video UN: vault thief

[phaseflex]

[opening up, amara is beaming at the camera. she's clearly in an alleyway of the willful machine, if the light and bustle a little ways off from her is any indication. she has a huge bag of popcorn in one hand, the other holding the omni-- her signature tattoos glow across her arms and neck, though right now they're a bright orange instead of the usual blue.]

Yoooo! This market has orange popcorn! You have no idea how long it's been since I've had some! [a truly unfortunate and very strange looking dog briefly pops into frame as it makes a lunge for the popcorn with a long, prehensile tongue. amara doesn't seem too bothered by it, responding by lifting the bag up and chiding it;] Not for you, Skag. This is people food.

[moving on...]

I'm Amara! I am known as the Tiger of Partali, the wisest cowboy to ever walk the land and possible brain surgeon! That last one involves a lot more metaphysical punching than you would expect. Anyway! That giant snake is an equally giant pain in the ass, so I'm gonna tear its head off and give it to the Hunters in lieu of a resumé. Anyone down to join? It'll be a fun evening out!

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[eudaimonikos]

Acid's not an element!

[But, ah, whatever.]

I know, I know. I mean, it's in the blood now. I grew blood, Amara, it's sort of gross. And there's this whole disease thing where people turn into Beasts! [so many gross things here!]

[phaseflex]

According to my universe it is! [she scoffs.] Plants, what would I even do with those? Strangle? Oh... that sounds fun.

[ah, as bloodthirsty as ever, despite having a strong moral core. amara is just that way.]

Speaking of plants... you grew it like... a plant? I'll get to the Beast thing in a moment. I need to know these logistics.

[eudaimonikos]

It just sort of happened. It's not - well, here.

[He produces a knife from somewhere or other, and pricks his finger. The Darkblood mists out of the cut, sparkling.]

It isn't really liquid. Small blessings, I guess. Yours will have changed too, everybody's has.

[phaseflex]

Weird. [she won't ask for the knife to check her own blood. nasty? that's nasty.] How else have you changed?

Physically, I mean. I can see you're okay otherwise.

[eudaimonikos]

That's...about it.

[Seems like, despite all the squid garbage, he's still not inclined to just chat about his existing squid garbage in a tea shop.]

The blood comes with powers, usually, but I still have my normal ones. I did grow devil horns last month like some kind of cartoon, they've gone now...

[phaseflex]

[amara would be shocked if he had, anyway.]

That feels... a little racist? [then again, maybe he does have devil horns in one of his true forms. who's she to question it?] Glad it's just a relatively simple change. Kind of. Not really?

[eudaimonikos]

It is totally racist!

[HE SURE DOESN'T]

I'm holding you to that. If I get horns and claws again, you probably need to lock me in a closet for a while or something. It wasn't just those, there was...it's not good.

[phaseflex]

You get racist stuff that makes you act like an idiot? Oof. I'm sorry, Michael. That's rough.

[she reaches out and pats his hand.]

You know I'll lock you in whatever closet you need to be. Perhaps we should set up a tantrum room, for when we're both inevitably turned into bloodthirsty fools.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh! Oh, we should totally do that!

[oh god we're building a tantrum room now]

We can just put in soft walls and a big heavy door, it'll be easy! Maybe something I can't melt. [What is there that he can't melt?]

[phaseflex]

[the only thing that concerns her about that:] What can't you melt? It'll have to be... something creative. A very dense but non-flammable gas, maybe.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, we can experiment! Something to hold the two of us sounds like a challenge - it'll be fun!

[phaseflex]

Wait. Nightmare. Wait. [she leans back in her café chair, looking disturbed.] Wait. Michael. Wait. We're gonna have to find books to get info about this. We're gonna have to... read.

Like nerds.

[eudaimonikos]

Pffff, it's fine! I can read all of human literature in like an hour.

[even if this is technically true, it sure doesn't mean he's gonna get anything useful out of it]

We can also destroy a bunch of stuff to see if it'll work!

[phaseflex]

Damn, really? Is any of it good?

[she seems to understand that, though if she was being serious she would think there is a lot that's vital. broad strokes, y'know?]

Now you're talking words I like to hear.

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, it's alright.

[He actually does like a lot of it; he even did back in the day. Not like demons are making a ton of quality entertainment, you know?]

Yeah! We'll get magic metal from an asteroid or something! Not that that would...work, but you get it. [Some wild bullshit like in a movie!]

[phaseflex]

God, I need to show you some of the crap from the ECHOnet if I can. I still need to work out of my device is even working.

[humanity's shitposting in the 50th century? it's certainly something.]

Wait... can't you just make fireproof metal?

[eudaimonikos]

...huh. I dunno. Can God make a rock he can't lift?

[oh my GOD]

[phaseflex]

Wait, are you God?

[she might've dropped a few pages behind him, there.]

[eudaimonikos]

Ha! No, gods are creeps. Imagine if I just walked around like "ooooh, I'm strong and immortal, you need to worship me."

[phaseflex]

I would punch you like I punched the last god I encountered. Simply put. [said with all the fondness in the world.] I think it's worth a try. Besides! It's always fun to see your powers in action. Mine aren't for creation. Not destruction, either, but they're... hm. I might need to meditate on this later.

[eudaimonikos]

Aw, you promise?

[He means it - he figures there's just as good a chance of him going megalomaniacal as anything else around here. Even at his worst and most condescending, he'd never gone god mode.]

Well, sure - worth a shot. Let's do this! [He claps his hands and rubs them together. Without a specific image to hold in his mind, he's really just winging it. But that's how his powers work back home; he's actually more used to that.

He snaps his fingers and produces a chunk of material in his other hand.]

...not too sure what this is. Concrete?

[It's a refractory ceramic I just researched this]

[phaseflex]

[reaching over, she puts a hand on his forearm.] I'll shove your head down a toilet and flush it.

[the unspoken thing here being, of course, that she trusts he'll do the same for her if he needs to.]

Oh?

[she leans forward, squinting.]

Try to crush it. It looks like a start.

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael closes his hand into a fist and crushes the thing!]

Ah. [...] Well, I was really trying for...

[He ignites the hand and opens it again. The remnants still in his palm don't seem to be melting or burning, at least?]

...that...alright, so it's a start.

[phaseflex]

Fuck yeah. Ugh, I love your fire. I'm sure I missed it, when I had the capacity to.

[she tilts her head, squinting a little to avoid hurting her eyes on the bright... brightness of the fire.]

Brilliant. What did you think of to make that?

[eudaimonikos]

"Not burning."

[Straightforward! He smiles at her a little at the compliment to his fire - that's nice, it's something sort of elemental to him.]

I've been getting used to using it a little more lately. People just think I've got elemental magic. [Which like. Maybe he does a little? Only for fire though, and really only for his own - he can't really shoot it at things like a Coldblood, it's very much attached.] Helps in a fight.

[He reins it in again for now, though, and touches the remnants with his other hand. They aren't really charred. Probably pretty hot, but Michael never registers stuff like that.]