Angel watched with an expression between gusto and disgust as the shadowy figure morphed its neck, causing Sam's attack to completely miss its mark, before locking his arm in place. His expression only amplified when the figure trembled and suddenly buzzed off to where Sloth had been sleeping. Not that his shock was apparent to anyone else, considering the nature of his mask. Though he understood as much as everyone else there that this could
not be good.
Next thing they knew, Sloth came bursting out of wherever she had been sleeping with her nose totally red. Angel stalked after the shadow slowly so as to not trigger any other traps or ambushes, though he jumped back towards everyone else upon Sloth's arrival. Before he could question if she's been attacked or dealt with the attacker, she shot down his and everyone else's voiced concerns to take off again for her bleeding nostrils.
When she came back, she mentioned the shields. Only then did it finally hit Angel as well. "Oh! The shields! My die, it must have..." He jumped back to where his die had fallen and knelt down to retrieve it.
Low and behold, the die he had previously chucked at the silhouette was pulsing with a black aura. Considering its earlier flub, and the sudden manifestation and evaporation of that mug of beer earlier, then the shields... not to mention Sam's showoff earlier, and Sloth's theory... and then the return of Sam's black rejuvenating goo.
"Hah! Hahaha!" Angel laughed loudly. "Duh! No wonder we didn't burn to death after that explosion. It infected us with some black, smokey shit. Some hocus-pocus witchcraft. Hah! And here I thought I was just drunk."
Drunk - well, despite everything that was going on, it still certainly felt that way. He still couldn't figure a reasonable explanation behind his headache. Then again Sam was burned into starvation as he charged into the kitchen. Angel paused for a second, watching Sam return with a load of food in his arms, before bringing his hands to his mask and removing it. "Give me a sec..."
Immediately the shields disintegrated into black vapor, soon wafting off into nothing. The aura around his die disappeared as well - but still his headache remained. Goddammit. "Well, that explains that. Now it's my turn for the kitchen. 'scuse me, lovely."
He passed by Emmy, purposefully nudging against her arm (damn, she had such a lovely physique) as he made his way back where Sam had just emerged. Fetching some more meds and a hefty glass of actual water was probably what he needed most at this point.
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