Scarifar

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Michael Angie

Having only heard Alexander's side of the phone call, Michael couldn't really make a solid judgement on Alexander's situation. It was obvious that Alexander was worried about his brother, and of course he was going to drive over to him. Michael deduced that something stupid and/or dangerous was going to happen, and he figured he might as well go over to minimize the damage.

"Trust me, Alexander, I'm no good person," Michael said tiredly to Alexander. "What I'm doing now is for my own benefit. Right now, you're tired, and I'm tired. We're woefully unprepared for whatever's coming next, and I'm not sure how much more of this day I can take. I'm also concerned for how much you can take, and that's why I'm coming with you. You're not dying on me before I can cash in on these favors you're going to owe me after this."

After his little speech, Michael began to walk over to Alexander's car before finally saying, "Oh, and don't call me 'Mike'."

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Michael Angie

Michael gave a tired yet amused smile at Nasaraph as he lay the faux verbal smack-down on Michael. The latest events were taking a toll on him, and Michael was feeling like he really wanted to just get some rest and heal up. He perked back up slightly when Gilliam came over, wondering what he was coming over for. He had his paintbrush in hand should the need for it arise, but it seemed like it was alright, as Gilliam came to talk rather than to fight. Giving a silent nod of appreciation to Gilliam for the advice, Michael then proceeded to watch the chaos unfold in front of him.

After Alexander left to investigate the commotion outside, Michael sighed and got up from the ground, brushing off the back of his pants. "Well, I appreciate the first-aid treatment from everyone. Now if you'll excuse me, I still have my own job to do," Michael said, disengaging himself from the group and following Alexander out of the building. He raised an eyebrow at Samoth, but otherwise didn't say a word.

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He did; close to the beginning of the game, right? And William copied Michael's Body Art from when he used it on himself to lift up a few pieces of rubble; it was during the Mephisto's investigation case.

@Letter Bee

Oh yeah, the copycat ability. Forgot he had that.

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@Letter Bee, now that I read through everything, did Michael even meet with William? I've only drawn Body Arts on Alexander, right?

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Michael Angie

The burning continued to torment Michael, but his body was still in one piece. Michael figured out rather quickly that whatever he was covered with was not going to come off with just his hands, and that he needed the stuff off him now. Michael's mind raced furiously as he tried to come up with something to get rid of whatever was afflicting his body. The liquid burned his body wherever it touched him, as if it were acid. Wait, what was he thinking, it was acid! What else could Gilliam have vomited out at them like that?

With the substance on his body identified, Michael had an idea on removing it, or at least rendering it ineffective. Michael got to work drawing a Trap Art on the ground below him. A circle drawn here, certain symbols drawn around, and it was soon finished. The Trap was sprung at once, and Michael found himself lying face-up in a pool of water-based ink. Michael hoped that at least the ph level of water-based ink was enough to counteract the properties of the acid. It seemed to have worked too, considering the burning feeling began to lessen. The stinging from the inflicted wounds continued, though not as much as he had expected. Perhaps his durability Body Art had provided some needed protection. It still hurt, though.

Michael sighed in relief as his Trap Art pool expired. The worst of the crisis seemed to be over, and Vittorio was no longer in sight. Alexander came over to him with a first aid kit. Michael wasn't sure what could be done about acid burns, but Alexander was evidently doing the best he could. "Sure," Michael responded to Alexander. There didn't seem to be anything more to do, anyway.

Lifting himself off the ground to sit upright, Michael noticed that others were arriving, and they were Vigilantes as well. "Oh, you guys were here too?" Michael asked as Aram and Nasaraph came over. "What made King so interested in this place? Besides the obvious, I mean."

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Yo @Dezuel, the barrier was already long gone. Just so you know.

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Michael Angie

Michael tsked at the opposing tentacles that rose up to intercept his. Michael's Trap Art had the numbers advantage, but Gilliam's could react faster and were smarter, allowing them to quickly take down Michael's tentacles and dismantle his Trap Art. To make matters worse, Vittorio retaliated with his own attack. "Shit!" Michael swore while turning and leaping away from the incoming rubble. The rubble had narrowly missed him, and Michael roughly landed on the ground, rolling a bit before recovering and getting back up.

Alto was now dealing with Gilliam, which Michael appreciated, and he took this time to analyze the situation. Lise and Andriem were no help. Alexander continued to deal with Vittorio, who was powering up for the fight. Gilliam was also getting ready for something, his body expanding. Michael, fearing another intervention from Gilliam, decided that the best possible course of action right now was to prevent that monster from supporting Vittorio. Michael rushed back into the fight and began drawing up another Trap Art, drawing up two circles, one within the other. Just as Gilliam unleashed his rain of acid, Michael activated his Trap. A dark-film barrier began to form from the ground up, enclosing Vittorio, Alexander, and Michael. The acid splattered harmlessly on the barrier at first, but it soon began eating away at it.

Perhaps that should've been a sign to Michael, because he was still underneath it when the Trap Art barrier expired. Realizing he was in trouble, Michael scrambled to get out of the way, but he was slow to react, and was soon covered in it. At first there was nothing, and Michael thought he was fine, but then the burning kicked in. "Ahh, jeez!" Michael yelled out as he tried to brush it off with his hands. "This frikin' burns!"

@RoflsMazoy@Dezuel@Bartimaeus@Gentlemanvaultboy@Letter Bee

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Michael Angie

Michael nodded, and began to head toward the stairs. Only then did things begin to get hectic as a hole was blasted through from the floor above, making Michael jump back in surprise. Whatever was going on, it was not gonna be easy getting through it. As Alexander ran off, Michael was about to go after him, only to be distracted by a scream coming from the hole. Looking towards the scene, Michael saw Lise falling through it, as well as the resulting aftermath. Well that's embarrassing, Michael thought, turning away almost immediately.

Another scream brought his attention back to the hole, this one full of anger. With all the information he had on hand, Michael made an educated guess and assumed that the guy jumping down through the hole to confront Alto was Vittorio. Michael backed off from the chaos, right into the company of Alexander, Lise, and Andriem. "Well, shit," Michael said, still facing toward Vittorio and Alto. Michael gave a small wave to Lise and Andriem as Alexander introduced him to them, barely paying attention as he tried to figure out what to do. Alexander's suggestion, however, made him yell in surprise, "You want me to what!?" Michael had not had any experience dealing with astral bodies, so he had no clue what sort of Trap Art could even interact with them, let alone restrain them. Michael did know that it was possible in theory, but the problem was finding the right solution.

"Ugh, you know what, whatever! I'll come up with something!" Michael said, summoning his paintbrush and adding extra speed Body Arts to his arms and legs, as well as a durability-enhancing Body Art on his chest, just in case. He then morphed his paintbrush into one with a long handle and a wide brush. Michael crouched down as he ran in a wide circle around Vittorio, running his brush along the ground to construct the Trap Art. The inside of the circle's edge was then lined with more circles. This was one of his standard design for a Trap Art. Activating the Trap, the circles at the edge immediately filled up, and dark tentacles emerged from them. The tentacles then shot towards Vittorio, intended to wrap around his limbs and rob them of movement. Michael hoped it would be enough, but for some reason, he doubted it.

@Letter Bee@Dezuel@RoflsMazoy@Bartimaeus@Gentlemanvaultboy

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Michael Angie

Michael watched the two exchange dialogue. At first, the introductions and questioning went on as expected of a man of authority. Clarification of uncertain pieces would be helpful. As time went on though, Michael began to feel somewhat... unsatisfied toward Alexander. Not just for the fact that they were getting nowhere, but also because it was quickly turning into something that was definitely not a mere questioning. The rising agitation between Alexander and Alto made that clear. As much as he wanted more info from Alto, Michael didn't want to waste more time than he already did with Ascot, so he decided to interject before the argument rose any further.

Michael placed a hand on Alexander's shoulder, giving him a stern look. "Alexander, we can get info on this demon some other time. Right now, you have a job to do, remember?" Michael said, all while drawing Body Art on Alto's arms and legs, creating the same designs Michael had on himself. The act took a couple seconds, and Alexander would feel a surge of strength and lightness on his body once the Art was finished. Giving a quick look-over, Michael decided it was satisfactory and suggested, "Let's go get Vittorio, shall we?"