come the fuck on

[hemomancer]

It's a bright New England winter day. Xan and Leo have elected to take the tunnels from Poe dorm to the Powers Theory classroom, because regardless of their Exemplar ratings, they're still from California and it's eight degrees out. And the tunnels have central heating. Glorious, glorious central heating.

In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.

Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"

"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."

"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."

Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.

"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."

"Just making conversation."

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[andaisq]

"I don't get headaches unless the red tide is in, so no, I don't get much call for aspirin when Midol would do. Brand loyalty, you know."

He retrieves a bottle, counts out three pills, and deposits them in Damara's hand. "Anyway, did you actually want to commission me, or was that just an excuse to break my shit? Because if the latter, feel free to get out of my room; if the former, my prices are reasonable and I also make combat holdouts at a fixed rate, I can get you a price sheet."

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara downs all three pills at once because she has no concerns for choking hazards. "Maybe actually, can I trust that there would be no funny shit with statues?"

She hits herself on the side of the head in an attempt to get rid of the headache. "Like no cameras or random shocks? Because it be more easy for us if there is no cycle of revenge bullshit."

[andaisq]

"Yes, that's kind of been my point here. Revenge is tedious and gets in the way of getting shit done. Anyway, in the spirit of truce I'm willing to give you half off your first piece."

[stonedtimewitch]

"I like being winner," she says, feeling the headache recede slightly. "You aren't going to be picky if I ask for anime shit are you? Because that totally all I will ask for."

[andaisq]

"Not a problem. Extra charge if you want me animating all the tentacles, though."

[stonedtimewitch]

"I feel like that would be confusing in 3d hologram form," she says, heading towards the door. "I'll send you what I want and money, whenever I get money anyway. Right now I need to find where Xan is for some exercise or something. You know where that is? Sky is there too."

[andaisq]

"You'll be going down to Arena 99, then. Right under Dunn Hall. You can just go north until you hit the big geodesic dome in the middle of campus, then east until you reach the hideous concrete building. Can't miss it."

He sits back on his bed lazily. "Also, you're like five minutes late if that's what you're doing. I recommend hustle."

[stonedtimewitch]

"Okay, thanks. By the way I would tell Sky about this little fight. They might want to know that their scrawny little boyfriend does stupid shit like that for them."

She gives him the traditional Damara good bye, a smile and a middle finger as she slams the door and then makes her way to the Arena, managing to be a full ten minutes late when she gets there. She hums a slightly inane tune as she walks in, not showing any outward signs of her headache or the drain on her energy.

[fortheliving]

Harry is sitting in the stands while five youths, including Xan, Leo, and Sky, commit aerobics.

"Xan wants me to consider you for team membership," he says without preamble. "Our sixth member isn't very reliable, so I'm open to the suggestion, but I don't know how well you'd fit with the group. What's your opinion on teamwork?"

[stonedtimewitch]

"Me?" she asks. She thinks about it for a moment and then shrugs. "If the teammates are hot and don't fuck me over somehow then I will work with them. So the fuck am I late to?"

[fortheliving]

He rolls his eyes. "Fortunately, all of your teammates are hot. Or, at least, they're all Exemplars, so they're symmetrical and they have clear skin. I can't guarantee Xan wouldn't screw you over, but you seem closest to him anyway, so what do I know? And you're not late per se, since you're not part of the team yet. But what you would have been late for if you were is the warmup exercises before they beat the hell out of each other and/or some simulated supervillain in the combat sims."

[stonedtimewitch]

"I want in on the beating the hell out of people," she says, doing a few stretches of her own. The idea of beating people up has her excited enough that she isn't going out of her way to be sexual about stretching out. "You are making this sound like the best gym class ever, don't fail to satisfy me."

[fortheliving]

"I won't, I'm sure. How experienced are you in combat? Tae kwon do classes when you were six? Street fighting? Having your My Little Ponies try to kill each other?"

[stonedtimewitch]

"I know how to fight, my ponies know to behave themselves around me," she says, not wanting to detail things further. "[Want to test it out by wrestling me to the ground?]"

[fortheliving]

"Well, I could. I've got two feet on you, though, so unless you screwed with the timestream it seems like it'd probably be a pretty short fight. And powers would kind of defeat the purpose, so I think you'd be a better match for Leo. He's stronger and faster than a human, but not by all that much."

[stonedtimewitch]

"[Don't underestimate my abilities with controlling men's bodies,]" she says, not being as actually malicious about her inappropriate comments as she was the night before. She looks Leo up and down and then shrugs. "Xan, am I allowed to kick your boyfriends ass?"

[hemomancer]

Xan looks over incredulously in between jumping jacks. "You kidding me? I'd pay to see that! If it weren't for the fact you're doing it anyway."

[stonedtimewitch]

"Can I still get paid?" she asks, cracking her knuckles. She is doing the creepily serene variant of her scary smile. "Don't worry Leo, I'll make sure not to hit the important bits too hard."

[hemomancer]

"I'll pay if you're shirtless," he suggests.

[fortheliving]

"Veto. Obviously."

[in_like_a]

"Can we try to break the veto?" asks one of the unknowns.

[fortheliving]

"This is not a democracy, Ariel."

[stonedtimewitch]

"[No it obviously isn't because I would have voted for someone more sexy.]" She has managed to go through every crackable knuckle. "Okay teacher, explain to me how this works."

[fortheliving]

"Take five, everybody. Kool-Aid, as usual, by the east wall. Leo, in five, you're going to be fighting this one. No weapons, no powers. Victory by tap-out or referee declaration; referee is me, obviously. Questions, comments, concerns?"

[stonedtimewitch]

Damara undoes the needles in her hair, they would just be too tempting to use if she were wearing them. "No questions, just try not to stop it before it gets fun." And then she goes for the sugary drinks.