Too Much Idiot [Jaunt Week 2]

[helborn]

[While this is happening...]

[Bob's scratchy voice comes on the network, sounding slightly distressed.]

Hey, you know that angel that's been hitting people with that stupid aggravating whip?

Three guesses who picked a fight with him, and the first two don't count.

[There's a brief aerial shot of Casper, suspended in air with raven wings out. Bartholomew has reared back his whip but now there's tons of snowballs and water all over him.]

The fuck am I supposed to do with this?

Comments

[seestheworld]

I mean... if you wanted to end the fight in a hurry, I could probably summon him to Liminal Space? Although that probably wouldn't calm him down any, and would also potentially clue the angel he's fighting in that Weirder Things Than Normal are afoot, so...

[helborn]

He might also still have the manacles on. No idea how to get those off rather than making the angel get them off of him.

[seestheworld]

That would be one of the other problems, yeah. They're probably not the sort of things you can phase through even if he has that particular skill.

[helborn]

He can leave his body, but he can't make his body intangible.

[seestheworld]

Also not good. But you knew that already.

[Even if someone could make a new body for him for the duration, that's... less than ideal.]

[modernliterature]

Ja, okay, the guy inside his head is a friend of mine, but at this point usually we just murder our way out of this problem.

They'll probably throw us a parade when we do.

[helborn]

I think he's trying to not murder the guy. Though right now I think he'd settle for just being able to move.

[modernliterature]

That part I can't do anything about.

[helborn]

[A few minutes later...]

Right, so. He got out, but do you know anything about pain management?

[modernliterature]

Only existentially.

[helborn]

I don't think he needs a philosophy lesson, sadly. Unless you can teach him the philosophy of not being a dumbass.

[modernliterature]

That's not my area of specialty, no.

[neverfeltthatway]

[Armin sends this straight to Casper, though he doesn't keep Bob from hearing it.]

Casper, do you have a plan? If you're in over your head, we could switch bodies - at the very least, I could protect you, and I could maybe cut him off from some of his abilities as well, or even take him out entirely. At least for ten minutes or so.

[helborn]

[His response comes quickly, as if he's thinking way too fast.]

Nope, no plan. Can't figure it out. No time for planning. Attack and defend. Can't move.

[neverfeltthatway]

Do you want to switch bodies so I can protect you?!

[It sounds more urgent by the second, and if Casper doesn't have a plan...]

[helborn]

Hang on, I think I figured something out -

[Then they both go silent for a few minutes.]

We're back in Liminal. He's hurt pretty badly. We had to portal out even if it was a little obvious. Can you pick him up? I don't have hands.

Done, or should we switch to action somewhere?

[neverfeltthatway]

I'll be right there.

We can action here!

[helborn]

He's in his hall. The door's open.

[breakaleginhalf]

Oh my fucking god.

[He sounds so fucking mad. But it might mostly be from concern.]

What the fuck is he doing?!

[helborn]

Remember when he went and punched a fae on your behalf?

He doesn't even know these people who got hurt, I don't know what the fuck he's thinking.

[breakaleginhalf]

Baby has a hero complex.

Does he need help?

[helborn]

He does, he - hang on, there's more stupid.

[The feed cuts off for a few long minutes.]

[... Bob's voice pops up again on the network after. He sounds... really tired.]

We're back in liminal. It's... not as bad as it could have been, but it's not great.

Psychic > Action

[breakaleginhalf]

[There is a restrained sigh.]

Okay. I'm coming now.

[It actually takes him about a minute to find a hiding spot, but eventually he manages to find a spot where he won't be seen as he ducks into Liminal Space, into Casper's hall.]

[helborn]

Casper's not hard to find. He's right on the floor of the entrance, bleeding from his wrists and neck and back. He doesn't have wings anymore, and he's curled up into a small ball. He's clearly rolled around on the floor a bit, the dirt dusting his clothes.

Bob sits nearby on a table and looks up at Gil. "I don't know that touching him right now is a great idea."

[breakaleginhalf]

"Yeah, well. I'm gonna have to."

But he burns some Glamour first, so he has the reaction time and strength in case this goes poorly. He kneels down in front of Casper's face, and gently puts a hand on his shoulder. "Casper, it's okay. It's just me."