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A sentence you wasted 5 seconds to read.
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9 yrs ago
Who came up with the idea to make our statuses quotes from philosophers, anyway?
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9 yrs ago
We could be doing something productive with our lives... instead, we're here.
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9 yrs ago
A random quote from some philosopher that we'll forget in a few moments.
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Michael Angie


@RoflsMazoy@Letter Bee@Gentlemanvaultboy@Crowvette@KillamriX88@Bartimaeus@Dezuel@AtomicNut

Michael got out of the car as soon as it stopped, readying his brush for the expected conflict. The wrecked car was more than enough evidence that something chaotic was going on, and the scene that followed was not any better. He tried to determine the correct course of action, but that was proving difficult given how little information he had on the scene right now. Alexander was presumably calling out to the woman directing the chains, which meant that Michael should be supporting her. The one the woman was facing was running away. Michael recognized him as a St. Lucifer student, but nothing else really struck him at the moment. Michael recognized William among the rest of the group present, but not everyone else was as memorable.

In short, there was nothing for Michael to do at the moment. Right now, he would simply keep his eyes open and wait for a chance to respond to something.
Michael Angie


Michael took out a can of the self-heating coffee, examining it from top to bottom. Michael wasn't even aware that such a thing existed, and was curious to see how it worked. The instructions were simple enough, and Michael managed to get the cans open and ready to drink without any problems. He handed one to Alexander before taking a swig from his own. Admittedly, Michael didn't like coffee. The bitterness usually kept him away from it, but if he was going to go through another adventure, he wasn't going to be picky about his energy sources. The coffee was warm, but there were also traces of cold within it. It seemed like the heating of the coffee wasn't even. Michael figured that such a device wasn't perfect, but again, he wasn't going to be picky.

Michael nodded occasionally at Alexander's story of his life, listening but not really paying attention. He tuned in when William became the topic. "I wouldn't say King is an alien, but he's certainly eccentric," Michael remarked. "As for threats greater than the Ancient Evil... I wouldn't be surprised. Something's gotta be out there in the world."

"Anyway, I wouldn't worry too much about William," Michael reassured Alexander. "The kid's got the means and the intellect to make things happen; he just needs a step in the right direction to make the best use of them." Michael took another swig of his coffee, making a sour face upon tasting the bitterness. "Or maybe I'm just comparing him to myself. Take it for what you will."

@Letter Bee@RoflsMazoy@Gentlemanvaultboy
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.


Oh yeah, the copycat ability. Forgot he had that.
@Letter Bee, now that I read through everything, did Michael even meet with William? I've only drawn Body Arts on Alexander, right?
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."
Yo @Dezuel, the barrier was already long gone. Just so you know.
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!"

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