Percy Dorn, Indarius's page

"Busy!" Indy calls through his communicator as he swoops down towards the bomb just before it explodes, but he isn't able to catch it in time and the explosion roils over the scaffolding. He props up a magical barrier to protect most of the people but it flickers and quickly fizzles.

He's injects himself into the mix and spreads his wings and body wide to cover anyone that may be potentially be crushed under the falling debris.
Shield(The crowd): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 3 = 10
Spend my last burn to roll with freak, and 10+ means I'll clear hopeless

Once everything has settled he looks under and around him. "Everyone safe? Please, evacuate calmly before checking yourself for injury, I can offer quick transport or aid to anyone who's hurt."

Indarius looks around himself to reassess after the bomb, though undamaged he does see the other two and the thief flitting off.

Then Andromeda burst through the roof and went after them, "Keep the thief in your sight Andromeda, I'm dealing with some bombs."

With a telekinetic pull he yoinks one back to himself and crushes it in his claws after returning to his true form once more. "One left."

Spend a burn to Snatch 1/3 burn

Sort of a clean up for my previous post so it's less of a jumble of this never happened to pick theough, given new understanding of what went on. Rolled a 1 on the red herring(move for the turn) spent a burn to ignore condition.

Indy's eyes track the first thing and then the second, a third! He isn't sure which to go after first but his body reacts before his mind catches up fully leaping at one.

It explodes in his face but the draconic mage seems relatively unphased as the conflagaration rolls off his scales. He looks around for the bombs and the fleeing thief, snorting angrily and wonders how the rest of the team is so hard pressed that four of them can't deal with one alien.

Indy's eyes track the first thing and then the second, a third! He isn't sure which to go after first but his body reacts before his mind catches up fully leaping at one.

Herring Shmerring: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (1, 2) - 2 = 1
spend a burn, down to 2 burn and potential wee
It explodes in his face but the draconic mage seems unphased, the words slipping from his mouth drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

Wield powers: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 6) + 3 = 10
neutralize a threat for now, create something useful out of the environment.

For one used to temporal alteration such as Chroknight, for who all Indy knew might automatically register any chonological anomalies in the immediate area, Indy's sudden blip through time would be less than odd. Everything slowed to a crawl including the explosion allowing him to get out of the way, using a simple telekinetic spell to pull the remaining two bombs together. Then taking a section of the gravel off of the rooftop and using his magic to shape it into a box just big enough for the twin bombs and suspending it in the air above the current fight.

He assumed his position interposing himself where the thief meant to flee. Taking a few probably too egotistic moments to brush himself off and preen before rearing up to look as magnificent and terrifying as possible. Then his extremely compressed timeline began to unfurl as things began to pick up pace around him once more.

"Pop quizes only work on those who aren't prepared, and you are a poor tutor indeed."

[Dice=Freak]2d6-2

"Oh heck no you don't," Chroknight says as they slow time down enough to take advantage of a gap in the net, passing through harmlessly right ahead of Indarius. Who then tore through it, making them feel a little foolish.

"He left by the northeast, Indarius, I need some flight power to catch up!" Chroknight tells him as they jump to latch onto his ankles - the best position to prepare to drop on the thief.

Though the sudden expletives coming from an angry Andromeda through Indarius' comm gave them pause enough to think deeply on their course.

"...Not to suddenly second guess here, but I did spend five minutes over the last couple of seconds mulling things over in my head. You sure Statian and the rest don't need us?" They ask Indarius. "Sounds like they need backup."

During the leap through the air, Indarius grumbles, "Make up your mind fast. Help me or them, but whatever you do stick to it."

Caught in an electro-net!: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 4) + 3 = 13
Can't cage lightning

Indarius whirls and winds through the system upwards landing on the roof once more, he glanced around to ensure the safety of their ally Xeno, realizing the shreds of electro net during his inspection which were providing a pleasing electric stimulation to the wingtips in which it had been caught on.

His sharp eyes spot the one they assume is the thief, honestly if anyone other than Xeno was up here that'd make them prime suspect number one. "Chroknight see if you can't sus out which device is the stolen one while I deal with them."

Indarius utilizes some more of his shapeshifting as a dragon would both trample and ruin the rooftops as well as present a much larger target. So his form twists quickly as he lunges into a striding gait, into that of a large wolf-like creature having scales and patches of thick fur in place of a full coat, barbed protrusions jut at his joints, but the slim form allows Indarius to quickly run and traverse the distance even atop the convention roof. Nearing the target he leapt at the thief, using his weight to shove them down while going over top and landing to face back the way the pair had come.

"I'd take that medical tech back if I were you. If it's for someone you care about there's better ways to go about this."

Directly Engage: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 5) - 1 = 9
Resist or Avoid their blows

"No. But that's the job. You can't sweat faulty equipment or a spear in the ribs when you're the only one who can stand up to the monsters, murderers, and general bastards," Chroknight says as they do a systems check. It was not good - maintenance really needed to be done, but so long as they didn't overexert themselves, it should hold up for the moment.

"I mean, that's why we're doing this instead of exploiting our gifts, right? I could get a winning lottery ticket and set my family up for life. You could do something similar with your powers. But we're not doing this for ourselves. We're doing it for the ones who need equity and protection."

They finish their check, before taking Indarius' arm in their hand. "Anyways, thief or Vorp'l, where do you think I'm needed most?" They ask him.

With a ponderous nod Indarius swings his head to look at the area, "Good to hear a little malfunction won't keep you down."

"You'll find the thief much easier than I right now since you've seen them. Vorp'l should be handled between Andromeda and Diva, Statian is leading that part of the team as well. So we can handle this other bit, make sure the device doesn't get taken." I'll be right behind you when you find the thief, to make sure no civilians get in the way.

Feels like some pretty honest feedback, and probably a good sign that Chro is willing to listen to Indy's thoughts on where they should go, so I'd call that opening. Not sure if I'm in a spot to do a move against the thief quite yet. But I can prep.

power up: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11

hold 3 burn

"CORVIS, help out Flutters and tag that thief," Chroknight requests of their faithful familiar. The bird caws and flies off to help Empyrean. Spending the team to help with your Assess there.

Chroknight looked less than please by Indarius coming in practically gloating at them while pulling them free of their bonds. "Yeah, CORVIS can track him. They have electric powers, or maybe that's their tech. My armor's damaged and not working right. I'll be fine, I just need some tech help later."

They stand up stretching out. "So did we find the alien tech yet, because that really should be our priority."

"The device itself is not found yet, but we have found the dealer and the others have her surrounded. Now to assure we get it and deactivate it safely or at least contain it so it cannot be used until we can."

He leans down to be 'more' eye level with Chroknight. "Are you sure you're well to keep going with your armor malfunctioning?" His voice sounds with genuine concern for Chro's safety, despite his altered speech patterns.

comfort and support: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 6) + 2 = 9
if that doesn't break the 1move per panel thing

Indarius smiles smugly as everyone begins to flee, though he can't help but feel a bit awful using his demanding presence like this. He cranes his neck down when Statian gives him orders to see to Chroknight and a teeny tiny part of him wants to get furious and say 'How dare you' But with V'orpl's influence fading away those thoughts are quickly shunted off as well as he regains his own right mind.

"Right Chroknight, tell them I'm on my way. Hopefully I can coral the civilians out on my way."

He turns and steps over Statian, his body easily clearing her, but his tail slithering around her dangerously for a few moments before the tip clears her legs without incident. As he lumbers back towards the Medical Expo section of the convention hall.

He quickly works out where Chroknight is practically stapled to the floor and reaches towards them with a pointed claw.

"What have we here, found yourselves the victim of solo adventures in a new place hmm. Don't struggle I'll have these binds off you."

His talons make quick work of the binding piece of technology keeping Chroknight pinned sheering the metal as if it were little than paper to be torn asunder, "Where is your 'thief'? Time stealer?" He asks lapsing into his persona of a grand creature of magic for a moment.

tapb: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 1 = 8
Give ground; opposition gets an opportunity

Indarius shakes his head and snorts at the mental intrusion. Slowly lowering Statian to the ground, nolonger above the mobs.

He speaks with a strange ethereal timber to his voice. "I am no one's pet and I'll make sure you regret ever thinking those thoughts."

Indy has barely stepped away from Statian before his form ripples away in a chilling whirl of icy fog. He now stands over her and shouts loud enough to shake the building, sounding more like a dragon than usual.

"Come out Worm!"
Be the Monster: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 2) + 3 = 10
On a hit, they are thrown off and make themselves vulnerable to you, or they flee. You feel more like a monster(gms choice of condition)

Purpose: capture or otherwise disable the cryodevice.
Leader: Statian as far as Indy's aware she's taken lead on this and he trusts her.

While Indy can't pinpoint the Nuvoan that they are after. The stange behavior of the people at the convention attempting to get at his allies causes him to give a harump and hover in the air with Statian, though he has to pull her up into a bridal carry so it's more comfortable for both of them.

"Listen, we don't want to hurt you, and I'm sure you don't really wanna hurt the innocent people here. Humans don't really get a choice in what powers they happen to pick up in our lifetimes. You should be smart enough to realize that we haven't followed the same evolutionary path as your kind and shouldn't be held to the same standards either. Saying that women having telekinetic prowess is against the natural order is both kinda sexist as well as a smidge on the eugenisist side which isn't generally looked well upon by most parts of the world. Certainly not this one. So stand down, hand over your Cyro-thing, and turn yourself in to the authorities for dealing illegal armaments within Earth's sphere of influence. It'll go a lot better for you if you jist cooperate."

Stand up for something: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10
listeners can’t keep doing what they’re doing, listeners can’t attack you without losing status or position

Nodding at Xeno he offered Statian a hand.
"Sounds like it's go time you jumping in or staying on overwatch?"

Weather she came with him through the portal down or not he'd slip himself through, though in the air so as to not accidentally gib anyone.

Gasping and clutching his head at the Psychic backlash Indarius swears under his breath. "Ah-shh, she's there, and very defensive."

He tightens all of his eyelids in an attempt to shake off the pain behind his eyes. "Xeno I don't think I can shield against this level of mental attack, any advice?" Rising to stand again he gives a wave of his hand sending the bowl tumbling back into whatever pocket dimension it was pulled from, the water spilled on the roof washing away the chalk lines he'd made.

Sam looks up from her sudden geek gush and blinks. One of her surprised blinks.

No one asks her questions like this.

After a semi nanosecond pause, she turns back to her screen "There are too many exits to cover, otherwise overwatch on the roof would be ideal. Are there magical means of detection you believe would be able to separate human from not that could be placed remotely in central traffic zones?" his magic is still an unknown wildcard in her calculations. She has terabytes of collected data and expanded theories of use but it all comes down to Everything is possible.

"Otherwise, your logistical abilities would statistically improve our inevitable confrontation, assembling the team once the target has been identified, making the central hub of communication being your most advantageous location."

Sam speak for teleporation is amazing and when we find her, here is where all the team is being tracked, so getting everyone back together quickly would be great. :)

Indarius shakes his head, "I can try to scry but it's exceptionally hard without knowing what our targets look like. Not impossible, but difficult. But once we get eyes on I can do a portal for everyone to show up."

He begins conjuring things, a bowl as well as some clear water to settle into it. As well as some chalk which he uses to draw a runic circle around the dish. "I'll see if I can't find anything like this though."

unleash(extend): 2d6 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 - 2 = 10
Scry for our alien

"Where do you want me Statian? Probably not the best idea for me to go downstairs right now as It'll be the least subtle thing I'm sure."

He nodded to Xeno, "Also I owe you one for the help."

Having been absent from the recent team meeting to discuss the latest game of, find the doomsday device before doom happens. Mostly due to having to make up for his failure in class, as well as some taking a bit of time away from interacting with the team to get his head back on straight. Indarius lands atop the roof after the others with another figure in tow. Shrinking quickly down to his humanoid form after dropping them off.

"Alright don't have the specifics, but I brought an expert that can probably help us find this Nuvoan thing."

He motions to the member of The Corps that he brought along, "Not sure if any of my magic will be particularly good at sniffing the device or the person out, since I don't know much about either, but I'll do my best to support you all."

Dangerous Mid-Terms: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 1) - 1 = 1
On a miss, you blew it, hard, and the faculty and people who care about you will come down on you. Prepare yourself.

Andromeda nods, feeling that Indarius has heard her.

"It's not bark, but the texture is different. Presumably some of my flesh is now cellulose or something similar; I am experiencing diminished flexibility. The mental impacts seem diminished, either by a lack of proximity to Eliana, or the degradation of intoxicants in my system. Much of my movement is buttressed by my telekinesis though, so the full extent is somewhat unclear; I am ready to go back to normal and not feel strange, even though I think my skin looks... pretty."

Quickly she adds, "Even within a social environment where my skin was expected to be commented on, however, this did not seem to be a broadly held opinion, so it may also be one of the mental impacts."

Indy nods along with that, "I can try siphoning the residual magic out of you later, if you want. Shouldn't be too hard Tim's potions were very tame. Had to give it a boost to even get an effect out of mine. But yeah not being judged by my appearance the other night was cool... awesome even. And it is an.. odd but surprisingly good look."

He doesn't know if it'd be good to actually comment on Eliana's potential ability to mitigate inhibitions since even he wasn't fully aware of what she could be capable of.

"The mental stuff is probably the alcohol. Seems my body processes it pretty fast. Though I could really go for terrorizing the local farmers by stealing a cow or sheep." He laughs indicating he's joking about stealing and eating any livestock.

ptm(Andromeda): 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 + 1 = 15
What do you intend to do? What fo y I u want me to do? How could I get your character to open up?

Andromeda eases, fractionally, marginally more confused than angry.

"I don't know why you decide what name to use to know me. I don't know why you think I need to be told that I want to protect people. I don't know why you don't like missions for being missions, even if you like what mine is.

"It's not the most important thing though. You should have trusted your team. You're describing your powers as too dangerous to use, and that all you could do was rid yourself of Tim's effects. You should have done that before engaging a dangerous target. Putting yourself in danger when you weren't ready didn't help; it just got you hurt. Sam was out of the way; Eliana was out of the way; Gui was using his illusions to stay out of harm's way; you just got grabbed. I don't want to let you get hurt. You're part of the team; you don't act like it. You act like you're there to save our team.

She wrinkles her nose. "And talking about barfing is grosser than emesis. It sounds like when I was in school and kids were trying to be funny. It's stupid."

Indy hummed throatily, partially to keep it cleared, but mostly cause that's just how it worked for him now. Always a sonorous grand thing even when he didn't try.

"I'm trying to stop something that may not even come, and I'm still coming to terms with you all being different people means. You aren't gonna make the same exact mistakes as the ones I worked with before, and me worrying about what might happen before it actually does isn't really helping my case. I've been so damn scared that it's holding me back from being a good leader." His multiple eyelids and membranes flick slowly, "Or even a good teammate for that matter."

He shakes his head causing his head quills to rustle a bit, "But yeah maybe let's skip talking about barf after I just got out of the super-nurses chock full of who knows what and booze. Just... until I'm less woozy at least. How does it.." His claws unfurl to point at her skin, "feel? Weird I bet? Felt really weird when I was made of like.. shadow stuff, so I can only imagine greenery and bark isn't too great."

Andromeda's jaw clenches, her fists don't ball because she knows what can happen when she balls them in anger.

"So I'm not your peer. You don't view me as a legitimate source of criticism. If you did you would listen to what I said instead of what you made up to be smarter than. Why do you get to decide there's good in me? Why do you get to choose my name? Answer fast, I might have to go soon."

"I didn't make you protect Eliana, or worry about Sam, or try to pacify the... tree thing. Never ordered you to do any of that, never even asked, you chose to do those things on your own. So no I'm not deciding there's good in you, but I am telling you what I see."

He gently grabs the sheets with his claws managing not to tear the fabric. "That name is what other people call you, I didn't choose that. Would you rather I just call you Andromeda all the time and never 'try' to get to know you? Never try to make things less rocky between us, cause it's clear as day we always butt heads, less clear to me why but you obviously don't want to tell me why."

Not moving his gaze from her he wraps up, "You think I don't see you as a peer and here I am trying to get you to see that I do. Because even if it's sound advice, I can't go against my gut of trying to help people, even when I should probably sit out or let things resolve by themselves. Just like you did tonight. People you barely know or maybe don't quite care about. When danger sprung up your first actions were to protect them."

He finally looks away to the sheets covering his legs. "I guess I should stop the long winded part and just say it though. Thanks for saving them when I couldn't."

Andromeda waits for Indarius to wake back up, but she's pretty sure she's missed him at least once. She doesn't like staying quietly in one place if she can help it. All the monitoring equipment and beeps and white lab coats don't make her any calmer either. And being agitated around so much sensitive equipment and vulnerable people is dangerous, which agitates her.

She takes a lot of breaks.

But finally he wakes up before she can lose her mind again.

"That was stupid," she greets him with slightly relieved tension. "You shouldn't have come to fight while you were still in the middle of uncontrolled emesis, it's stupid. You shouldn't have tried to get a tree with power similar to mine to hit you; you have a glass jaw and it's stupid. You should have listened to me about the sun, or if your transmutation abilities work on a similar wavelength to Tim's, then you should have told us that and done that instead of getting choked out by a tree, which was stupid. If you haven't squashed your beef with Eliana, showing her that a tree can choke you out that easily is even stupider."

Indarius having just come out of everything looks at Andromeda looking quite languid for now, though the anesthesia was quickly running it's final course. On the bed he flickered from happy that someone came to check on him, to annoyed that he was getting a lecture.

It took him a while to get his throat to work enough to actually speak which accounted for several false starts before it was finally cleared enough to be heard.

"What kind of hero would I be if I didn't try to help in whatever way I could? Just because you aren't at one-hundred percent doesn't mean you get to slack off. Stop using complex words like emphasis. I had to get Tim's potion done with early." He narrowed his true eyelids at her, "Your still green by the way. You do not want drunk me casting any spells, and are lucky that I had the brain still to not. Could have created an illusion of the sun, could have created a micro-sun and killed half of Halcyon, could have opened up a portal to the surface of the sun. My magic is powerful so I couldn't rely on it then. Besides better that it attacked me than someone squishy like Gui, Sam, or Eliana. Besides I feel great now, good as new even."

He wanted to thank her for her weird way of showing what he thought was concern but offered a laying shrug instead and looked her in the eyes in a moment of surprising clarity. "I gotta ask, if you think it's all so stupid why are you doing it? Why be a hero if everyone who does the same is stupid for it?"

Indy's hand shifts slightly on the bed looking like he was gonna reach for Andromeda before second guessing that she'd hate that especially unprompted.

C&S: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 = 11

"I know there's more to it than just some mission, some b+*@$+&& government mind trick, there's good in you Andr- Angelica. I know it, you aren't just some shield, or some sledgehammer, you're a person and despite all the 's~~~' you give me a good one."

Infirm

"Bwuh?" He spots the doctors around him and even in his lax state his body tenses for the briefest of moments. One of his greatest fears after becoming this all those paranoid over the top thoughts causing his heart rate to spike for only a few brief flashes. "N-noooo" then the lights and faces are gone as quick as they came.

Influence to Gui(shift my labels) for trying to keep him on track, not necessarily as lead but as a part of the team and level with his issues. Take a potential putting me at 4/5

tapb: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 6) + 1 = 12
O.o Pass out

Indy was about to make a quip as the giant tree finally sees him as the main threat instead of the rest of the crew. But then he's squeezed tightly, too tightly, hold on that's way too.

The world quickly fades from his vision and he goes limp in the root-like hands of Entdromeda before he can even get the satisfaction of watching it collapse.

With a bit of encouragement, Indarius finally shakes off the effects of the potion and stops retching into the bush. Looking up at where Sam had gotten dragged off to. "Sam!?" Watching Eliana and a blur, which he can only assume is Chroknight take off into the brush he guesses they've got it handled.

He rights himself and moves to engage with the new threat only to be granted full frontal access to a micro sun. Thankfully even in his inebriated state he was able to protect his own sensitive vision with a nictitating eyelid flicking closed as his pupils narrowed to verticle slits. The combination made it mostly bearable.

"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size who you already hate!"

He calls to Entdromeda as she whirls against the other people around her.

provoke: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (5, 2) - 1 = 6
If I get a team, provoke her to focus on him instead of attacking the others

As Indy is lead at least partially by Sam he ditches the mostly empty beer can as they leave Archie's room in a hurry. Possibly provoking some raised eyebrows, but he can't be bothered to mind and his head is swimming a bit.

His natural attunement to the local aether caused his scales, now with bits of fur growing between them thanks to the potion, to prickle as they got closer to the source of weirdness. In his current state they practically rattled very softly in the way one of those scaled bags would, which might be unnerving for anyone who hasn't heard it before.

When he spots Eliana, and Andrometree he moves to protest. "Well, if I didn't shay I told you so. El, don't do this. Taking away her free choice is just as bad as -urk-" OhIshouldntvehadthatlastdrink He thinks to himself as his vision gets all screwy thanks to Chroknight's stunt.

He forces himself to look away or be sick which takes a lot of the potential bite out of what he was saying. His gut rolls a bit as the potion he ingested works the last vestiges of it's magic on him. Belching and tipping over to retch his stomach contents into the nearest shrub despite his former attempts at protest. The butterfly wings and curled pixie tail of Indy quickly return to their leathery membranous state. Indy himself is left hacking a half-frozen glob of alcohol and significantly reduced in potency glowing puddle.

Potion effects wearing off in a offputting manner for him, but self removal for the initial panel basically.

Sam tilts her head, considering, then nods. "I will stay." she says in her normal flat tone. "Data collection can be accomplished using organic observation methods, though I will refrain from any additional alternating substances."

A pause where she listens to something, then she nods again "Emotions are... taxing." explaining her decision to not imbibe anymore is hers, not because of him. Her threads are now moving again, but performing corrections and cleaning, as is the norm.

She inclines her head to the window he was moving toward before she sobered, hitting the shoulder of a person passing by with her antlers. "I have noticed the spatial requirements of these protrusions are ease to lose track of." she agrees with him.

Indy made his way to the window turning to lean towards it and breath the fresher air while still being able to properly address Sam. "You don't have to stay just cause I suggested it. I just thought we were all having a good time so far and. I guess I know how it is when things like that don't happen enough." He looks around at the milling bodies and conversations. "Glad my horns don't stick out to the side too much, got that nice swoop thankfully."

Taking another drink he grimmaces less than he had, maybe the taste was growing on him quickly. "You know it's weird ever since I went full dragon I feel like something's been missing. But I-" He's interrupted by whatever commotion happened outside causing him to bolt for a moment before languidly looking out into the night. "What the- heck was that?"

Sam's brow furrows. Her mind is still clear, she thinks, but she is forgetting to explain her words better. She grabs his wrist before he disappears, knowing he could pull away but knowing he won't somehow. She looks up at him with her moss colored eyes, smiling "I mean, you were the order that kept the team pointed in the right direction, you were our leader. And without you leading, our next conflict will be chaos, increasing the statistical chance of at least one us being seriously injured or killed." her eyes blink slow and wet. "And 'May God have mercy on our souls'"

She has been running simulations since she found out his decision, thousands of them. Numbers on a screen, numbers showing Angelica losing control, of Gui's faith broken and screaming, of Archie's past catching up to him, of Chronknight shattered across time, of Max leaving with disappointment bleeding off her.

And Indy blaming himself no matter how much he tried to distance himself from this.

But she will not say that. (or did she in a way)

Instead, she let go of his hand.

That weight settles in, banishing all desire to continue to collect data. A single blinding synapsis travels across her brain to trigger the interface in her nanites initiating a chemical readjustment, a purge

Her intoxication and contact high dissipates making her threads go as still as her face. "Good night, Indarius"

Indy's momentum is stopped by the tugging red head so he stops and looks back at her. Being excessively careful to not yoink her around. "You all are..." he pulling on Sams hand in return so she can't quite leave herself. "Difficult, but you'll do better each time. Leader or not I have to hope that you'll all do better. I think, I think that's how it's done. And just because I'm not going to be at the front of the team doesn't mean I'm not there. I just can't do leadership right now." His unnaturally glacial blue irises contract as he focuses on Samantha.

"There's so much going on and, I think this is how I do better. For now at least, so please don't go, stick around, let's relax for once. Heck give it a few hours once the faerie dragon stuff wears off. And you'll probably be able to convince me to give people a skyline tour with those doe-eyes."
c&s: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 + 1 = 6
He looked away a bit ashamed, noticing how suddenly sober Sam looks, "Sorry I erm..."

Looking at the beer that Sam had given him earlier he sips at it uncomfortably. "Careful with doorways, you know...they can get in the way."

Since her teammate doesn't answer right away, Sam's threads snatch two bottles of beer and raises one to him. "Analysis requires data. Data requires actions to stimulate flow." data tells her clinking bottles is the norm. Which she does "To the cessation of order and the saturation of chaos." her matrix was queried to find how to congratulate him on retiring from leadership even though she found the act worrisome at best, and this is what it gave her. "My fictional entities created to control the masses have mercy on our souls, also fictional."

Then she drinks, long pull, making her threads weave around almost like a dance.

Indy is off-guard at Sam reaching for more beverages and takes the one she offers him even clinking it with her.

"Oh.. ominous. I do need air though, gonna head over to the window. To uh... all that?"

Unsure if the wiggling threads were a signal that Sam wanted to dance, or even more with him, his swimming head told him fresh air would be good. So he shuffled over and got to the nearest open window for a few moments.

"Not 'Arch', but 'Jess'" Sam tells Indy, grasping his arm to pull him toward her and out of the way of the spilled drink. Sam's reflexes have increased thanks to the Flight portion surging through her blood. "My roommate" she looks back to Indy but her antlers smack against Jessie's arm, letting only her eyes track all the way back. "Assumptions and observations point toward magical body swapping due to consumption."

Indy was dense but caught off guard even he could be moved by someone as petite as Sam. He turns his head to see the other drink clatter to the ground, thankfully aluminum and not glass. In doing so he catches Sam's antler with his own horn for a moment stopping her momentum. "Sorry. Do you still feel Archie's -urp- extras Jess? Oh also that's really cool that there was a body swap potion. Could be useful outside of the party trick scene."

Indarius finally shifts as the magic takes effect. His normally whitish gray scales turn to bright and vibrant colors like reds and yellows! His wings turn rigid and split down the middle while similar bright colors pool into swirls along the membranes, morphing into colorful butterfly's wings!

"Oh!" Gwen exclaims. "You're beautiful! Like a faerie dragon!"

"Yeah a.. thanks, Faerie dragon?Yourprettytoo" He cocks his head back to see the delicate split wings, and makes a face. He then reaches back and grabs his tail which seems to have curled up tightly. "Woah that's.. weird." His mind seems to gloss over the implication that fae stuff might actually be involved in these for now.

CORVUS caws at Sam, before Chroknight is there next to her. "Real quick, drink one of these between the fun stuff," They tell Sam, putting a bottle of water in her threads. "You're gonna be extra dehydrated without it. Also if you're taking any psych meds, probably should stop drinking anything but water to be safe."

They pat Sam on her head. "I actually finding difficult to get intoxicated since I got my powers...when I... d... j... f...."

Chroknight gets quiet suddenly. "...I can't lie."

After finishing his self-examination Indy looks to Chro, "Pretty dangerous situation to be in while wearing a mask. Maybe we should go help the Archie clones with the Zaa's cause we are 'all' gonna nee'some food." He gently nudges Sam, "Get her some air, me too, you three. Smokes getten to me."

Indy shakes the now empty bottle and curses at himself, too many liquids not enough solid food. He feels the magic roiling within him, but it's so pitiful in comparison to his own natural state.

"Well I am a dragon and I am your buddy so, two for two?" He returns the highfive from Chro, looks behind them and Sam to see Archie, "Hey Arch you got food too right?"

Whatever magic was within the potion seems stifled for now, but with Indy's slowly deteriorating inhibitions he starts to lose focus on keeping it at bay.

Going to accept the shifting magic

Sam blinks, then looks at the glass with a tilted head, obviously contemplating what rejection of a peace offering means. " Okay " she responds simple and turns to go.

"Wait hey.. I accept your apology, but like I should probably apologize too. I ruined the teams hangout time because of my own hangups about how the team operates and... well I shouldn't expect you all to be like or better than my old team just cause I'm in the leader seat."

He squints, "I don't want to be the leader of the team anymore, but if you'll have me as a member still well, that'd be pretty cool."

Chroknight goes over to Indarius and waves their hand in his face.

"Sam is the most literal minded person ever. If she says something is a peace offering and you reject it, you're telling her you did'nt want peace. Grow a pair and down that shot if you want to salvage that relationship."

CORVIS caws, flutters to snag the potion from Sam and bring it back to Indarius. "Now drink!"

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Indy looks at the potion and Chroknight feels like they're closing in, and he feels eyes on him pressuring him to do it, not to mention the fuzzy feeling building between his eyes, oh and Gwen was saying something too, did it feel hot in here he hadn't felt hot since he had skin.

"I-if drinking this is what it takes to earn your respect back then t-to hell with it yeah?" He swipes it from Chro and gulps, "B-bottoms up ey?" He pops the cork and chugs it down, what's the worst that could happen?

Indarius then yells out Horn Buddies to her, and she autocorrects quietly "they are antlers." she doesn't see any alterations on his body, so her threads collect a potion. "I'll be right back" she tells her friends (that she does not know is her teammate yet).

She weaves through the crowd, her new equipment causing spatial situations, but she makes it. "I apologize for my dismissal at the bowling alley. I was angry so was ignoring my matrix suggestions on social norms." her threads raise up the potion she has carried her "A peace offering." her matrix suggested that phrase.

"Oh, Sam uh.." He raises a hand at the potion, "No thanks I think I'm weird enough as is, no telling what a potion like that would do to someone already loaded to the proverbial gills with magic." There was already a bit of magic happening in his mind already, as the two relatively quickly consumed beverages started to take hold and even though he was denying it for now the prospect of seeing just what might happen did sound intriguing.

Indy chuckles at Gwen's complaint, "Gotta be something that tastes good, maybe the next one'll be the winner huh." He lets out an uneasy warble at her question about the potions. "I-i think I'll stick to just the drinks for now. But it depends on how the night goes." He sips down some more of his drink. He catches Eliana chatting with Andromeda and takes another drink prepares to speak then nervously drains the rest of the can.

"Hey Gwen, can I ask you about Eliana? I'm not like interested in her to be clear, but I think I messed up and owe her an appology but, I'm not sure what she's like now that she's... well fae. Like do you think she'd try and rope me into some grand deal if I asked how I could make it up to her?"

"I'm like, 70% certain they're magic. Hey. Hey, Indarius! Indarius!" Chroknight shouts and waves at the dragon. "These potions, are they magic? He'll probably know. "

Indy lets go of his horn and gives a huh gesture with his now free hand, not like he's near Chro or has his hands on whatever's turning folks into animals. Though he does suddenly have a ping of worry about Wyvern.

"Those are antlers," Andromeda reflexively corrects Indy before turning to the suddenly fascinating Eliana.

"Missing the forest for the trees Andromeda! Let me have this." he replies raising his voice a bit to reach her.

Party

Gwen, meanwhile, takes a look at her White Talon in her hand and makes a face. "Not much better, I'd say. I should have tried the watermelon." She looks around at the Daedalus students drinking, smoking, and generally having a good time. "What's not to like? Unless you think another Shard is about to show up and everyone's too drunk or stoned to do anything about it."

Indy shakes his own can of Peach, "Heh yeah they aren't great, wanna try mine?" at the Shard comment he gives a large shrug, "Doubt he'll be coming around again soon and something something danger has a way of sobering people? Something about adrenaline probably."

He turns his gaze this way and with a swing of his draconian jawline. "Well I thought things here would be worse, but this... this is actually pretty nice. I can pnly guess what kind of party tricks people have in their sleeves."

The uproar of cheering and laughter draw his eye and he points. "Looks like Sam's gonna learn how hard doorways are with horns haha. Hey Sam!" Indy waves and waits to see if she looks over, grabbing one of his own horns and smiling with those sharpened teeth joyfully. "Horn buddies!"

Watching various students garner animalistic parts there's a small part of him that hopes they get an understanding of what all the bestial students feel like.

"The others coming along or just you?"

Darren's interrupted by a frosty belch from Indarius which elicits a laugh by most of the partygoers.

Indy looks around with a bit of shock at first only to realize it was cheering. He raised a first and joined them before crushing the can on his head with barely any effort.

Archie ponders Indy's question for a moment. "I think we can Gui to make some sort of illusion that nothing is happening in this room, plus someone must have like a silencing spell. Hiding our activities should be fairly easy considering who's all here." He tells the dragon.

"A silencing spell would cut out the music for us too. So no dice from me there, could maybe have whipped up a dampening one had I known about this earlier though, sorry." He allows archie to break off and see to his other guests, catches Eliana out of the corner of his eye and feels a wave of anxiety rush over him.

He uses his wings as extra long buffering arms to cut his way sideways through the crowd a bit as he manuvered around eventually curling back up and making small talk with people who weren't smoking. The smell was a bit much alongside everything else. He eventually bumps into Gwen and turns to appologize.

"Sorry- oh, Hey Gwen good to see you here how are you liking the party so far?" He clocks the White Talon in her hand and raises his own open and partially drank one, "How's orange? Peach is alright but a bit light on flavor."

Indy winced as he finished shotgunning the beer giving a frosty belch as he did so. Shaking his head he made the decision that Mauler's light was not as crazy good as people tended to speak it up. And he searched for something with a different flavor, unintentionally following Gwen's decision of a peach White Talon but not daring to open it quite yet.

He made the decision that he wasn't quite ready to confront the rest of the team about last night quite yet as Gui had allowed him to earlier, so he moved to mingle with some of the others in the room. Namely Archie's roommates. "Hey guys, thanks for the invite and drinks. Gonna make Daedalus a cool memory for everyone huh?" He lowers his voice a bit which causes the serpentine rumbling to be more prominent.

"Any uh precautions to make sure none of the staff find out?"

Indarius is a bit late to the party himself behind Gui, and even Johnny's arrival, but upon seeing him up and about he's happy like the others.

"What's this I hear about a bad move?" He offers a smile at Johnny before shuffling his way into the room as well. "Hey even Shard can't keep the good ones down. Thanks for the save, had us all worried."

He notes the alcohol and how Archie and a large majority of the people here are likely not of age to partake in such activities. But with a shrug of his shoulders and the resultant flexing of wing muscles he ignores it and heads over to the fridge to grab a pair himself. Careful not to pierce the 'soft' aluminum can yet.

"Cheers for the invite Archie."

He raised one of the beers, prods it with a claw and proceeds to shotgun it, in the hopes of lightening his own mood as well as others.

"Well, if you are dat worried, den dere is yet anoder reason to keep de team going. Despite everyting, I would say we are still stronger as e team dan you alone, no?"

"I tink... I tink you are worrying too much about respecting everyone and pleasing everyone. Sure, it is important to listen, but it is more important to decide on e course of action and follow it through. You want e meeting, you have e meeting. Dose who can and care will show up. If someone misses it too many times dey are out and you recruit someone else dat is more compromised to de team... dis is what I would do if I were in your shoes." A quick glimpse to his clawed feet raises some doubts about the application of the saying.

"I am working to help Andromeda, so let me deal with her, ok? It will take some time, though. Sometings cannot be rushed."

Indy didn't seem to want to answer immediately, as he really went over what Gui had said.

"Yeah, I should stop trying to do things like Horizon did and just go at it my own way." He gave a weak laugh, "Ah probably a bit too late though, on account of me ya know blowing up and saying I'm done last night. But a small part of me wants to see how the team'll handle that."

He gives an elongated nod, "Thanks Gui, let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I'm gonna see if I can get ahold of Dee real quick me and her've got a call to make, but not like something that HAS to happen right now." A pebble skitters across the sidewalk as Indy's tail catches a patch of them.

"You gonna go to Archie's party?"

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"And I teke you will not be needing any help with dis dragon?" He asks. "Because if you will need e team to help, breaking it apart now is de wrong move, man." He could have said stupid instead of wrong, but Andromeda had already claimed the rights for the word.

"Look, I get you do not want to be de leader. I understand it! I do! It is clearly e very unrewarding and stressful job and to be honest with you, it seems you never wanted it in de first place." Gui takes a deep breath. He doesn't like to assume to know what people thing and knows the smart thing to do is always to lead people into revealing their wants in the first place, but that took time and they were short on it. "I feel, and I am sorry if I am wrong, but I feel dis whole team leader ting was dropped on your lap and you only accepted it because... you have lost your team... but you were not ready for dat. And now it has become pretty clear dat dis new team is not and will never fill de hole de last one left." He sighs.

"And while I am sorry for letting you down... dere is little we can do in dat front. We are different people, we have our issues, plenty of dem, but we are not bad in e way dat cannot be fixed. And while some of us will not admit it now, we need you, Indarius."

"Sam is insenely smart, but has zero understanding of how people work. Andromeda could one day be e leader, for I am pretty sure she had de training for dat, but not before we figure it out how to help her with all dat anger and resentment dat is deeply ingrained within her. Right now, she is e time bomb. Chroknight is too impulsive and irresponsible. Archie still has one foot on de oder side and seems more interested in having e good time. Deedee has her attention divided between de team and her personal celebrity ting. Empyrean and Digits are not with us most of de time, and I... am too weak and scared."

"Do I need to quote de hero we need not de one we deserve ting?"

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Indy's stride tenses and loosens as he listens to Guillaume, some arrogant part of him wanting, needing to tell him to shut up. The more rational part of him knew that'd be the wrong call and he'd had plenty of that in the past weeks. So he let him continue. Finally after it seems there is no more to be said he answers with a flat tone.

"No."

The single word hangs in the air between them for a long time, to the point where it seemed that was Indy simply ending the conversation by shutting out everything that had been said. But he eventually draws in another breath and slowly exhales, his body very gently losing tension.

"You don't need to say that corny line. I don't know what to do about Drake right now. I'm not sure I'm ready or if the team will even be able to help really. The last time 'I' barely managed to scratch him and get away with it. And I was riding the high of becoming 'me' at the time. Not to mention steeped in enough aether to make Mathers senior look like a mewling kitten at the time of his ritual."

There is another pause as Indy seems to consider his next words carefully with a few false starts. "I'm.. scared Gui. That I won't be able to do it, that if he were to come here reclaim his full power and outright attack that I nor all of the heroes in Halcyon would be enough to drive him back again. Being the team lead hasn't been good for me either, you're right I didn't really want it, but that's what happens when you've got the most experience I guess. I thought I could do it, be even better than Horizon was, but I feel like I've just been letting everyone down since day one."

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He looks wearily across the campus, "I wanna get everyone on my side, but Andromeda won't open up enough to even let me know what it is she wants. Like you said Sam is intelligent, but awful with reading people I'd like to help her, but I get the feeling it'd be similar to how it was with Conflux. Headstrong in that way that your plan won't ever match her own, so no use trying to pitch it. For all that Chro hasn't been around they've not caused as much disruption as I feared they would. Archie's hard to get a proper read on for sure though."

The telling signs that something occured to him passes over Indy's reptilian features for a moment but he looks unsure weather to share it with Gui.

"Well, dis is my first time in e team of dis sort, so I am e bit lost as well... I teke in your former team dere was no arguing and backtalk? No one being selfish, no one running away?" Gui asks, trying to understand Indarius's pain.

"Chroknight, Andromeda and Statian all tink dey are de smartest person in de room." He continues. "Well, Statian actually is, Andromeda is close behind and Chroknight not even close, but still. Dey all ting dey know better dan you, but in de end, de leader is de leader and dey should follow no matter what." He shrugs. "If dey want to be in de team, at least."

"I do not heve e side... dere is no side, Indarius. I am not against you. If I tink you have said someting wrong, I will be against you, but dat is for when we are discussing e plan. When you say 'we are going to do dis or dat', I will follow your decision. Or de leader's if I cannot convince you to stick with us."

"I believe Deedee supports you completely, but Digits and Empyrean... to be honest, I do not feel dey are interested in being part of dis team. Dey have deir own tings I guess."

"They did all of those things, that's a big part of what eventually lead to us breaking apart. I'm seeing the writing on the wall now already. No one will let me explain, or set rules to help prevent that, or fights me and derails the discussion."

He snorted a puff of air outward to show his aggravation, "So yeah, you want a leader I figure one of the people who've been bashing heads with me will take up the spot, queen of all that being Andromeda so far."

Motioning vaguely to the school he mutters, "Cause I've got to figure out how to prevent a dragon from ripping Halcyon and the world apart with his schemes, and I can't be bothered herding a bunch of lion sized cats at the same time."

"One, dis is what I am trying to fix. Two, I have legs and life to use dem, so sure." Gui replies, waving at Chittin.

"So... how serious were you when you 'quit'? Because I am not sure we have enough going on for de team to stick togeder at de moment."

"How serious is everyone about not listening to me, constantly backtalking, always arguing, and never willing to sit down and actually do things together?" He answers in exasperation. "I mean we seriously can't sit down for one moment to have a legitimate team get together without someone dashing off or being belligerent, so yeah I'm pretty done being the team lead. Not that anyone listens anyway."

Continuing forward a few paces he rattles off a few things that have irk'd him. "Chroknight can't bother to be present half the time, and doesn't seem like they're actually focused when they are. Andromeda is constantly picking fights, calling people stupid, and shooting down everyone while never letting anyone close enough to attempt to help with her own obvious issues. Statian has her own issues but at least she's letting the group in to help deal with them, but instead of listening or being willing to wait till we've got more information she wants to act immediately. Archie gave me hell the first few engagements, but has been surprisingly receptive since then so I can't figure him out."

Indy's tail swings and slaps the ground as the list grows. "I can't figure out who's side you're on because you'll sometimes play both ends trying to keep everyone happy. Dee's got her own things to worry about and I don't know if we're helping or making it harder. Who only knows where Digits and Empyrean have been up to. It's been like herding a bunch of cats who don't want to listen. Even when you try and tell them that the staff at your school work for a blood and money thirsty ancient dragon who's got a track record for stealing away people with useful powers and turning them into products to sell to the highest bidder while plotting to get the whole world wrapped up in a war so he can be the richest warlord in the batch and rule over them. Like Scythe I mean... Xaiara." Stopping to take a deep breath at the end of the winded rant he let's his wings collapse around his torso again like a privacy curtain.

"Team's got plenty of problems to still deal with and keep them together if they just wanna punch out some baddies. But they're all pretty bad at being a 'team' outside of that from what I've seen. And I'm not sure if that's a failure on my part to grab everyone by the ears at the very start or because I'm so worried about not stepping on toes. But it's clearly not working and I don't wanna deal with it anymore."

Gui wanders the school until he finds Indarius, waving at Chittin as he gets close. "Hey Boss... I would like to have e word with you."

Chitin thinks for a little while, long enough for Gui to arrive and ask for a moment of Indy's time.

When he waits to hear from Chitin, that puts him more on the spot so he tosses up his hands. "Yeah, it sure sounds like you had your hands full. But, you know, she ain't going to want to hear that. It might be true that she was lower priority, but is that going to make her feel better? She obviously couldn't wait for whatever you were going to do for her, so she... went to the fey? I don't really understand all that.

"Anyway, if you really want my advice, say you're sorry and don't make excuses, even if you had them. Or ask some other girl who might be able to tell you a better way to say all that."

It might then occur to Indy that he did ask a girl once for advice on how to apologize.

"Alright thanks Chitin, I'll try and maybe see you later if it all works out."

He turns to glare at Gui, "One, not your boss. Two, let's walk and talk."

Giving a goodbye wave to Chitin he starts down the hallway.

Chitin listens attentively when Indy explains the Eliana situation. "So... I can see why she thinks you dropped the ball, but that sounds like a lot, dude. Are you--"

"This just in! Party at 9! The palatial estate of Ryan and Archie's dorm room!" interrupts one of Archie's dupes.

Chitin watches the duplicate go on to invite Carlos as well, then continue on his mission to find more students to invite to the party. "As I was saying... Ah, I forgot. Anyway, maybe you could apologize? I don't know girls very well, so I don't know if that'll help or make things worse."

Indy had been so focused on Chitin that when the Dupechie pops up with it's announcement he snarls slightly then retracts and covers his face in embarrassment. He watches the dupe walk off afterwards and frowns.

"I don't even know what I'd apologize for at this point. 'Hey, sorry I got caught up trying to stop a megacorporation's plot to make a supervillain team, a court case against the man that kidnapped me, coming to terms with killing one of your friends in the fantasy world, my studies of trying to separate a devil and human soul, crafting a brand new spell to make someone an elf with my partner who up and left. Learning how to be a dragon, the crumbling of my old team and sequential leading of a new team which I'm no longer doing, and also trying to figure out how to stop a megalomaniacal Red Wrym from embroiling Halcyon in a war.' Like what do I say? I've been... busy to stop and give you regular updates and oh boy your an elf now and hate my guts out of the blue, cool I guess." He laughs nervously, before his shoulders and wings slacken to drag on the floor.

Chitin grunts. "I think they're public use. Like a communal bath kind of thing, like the Romans. Except, you know, a natural pool. Or unnatural. You'll probably have to shower at some point, unless dragons don't have to? They're saying the water lines won't get fixed for a few weeks since they're going to reinforce them."

He pauses for a moment, then venture, "Because of what? Why does Eliana hate you? If I can ask."

There is a bit of a pause before Indy realizes something. "Oh right yeah, actually I just took one manifested my own water, magic. Didn't even cross my mind that'd probably be bad for the still broken pipes."

He cringes at that, but isn't too distraught over Manticorp folks having a slightly harder time because of a flub.

"As for Eliana, it's complicated. So a few months back when there were all the vikings and orcs and weird fantasy things popping in and out of town. Yeah that was one of the Mathers' pocket realm slipping into our reality. I got sucked in, and was supposed to be one of the big bads, but retained enough of me to make my own decisions. Eliana thinks I betrayed the party and went against my word, I didn't and actually they betrayed me. Killed me sort of, it sucked, very long story short. I was reborn as a sort of revenant with way less control and went full on psycho killer against the group. She thinks I gave up trying to stabilize the fantasy realm."

He shakes his head, "We, First Class, tried. But it was evacuate or people were gonna die. And I told Eliana we could help her be... well more her here in our world and didn't let her stay, because otherwise she would have ya know died. Things went sideways with the team, Conflux and I never got around to doing the ritual. I guess she turned to the Fae to get her bargain and now what she hates me for is being an oath breaker. Which is some class A BS. Because creating a polymorphic spell from scratch to make someone an elf is a little hard when you're being pulled in twelve directions."

"Hey. It's going," Chitin responds. "Sure. Speaking of no concrete, I think we're going to check out the new bathing area the magic plant girl created. Word is, she just chanted a lot and these pools of water sprang out of the ground, then got surrounded by all these plants for privacy!"

Indy looks off, "Oh yeah Eliana. Mmm she probably wouldn't want me to go. Already on edge cause of."

He pauses as two maintenance staff pass by joining the others down the hall, turning his head in a vain attempt to avoid notice. "Well a lot of stuff, and she hates my guts. And asking would probably be some kind of favor, same with an invitation, and depending on how fey she is that would mean pay back in spades..."

Calm hoping for no storm

Indarius finished up his day at the gym and grabbed his phone from his bag again taking off and around the school the worry of Manticorp being so close causing his scales to crawl and bristle. Turning around a corner to avoid walking into one of the repair crews working on some of the internal pipes he nearly runs into Chitin.

"Oh.. hey Chitin, how's it going." He runs a hand through his quills for a moment trying to calm himself down.

"Hey you and the other hybrids wouldn't wanna hang out tomorrow after class would you? I think our combat stuff is still canceled and I could use a break from all the concrete."

Indarius gets a text message from Chroknight:

Chroknight: Moth Clan is contained for now. Let me know if you need anything, I'm going to be keeping my eyes and ears out on the city.
Chroknight: Also, do you think the team could use some battle practices together and if the school allows for the use if time slots in their training area?

It takes quite a while before Indy finally texts back

He tosses his phone into his bag and then heads to the showers, on edge after discovering that Manticorp was at work here at Daedelus. Throwing his guard up immediately would probably be a bad idea, but being weary wasn't too bad.

He wasn't about to drag the others into it, they'd just as likely get in the way or in Andromeda's case tear down the entire city around her, or continue to ignore him. At this point it was impossible to tell which was the worst case scenario.

He dozed off a bit going through things in his head under the hot water of the shower, only warm by the time it actually hit him. Trying to think of how exactly Drake would be able to exploit the school and all the supers inside it to his own advantage.

After the horrendous night that was the bowling event Indarius made to separate himself from the team for a while. He spent more time with the other bestial schoolmates assuming they weren't still freaked out from the incident with Shard. And spent his free time utilizing the schools facilities for strength training. Physical combat had still been a sorely lacking place for him even after his changes granting him some natural advantages so he started lifting in the super strength tuned gym.