dis one looks more like e 'regular party' with dances, small talk, some flirting, and so on." Gui uses air quotes on regular party and shrugs.
"If you are feeling lost, perhaps it is because you are not used to it, or even because you just do not like it, and there is noting wrong with data, ok?"
"After what we feced today, de point is to chill and have some silly fun, but if dancing is not your ting, perhaps you will need to be cre-etive and tink about someting you want to do dat scratches dis itch for you. Make your own party inside dis one... Does it make sense?"
"What are my opcions den? Bully, shout and beat you into utter relaxacion? Like, many lines of work are just people telling oders in trouble what to do or feel and expect dem to listen and do just dat... Sure, Dere are e couple steps and time in between, but I figured you were not asking for dat..."
He sighs. "I am sorry if I was not helpful, Andromeda, but you did not really give me much clue about what you wanted. Or want. I can see someting is eating you, but I will need you to help me to help you."
"Your mustache is a good costume; it is quite grotesque," she attempts.
"Oh, really? I was actually tinking about trying it for real." Gui says, showing no signs if he is joking or not.
Andromeda. wrote:
"So... What should I do?" She looks up at Gui, praying for an instant that he has some kind of answer.
"Chill." He replies, serious. "I tink you worry too much Andromeda, and like tings under your control, but most tings are not. De first ting you did here was looking for e problem and you are now sweating on how to fix it, so just chill, ok?"
He dismisses the illusion of his mustache. "If we are not in proper costumes, we are not. Dis is not de end of de world... We just avoided de end of de world and we should de chilling and having some fun, noting more."
Ms. Vallejo smiles politely to Gui when he offers his congrats. She had been standing near the observation platform with a virgin cocktail in hand next to Dr. Mecklenheim. "Thank you, Mr. Roy-Côté. I'm quite pleased with the contributions you and your fellow students made today."
"Dr. Mecklenheim." Gui says, offering his hand and acknowledging the professor before turning back to Ms. Vallejo. "I am quite pleased myself and tankful for de training I have received here." No matter his initial doubts, so far he has seen nothing but good intentions.
No wanting to appear as an inconvenience, in case the two were discussing something important, Gui adds before stepping leaving. "In kese you feel like dancing leter, Ms. Vallejo, it would be my pleasure. You are quite e fox." He smiles.
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Andromeda. wrote:
She goes and rounds up classmates who can help, Archie, Gui, illusion or fact doesn't matter. "Can you help put people in costumes? I don't think people knew what this would be?"
As Gui turns, Andromeda can see he is rocking a chevron mustache, the only thing remotely 60s. "Not dis night... Dis is de best I could do for myself. My brain is e mush."
Back to Daedalus, Aquarelle goes strait to his room, crashing on his bed and, before he realised, he was already floating towards the dreamland... with a startled jump, he wakes, flips to look at the ceiling, wiping drool from his face.
Exhales and closes his eyes. What a day. He could not believe everything ended up fine and... he opens his eyes again, realizing he had almost slept again. He could not trust his own bed.
Gui gets up and takes off his clothes. Who knows how many spores where on them. He then dumps them on top of his bed cover and wrap them with it. He should have taken them off before lying down, so now everything could be contaminated. He wills some illusory clothes to cover himself and heads off to take a shower.
---
Back to his room, he sits back on his bad, wanting to lay down and sleep. He was so tired. Grabbing his phone, Gui sends a text to his parents saying he is fine, then turns off his phone. He'll take to them later. Absently minded, he reaches for a drawer and grabs a joint, then stops midway to lighting it. Sigh. He had already smoked one this week, so back to the drawer with it.
Back on his feet, he puts some clothes and takes an energy drink from his minibar. No rest for the wicked.
Rumpus
Gui arrives at the dance party with a large smile in his face. He was dead tired inside, but if an illusionist could not wear a fake smile and pretending to be or feel something else, he was no illusionist at all. Like a politician, Gui makes sure to shake hands and thank everyone who joined them at the fight against the Deathcap.
Maybe Samantha was right and saying the right think was a superpower. Maybe he was just a social butterfly as Indarius said. It did not matter. He asked them to come and they came and the Deathcap was thrown back into space because everyone helped, and Gui would be sure to let them know so.
He grabs something to eat and drink, looking around for Archie and wondering if he could sneak in some alcohol. In the meantime, she heads towards Ms. Vallejo, giving her one of his smiles and a smirk. "Congratulacions, Ms. Vallejo... your students seved de world today." From what he had heard, Gui had done too many right things this day, so he could not ignore the impulse to do something dumb like flirting with Chicle.
Pre-Rumpus "Please don't make romantic gestures that you don't feel," she tries to say, but her mouth doesn't move. "You always say you have a purpose, and that you're chosen for it. Don't you think you should believe yourself? Don't you know how many people already believe in you?"
"I used to say and believe just dat." Gui says, frowning as his memories take him somewhere he had been trying to escape.
"BANG!" Blood drips from his hands, pooling on the ground and staining his pants, a faint ferrous smell in the air. Noticing it, Gui frowns even more, shutting his eyes in concentration to make the illusory blood vanish. Yet the smell and the bang lingers in his mind. "Sorry... it slipped."
Gui gives Andromeda and Sam a pained look. "I do want to believe in myself again and I know you believe in me. When it counted, I guess I did not disappoint. No, I know I did not. I did my best like you all..." He sighs. "But sometimes it is hard... like, I want to move on, but I do not want to forget, you know?"
"I am getting dere, slowly, but it is not e rece, is it?" Turning to Sam, he starts to get up. "And I am looking forward to see your deta. I tink it will really help. Tanks, girls."
"Sorry... being cruel was not my intencion." He says, sighing. "Not everyting I do is calculeted. I am far from being dat smart. Many times I tink about dumb or random s+@*, specially when I am spent, and some times I do say dumb s~#~ before tinking it through, specially when I am spent."
"Like, I also called you Milady and you are not British nobility... I tink?"
"I was just being goofy about being complimented by doing someting I did not know I was... kepable of."
Aquarelle smiles to her in return. Always a rare pleasure to see her smile. "Yeah, I can see dat would be e problem." He says, pointing to a huge piece of the fungus down on the street level. "I was very close to be squished by dat one dere." He then shrugs. "Have you thought about asking Johnny to spare with you? He might be tough enough."
At her praise, he gives her a side smile. While Gui was handsome, his side smile was something else and above. "Oh, tank you, Milady, for the kind words." He says, playful, as he makes her a white rose and smells it before giving it to her. His eyes go wide, though, and after just a moment of panic, he blows it away, the petals flying and vanishing. "We all did an amazing job." The faint smell of roses can be noticed for a couple seconds.
Then even with all the emotion control of artificial nanobots the teenage girl blushes as she takes the breath mint. Just a tiny blush, but with pale cheeks only protected by freckles there is no where for the blush to hide.
"If your power wasn't already documented, it would be hypothesized that..." she searches for the right words, tilting to review them "... adjectives..." she shakes her head in dismay then returns to her train of thought "That 'effortless delivery of the right words at the right time' would be a potential."
"Choosing words is also e science I guess, just a different field from what you are used to." He shrugs, smiling. "But I am far from being as good with words as you are with numbers... like e silver tongue to your germanium brain?"
Andromeda. wrote:
She glances down at her reappearing uniform with surprise and a shift to her exhausted grin. "I should have this made for real for next time." Her eyes seek out Gui, lock onto him. "What happened? It was before you could have been hurt, but it scared me."
Turning back to address Andromeda, he shakes his head. "Not sure what you are talking about... you left with the illusion and it is still up." Blatantly faking dementia was a losing strategy, but Aquarelle was just spent. "Congratulacions, by de way, Andromeda, did you have fun unleashing all your power against dat ting?"
"Sugar provided fuel" she sits up again, slowly, and gives Aquarelle a small smile, a little pop of happy that he was still alive, though there is plenty of worry still. "And provided needed endorphins upon consumption."
Her head tilts to the side. "Thank you" she was told to say and then adds on her own "I am glad you survived"
"Oh, I am also glad I have survived. And you as well." He smiles and picks an almost spent tube of mentos, popping one himself and passing it to Samantha. "In kese you decide on e celebratory kiss with someone. We did good. You did good."
Think we could not do it without Samantha.
When you share a triumphant celebration with someone, ask them if they think you’re cool. If they say yes, give them Influence and take Influence over them. If they say no, mark a condition or spurn them immediately. If they’re a teammate, then either way, add a Team to the pool.
Once brought back together, Aquarelle just stands there, looking into nothing for a couple minutes. He had never used his powers to such an extent and he was... mentally drained.
He finally starts to move slowly towards Samantha, sitting by her side and noticing she had puked. "You have wasted dat kit kat."
Glancing at Andromeda, he covers her uniform in the same way he did before the battle begun, pretending it had never faded.
Aquarelle was about to dismiss all his illusions and try his lights against the Deathspore, using Statian's data, when Abeki suggests he got the wrong idea. "Oh... dat mekes e lot of sense."
Sh!t.
"Well, den..." His eyes go wide when Half-Pipe shouts.
SH!T
Aquarelle ducks as Indarius lands and gapes as he swings at the others. How was he supposed to stop him? His illusions worked because he was changing what others were perceiving, but if his mind was already experiencing hallucinations, there was no way how to predict what would the dragon see of his illusions.
"How much of 'How to train your Dragon' you tink is accurete?" He says as he charges to tackle Abeki out of Indarius's freezing range. As they land, he starts to think.
Hallucination... How can I counter it if I don't know what he sees? Is it totally random? Can't be, otherwise it would be a s&$%ty weapon for the Deathcap as Indarius could still see it as an enemy, just a different one. It probably just make him see friends as foes and foes as friends... so we switch it up again?
That was a plan at least. Many of the flying signs vanish as Aquarelle could only multitask to some extent. Around themselves, Aquarelle creates fungi filaments covering them. Next, he covers the Deathcap fragment in a different illusion, of a large robot that somewhat resembles Ordnance.
Are you Watching Closely?, Influence:2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 + 1 = 14 you expose a weakness or flaw; you confuse them for some time
"Sorry Abeki!" Gui says, straining to direct the sounds and lights away from her and Chitin. Aquarelle was pushing it far beyond what he was used to. Different ideas, different senses. Messages all over the place to guide and coordinate, then this effort to help the soldiers.
Yet, with Gothic down, he had to do what he had to do. For weeks his failure at saving Pru did not creep into his mind. Not that he had forgiven himself, but probably simply because there was just not enough energy remaining for him to waste it in feeling sorry for himself. Small blessings in disguise.
Deep breath. Pushing the comms, he begins.
"Statian, you still up in the rooftop?" He looks up, frowning. "Flashing lights and/or piercing sounds disrupt de fungus, somehow. Do not know why but..." Looking back from the rooftop to the struggling soldiers, Aquarelle strains further to broadcast what he is seeing at the street level to Statian on the rooftop.
"How is Gothic? If I can stop coordinete de communicacion, perhaps with your help we can turn dis to eleven and apply it all around de Deathcap!" He pauses. "I did not snort e computer for noting... meke your calculacions and tell me how to fry dat ting's brain!" Or whatever.
Mold. Aquarelle recalls his fathers' recent fight against a pesky growing behind a cupboard on their apartment, but between bleach, vinegar, boiling water and alcohol, none were handy and most could likely really hurt the soldiers even if they were effective in freeing them. Think, think!
A red light flashes over the chunk of fungus and a buzzing warning materializes. WARNING!!! KEEP AWAY, RISK OF INFECTION AND MINDSLAVERY!!! Borrowing from Statian's ordered thinking, keep people away: check.
Now to stop it from spreading. She looks at Irina and smiles slightly and not only because Daedalus' jumpsuit could not close over her chest. "Irina, mon cherie, could you raise e wall of earth around the fungus, or sink it into de ground? We need e wall to contain de spreading goo!"
Turning to Abeki, he adds, hoping she doesn't take the "cherie" part to Irina in a bad way. "Abeki, could you shape your constructs into bindings to hold de soldiers? I do not know how to stop dem yet, so de next best ting is keeping dem still." And containment of the goo and the soldiers: check.
Now the stupid part... rely on luck. The fungus was controlling the soldiers somehow, and if Gothic's scream was an indication, it was probably psychic in nature and thus outside of Aquarelle's control. But, with some luck, not all of it was mental mumbo jumbo, and if some of it was either visual or audible, he could interfere.
Aquarelle creates first a psychedelic sphere between the mass of fungus and the soldiers, flashing in bright lights like a strobe, before causing it to emit different waves of sound. Ringtone would be soo much better at this... Trial and error.
Defend?:2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 2 = 12If it is Unleash, then it would be an 11.
Aquarelle's cheer for Andromeda's attack is cut short as he notices a huge piece of the fungus falling on street level. His arm drops. It was coming at him. So that was it. No way he'd be able to escape. He runs anyway.
"Holy s#~*!" Blasphemy. He looks back as it is getting closer. What a stupid way to die. "Ahhhh...." He can't give up, not now, not if Andromeda could see it as her fault. "Never give up, never..."
Spending Advance for "Take a move from another playbook: Never give up, never surrender"
Savior:2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 2 = 8Add 1 Team to the pool, marking Afraid
Aquarelle dives at the last moment, rolling, scrapping his knees and elbows, hitting his head on a nearby wall. "Dat was f%%@ing close!" He then looks back at the streets and the fungus.
Aquarelle approaches Andromeda, looking at her Daedalus jumpsuit and smiling. He focuses for a moment and soon it becomes pitch black, followed by the appearance of small stars along her legs, arms and sides. He then points to three larger stars on the inner side of her left arm. "In order: me, Chroknight, and Samanta. If it starts to blink, it means we need help. If it vanishes... well, I am sure it will not vanish. If everyting vanishes, it means I am unconscious. Good luck up dere."
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Now, in Chaos
And so s@## happens. Time to be stupid. Aquarelle looks, a bit lost, before being brought back by Chroknight's question. "Now you ask? I do not know what I will do! S*%!!"
He looks around at the street level team. No one can fly. He could not hear Gothic anymore, so something must have happened to her, but perhaps he could substitute her.
Time for some EGO!
"Slow down, Chro." He looks at her, then to the fliers. He sees Empyrean. Sorry for de scare, Angelica. The suit he just created for her disappears, as he focuses at his current task.
Using team selfishly. Shifting Freak up and Mundane down. +2 to my roll, Mark Potential.
In front of Empyrean, appears an flying message: "CHANGE OF PLANS. LOOK DOWN. PICK CHROKNIGHT AND FLY THEM TO THE DEATHCAP!"
Turning back to Chroknight, he adds. "Slow it down, Chro, got it? Off with de training gloves... we need you to slow dat s*!% down."
To the others around him, he adds. "We need de flying team to pick you up. De battle is not here anymore..."
Then in front of the flyers, other signs appear. "PICK STREET TEAM."
"I need to get back by Statian! Without Gothic, my illusions are our best communicacion!"
Back to Phalanx, he adds, while pointing to Tenfold. "He is your best buddy now! Can you meke RPGs? De blowing kind, not de one with elves? Give him some."
Aquarelle takes the pill, crush it and depositing the powdery stuff on the back of his hand, in a cavity formed by his thumb's tendons. "E day is acceptable, I guess."
He snorts it, then pinches his nose so he doesn't sneeze. "I burns e bit..." He says, as he massages his nose while creating a fistful of mint leaves and smelling them.
From a pocket, he fishes a couple chocolate bars. "KitKat?"
Aquarelle takes the pill. "I had promised my parents dat I would not go furder dan marijuana."
He then turns to Statian. "How long will it remain in my body? I do not want to poke in your wounds, but your evil AI took over Chroknight's powers because de armor is tech-based and I do not want de seme ting to happen to me."
Arriving at Daedalus, Gui heads for the main courtyard between the buildings and pulls Andromeda with him towards a hiding spot. "Keep an eye on de courtyard and let me know when dere is enough people."
With that, Gui sits on the ground, looking at a couple of images from last year's arrival of the Deathcap. He closes his eyes, frowning with concentration.
High above in the sky, a meteor appears, slowly growing in size as the sky around it turns yellowish. Then, remembering the sound of Daedalus's alarms from the day The Shard visited them, Gui recreates the sound. BAAAMMM! BAAAMMM! BAAAMMM!
The meteor continues to grow, as if heading straight towards Daedalus.
(When there is enough people)
The meteor then vanishes and the alarm is silenced. Gui gets to his feet and shows himself, using his powers to enhance his voice.
"Sorry for de extravagance and de scare, but dis was not just e mean joke. I know you all remember last year when de Alliance and oders helped to defend Earth from de Deathcap. I certainly do... and in around eighteen hours, we will need to do so again, but without de Alliance."
"I am going to do what I can to help. What will de prodigies of Daedalus do?"
"Oh, tanks Andromeda. I had already tought about crowd control, but if dese tings can be tricked by visual or auditory illusions, den I might be eble to help some more." He replies, before pointing towards a different exit than Samantha and the girl left.
"So, I am heading back to Daedalus to talk to dem. Anyone else coming with me?"
"Good point. I'll see what we can pull off." He looked over to Gui, "You're time to shine, Mr. social butterfly."
He gives Gui a very light pat on the shoulder, "You have a better rep with all of Daedelus than all of us combined."
Staying in the mainframe room for a bit he wanted to hear Gui's thoughts before approaching the rest of the team.
"Sure, I will do dat, but I am sure dey will help... preconcepcions aside, dey so far seem way better dan we had thought and it is deir necks on de line as well." He was about to step away.
"I had an idea. Could you check dis computer for info on how Imagerie helped fighting de Deathcap last year?"
Gui gets on his feet and follows Indarius, trying his best not to think about world destruction. He does remember the Deathcap's visit last year and how he and his friends almost died if not for Captain Stalwart.
"Hey Boss, let me see how you operete dis monstrosity of e computer... dis way I could be minimally useful."
Gui lets himself fall on a chair, not bothering anymore to keep his illusions. He looks at Andromeda. "An...dromeda." Not Angelica. Last night was fuzzy still, but of that he did remember. "If I am green and Indarius is Yellow... what color is the Deathcap?"
Andromeda's studied indifference and vague hostility crack for a second; the look she gives Gui has real pain.
"Don't You think we should give her a chance? Help her? We have other people for doubting and guarding."
Are you still my Gui at all?
Gui frowns slightly as he keeps working on the illusions. "For sure, dat is out of question, but Chroknight could have teken her to e real hospital just as easily, with real doctors to help her." He shrugs. "Someting I still tink we should do."
Gui sighs and covers his face as Chroknight does go by herself, talks to the girl and then takes the stranger into their base without consulting the others. So. Freaking. Hasty. "What is de point of having e secret bese?"
"I will talk to her leter, Indarius." He says and then starts to weave illusions all around the medbay, so that when the girl gets better she'd know little about their base.
Gui looks at Chroknight's hands on his and frowns, putting two and two together. "We are all here to discuss consequences of time twisting crap and... did you rewind time so I would not meke fireworks to tell dem who you are?"
Shaking her hand off, the throws his hands up, releasing a sparking ball that explodes in glitter and fireworks. From the rain, Chroknight's face and name form and then changes to the current president.
"I will still keep your secret, but do not spring dis nonsense on dem again." He says, sitting on his chair with violence.
Gui rolls his eyes and turns to Samantha. "Did you accidently put us inside e Mexican Novela? Today's episode is "El Misterioso Misterio de la Chica del Tiempo."
"Come on, Chro! You want to tell everyone because you need help and people to talk to, but you decided you are only doing it if people tell you they want to know your secret." He shakes his head, angry and desperate.
Gui cups his hands together, as if he was holding something hidden inside, and then throws them up, releasing a sparkling ball that explodes in glitter and fireworks. From the rain, Chroknight's face and name form and then changes to Chloe's.
"Oops." He says, sitting on his chair with violence.
Gui sighs and buries his fingers in his hair to calm himself, then looks away from Andromeda and Samantha before he'd say something to escalate even further the bickering. He was pretty tired of the competition of who had the smartest dick.
Up on his feet, he watches over Chroknight's shoulder and then raises his eyebrows when the two missing girls appear on top of each other. "I am pretty sure dere are far easier ways for you two to get in e room..."
Mary Contrary:2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 + 1 = 9Meh, does nothing. Either a fail or a 10+ would be cool, but just a hit does nothing.
Gui shifts a bit, just slightly, but enough for Samantha's hand to slip from his shoulder. "We have already gone trough dis."
"How about we go back to de point?" Looking between Andromeda and Chroknight, Gui frowns. "Come on, Chro, stop pushing it. It is your secret. You share it or not, up to you. Andromeda, please do not f@&#ing leave, ok? I helps noting and it is past time we start working as e team."
Putting his hand inside his hoodie's pocket, Gui frowns a bit remembering about the shooting and then his own ejection. "I guess little changed about dat den."
Gui listens to the recounting of the event, raising his eyebrows and even whistling at some points. "Dat was quite e story, I give you dat... and e pity dat I missed it." Except it wasn't really. He did quite enjoy his last night, specially knowing that they've won even without him. A small bit of doubt creeps into his mind, wondering if he is even needed in the team.
"Hum, perhaps knowing de changes is linked to dose dat did fight dose chronotings, because I do not know about dese changes." He was quite sure that with that he did not need to say in which half he was.
Gui arrives at the old train station an hour before the meeting. It has been a couple weeks since the last time he's been there, so he looks around again. They should have been meeting there more frequently if they were to ever become a team.
"Percy? Are you dere?" He calls when he gets close to the common area.
Percy is lounging casually in the most open area in his true form, filling up a chunk of the space. Seems he was taking a nap before Gui arrived considering the one eye open and staring at the common door where Gui would be able to enter from.
"I'm here."
"Has anyone else arrived?" He asks, as he heads towards one of the sofas.
"No one else yet, no." As Gui approaches he can see a red note quite flat object underneath one of Indarius's forepaws, which he slowly pulls under himself some more.
"You're the first, is something up?"
"Kind of... not sure yet, but I tink DD might be in danger." He says as he takes his phone to show the dragon a photo from the gala where she is seen with Tim Mathers. "It seems she is dating dis guy, no? Or someting in de line?"
Indy doesn't need to squint, his eyesight has been excellent ever since changing, but he does so on occasion for effect and this is one of those moments.
"What the..."
"Do not really know him very well, but my impression was dat he is de sort of person dat would trow someone else to de wolves at de first inconvenience."
"Well I've had very few interactions with Tim, or many of the other Mathers brothers to be honest. I don't trust them on principle, think I've made that very clear in the past. But if DeeDee wants to be with him, I can't really do anything about it. I'd call it making a deal with a devil myself, but I don't think it's healthy to let my past with people influence how they choose to try and be happy."
The clenched up claws suggest he's widely uncomfortable with the situation he's now realizing is taking place despite his attempts to sound neutral.
Gui smiles a bit. From nervousness. "De deal with de devil is very much my concern. Literally."
"So, what do you think I can do anything about this situation? Tim is unfortunately a decent mage in his own right, and if he's anything like the brothers I do know about fairly good at making deals. The tricky thing about a magical deal is, they're more legally binding than any pitiful attempt that we as a society have tried to create." He explains languidly.
"And even if I did get involved, it'd be a 'Hey I don't think you should date him' at best." Craning his neck upwards and tilting his head to keep Gui in focus the entire time he hums in a way that reverberates through the stone floor. "I'm interested in what your angle is here Gui?"
"E couple weeks ago Violet popped up in my room. You know Violet, right? De actual demoness behind DD's power and dat is now just like e spirit?" He asks, just to confirm and get some time to think the best way to say what he wants.
"Right, so she wanted to tempt me with... Her charms... If I helped her to get her body back, and in her words, de only ting I needed to do was to sleep with DD."
"I have told DD about it, but since den I do not know if she has done anyting to protect herself... and I for sure did not slip into her pants... But if Violet is at least half as smart, tricky, and manipulative as I tink she is, she would have offered Tim de seme deal, no?"
Both wing and shoulder moved in the upwards motion of a shrug, "If she's desperate probably. But I think Tim has enough background to know deal with devils and demons alike. At one point I had Max and Violet separated from one another but they simply.. couldn't exist without one another, so the fact that she's been expelled entirely is news to me."
"But do not you tink it would be safer if we like, I do not know, trap Violet again? Not sure if dere is magic for dat."
"There is, that's how she got here in the first place. What inevitably lead to Max becoming Devil Diva." He tapped a claw, "So you want me to hunt down a powerful Devil spirit and put her in a jar?"
"I was tinking more in de line of you helping me to lay e trap for her in my room."
"How many times has she contacted you? How many times have you declined her?"
"Two for de first question and... what is de amendment for me not to answer de second one?"
Percy perked up though it was hard to read his draconic expression weather it was worry, aggitation, or something else.
"How many times have you declined her Gui." He prompts again with more force.
"Have you let her in at all, because that complicates things significantly but it could be very important."
"If I let her in my room? I did not because she popped already inside... and I did not make any deal or signed any contract or whatever." He says defensively. "All I had said was dat I would try to sleep with DD, but dat was because I knew my chances were small and would be even smaller after I told her about de visit.'"
"I did not f~#% with Violet, if dat is your concern... she just taught me e couple tings."
Percy gives Gui a further stern examination.
Ptm 10-2 from Mary Contrary, 'What do you intend to do?'
"Come on, Percy! You did not catch me with my hand in her cookie... I am de one telling you about it!" He exclaims.
"De first time she visited me, I was all by myself... Do you have any idea of what de church tells us about demons? I was scared and did not know what to do, so I did my best to trick her into me agreeing with her plan... dat is why first ting in de morning I looked for DD to tell her about it."
"De second time, I... was not dat successful at pushing her away..." He shares, ashamed. "Women are my weakness, ok? I am telling you de truth, I did not sleep with her... but she did lecture me on how fifteen ways someone can eat e girl." And she said it was an introductory class.
"Dis whole mystical and magical ting is not my expertise... I just want for me and DD to be sefe, dat is all."
Gui is worried about his and DD's safety. He isn't really worried about content of Violet's visits and if possible, would rather keep them, as long as it became safe for him.
Percy sighs causing another gentle rumble through the floor, "Look let's not bring up the church because that's a whole entire can of worms that's caused issues for a lot of things on my side of the pond. Magical and otherworldly beings that is."
He shifts positions slightly, "Deny her that's the best thing you can do, always or with any demon or devil. The second visit really hammers my point, she's going to learn your weakness and worm her way into your good graces, Violet above all is a corruptor. Keeping her around isn't going to work out well, weather she's tethered or not. The... best thing to do would be to trap her and ship her back to the nether realms. Which would mean getting in contact with William." It's an odd sight seeing a dragon visibly shudder, his scales gently rustling like metallic leaves for a moment.
"I've got a lot on my plate research wise, especially with this new time stuff. So I can't make any promises on when I'll be able to address the Violet issue."
"William... Maters?"
Percy answers with a nod, displeased with that. " The eldest son of William Mathers Senior. Owner of the stripclub that also serves as the latest scabbing over wound of our world and the Hells if my old team is to be believed. Which they are."
Gui types on his phone for a couple seconds before showing Percy the page of a nightclub called the Gates of Hell. "Dis plece?"
Looking at the phone he sighed, "That's the one. Doesn't do us much good at this moment though."
He tried to play it off as disinterest, looking to the side, but his scales once again gave away his subtle fear. "William is going to want something in return just like all his family."
"We all do, Percy. One ting or anoder... De difference is dat some people are more direct about it, or ask more in return." Gui answers gloomly as he pockets his phone and then puts his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. For a brief moment, it appears they are covered in blood.
"De oders are probably arriving soon."
"Mmm, they ask for far more than they deserve. Regardless continue denying Violet, as a succubus it should cause her no end of distress. I'm being pulled in too many directions at the moment to source a proper holding vessel, best I could do is maybe ward your dorm to make it harder for her. Don't make any deals no matter how tempting."
He notices that the topic got pretty far away from what he'd originally come to him to talk about.
"Hopefully we can get our memories straightened out with everyone here. I've had some time to go through my own and I think I can verify anything between the two. Probably, I'll meet you all in the common room in a bit."
Team Meeting
Gui, who was at the bathroom when Samantha arrives, sits by her side. "What is up, girl? Heard someting hairy happened last night in de gala and I can tink of no one better dan you to give me an impartial recap and analysis of de whole ting."
End of Session: Grow into your own image. Savior down, Freak up.
Gui sits with a notebook on his lap in a table in the corner of the cafeteria, pretending to be focused on something he is writing, but actually paying attention to what folks were talking about.
By his side there is an unfinished pastrami and coleslaw sandwich, as well as a flyer about the charity band competition, but he had not put much thought in it.
Put an ear out for school gossip:2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6) + 1 = 11Juiciest rumour preferably, or something about Tim!
Gui has heard something about just a single visitor at a time, so he covers himself with an illusion to make him look like an older version of himself, complete with a doctor's clothes and basic instruments.
"100% as it was e success." Gui says joking. If they had failed, it would have been 0%. "How are you doing, Sam?"
Gui gives Percy an "ouch" look as Scythe gets angry with him and then nods at Chroknight. Seeing her general cat-like shape, he becomes really curious to why the effects did stick this time and not before. Perhaps only shape-changing effects were affected? But if that was the case, then Sam would still have her antlers.
"Hum, I will teke e look at Sam... you coming as well or are you going after Scythe?" He asks Percy.
"I tink dat, if de cloud was based in microscopic tech, dey would be smaller, no?" Aquarelle counters, thinking about a solution.
"Dose tings might tear us apart if we get ourselves inside de cloud..." Perhaps not Johnny, but he for sure. "And I tink dey are agile enough no evede punches and stuff... uh, perhaps some sort of area ting, like e flemethrower? Or someting water-based?"
Gui extends his arm, which twists and turns as hidden mechanisms turn it into a gun. Aquarelle, the cyborg. Aiming high, a pellet flies from his arm, trailing towards the buzzing cloud before exploding in an obscuring green cloud.
Not sure if you want a roll for this. Main objective is see how the buzzing cloud reacts (if at all) to have its vision obstructed.
