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"Huh, that's what people used to think where I come from. It's full of shit obviously, but eh, they didn't have the tools we do now. Especially after the contact." Kyle scratches his head in thought. "But yeah, people like, thought that things moved because they had these magic elements in them or some shit, wasn't until that crazy motherfucker with the halfpipe dropped his balls that people figured it out."

Andre quickly moves his hands to block the blow before throwing an elbow jab at the angel's chest to keep her on the back foot.

Andre shrugs. "Annoying?" Andre hops to his feet once again, getting into a boxing stance as he decides to wait for his more mobility advantaged opponent to strike at him. He is the big muscle after all, he's not supposed to be fast.

"Wait if you're still human in your head and things that help humans not go the way of Trevor are kind of impossible for you... how do you keep sane? Like eventually you'll stop being able to remember things or you'll.... Wait, I get it, you must be attached to some kind of magical brain cloud so that you can avoid the things that make people all psycho. Cool." Kyle nods to himself as he understands.

Andre smiles for a moment as he pauses to get the giggles at Lexiel's odd trash talk out of the way. Then he straightens up and nods as he does a standing split before bringing his foot down like a sumo wrestler. "Well, I'd deny it, but then I'd be lying." With that said Andre takes off at a fast pace, before dropping into a slide to go between her legs and give her gut a good punch to get started. Gotta abuse the belly a little if you want to get a good fight going.

There's an audible cracking noise as Andre drops his hand wraps. "Technically if I used this I would probably do less damage to you on account of them being holy... But where the fun in a spar where getting hit isn't a punishment? ... You know, I'm starting to realize why only Matt would spar with me back home."

"Cool, you ever seen a monolith? Nasty motherfuckers I tell ya what. Near impervious to everything, got a ton of health, and they can inflict instant death attacks. Ruddy horrible. Anyways, you guys wanna fight? If not I gotta do some magic training. Least that's what Nat said I need to do to get better at stuff like that. I don't believe it though, my muscles are so powerful that I can suplex robots and shit." Andre shrugs as he stretches, his muscles glistening with sweat as he works out the kinks. Or maybe he's just showing them off. Either way, he's fucking ripped. Even his sweat smells of power, and not the rotten kind that comes along with stuff like necromanct, black magic, and Law School. It's more like a hydro-electric dam or a church.

Kyle mumbles something about not minding shoving his weapon in your orifice. He immediately closes his eyes and covers his face at how stupid it was. "Yeah, kind of. We're being told by a higher power to kill things for the good of others. Admittedly, we don't have much choice nor do we really know if we can trust the people giving us the job but, eh, I've worked with worse terms."

"Yeah, I can see why things would like to eat you..." Andre mumbles to himself as he looks over the angel.

"... Your world is weird. People routinely get parts from others attached to their bodies and their souls don't explode where I come from. Actually, pretty much all of y'alls are weird. I mean, even Isobel has the weird tablet thing that can't shut it's metaphorical mouth." Kyle scratches his head as he thinks.

"... So can we like, stick a rocket launcher on you? Maybe like give you a machine gun for a hand? I mean, if you're possessing the armor then and can take off bits, surely we can modify them right?" Kyle says, already thinking of the possibilities.

"It's cool homes, I was joking too. It's a meme from where I'm from... probably shouldn't have expected you to get it." Kyle shrugs. "Anyway, if you don't mind me asking. What the fuck is wrong with you girl? You like one of them dank ass ice elemental thingies you see in vidya games and shit?"

"Motherfucker, I'm a grown ass man. I'm not about to let some motherfucker disrespect me when they were the ones being a fucking dumbass in the first place." Kyle crosses his arms angrily.

"Cash me ouside, how bou' dat?" Kyle raising his hands to indicate that Snow should "Come at him Bro."

Kyle is glad for the distraction from Isobel's poking. He leans outside his door. "Ey lady, maybe you should get some ear plugs or a new door if you can hear people talking normally through your door. Play some relaxing music."

"It uh... um... Er... It turns you into a human fountain of rage that is partially bullet proof, has higher reaction times, and is generally better at all nessesary parts of combat for a little while when you get angry. Just uh, just a little fountain of rage. Like the ones for your desk you know?" In a surprise that no one didn't expect, Kyle isn't exactly convincing of it not being a possible health hazard to someone. But that's what he's getting paid for right?

"That last part was about the noise. Not some kind of euphamism for like, turning into a rage monster that gets off on the death and destruction he causes with childish glee. Uh... I don't do. At all. As for the Syringe... I didn't really want to think about it. You'll have to ask the Ork, it's his stuff I got it from. I just knew from the smell and looks what it was since She didn't really explain it too me. Or give me a choice... It kiiind of suuuucked." Kyle ends off quietly.

"Listen here you fucking toaster! ... Please stop yelling. It's making very upset and I'm already concerned for the people back where I'm from. I know I won't hurt anyone other than myself doing this okay? Even if the way somethings work changes between worlds, I know that I don't. I can handle this." Kyle grimaces slightly as the blackened veins reach his shoulder. He takes a breath before going to grab his shirt from the spot he left it. "I'll keep it down if I can help it."

Kyle looks away. "I can control it. It just kind of gets out when I'm a little pressured." Kyle makes a vague gesture. The fact that one hand moves faster than the other is rather unnerving given the context of this conversation. "And besides, if we're going to be fighting things that eat entire realities then we need every advantage we can get, even if it's from Her." Kyle twitches.

Kyle drops his arm as he scratches the back of his head. "Okay, I know this looks bad but I kind of know what it is and what it does. The injection site's veins have been colored a sickly black by the concoction. "It's the stuff Mar is brewing. I recognised the smell as what my wife gave me to make me more... effective. So I just figured we could use every advantage we could get and kind of... shot up with it." Kyle's muscles conspicuously twitch as the stuff spreads. And they don't do so in a way that inspires confidence.

There's a pause in the noises. Then she hears Kyle quietly cursing lots of things at once as he scrambles to do... something. She can hear something metallic and glass rolling over what must be the floor before the handle of the door shakes a little. Finally she's met with Kyle who is missing his jacket and shirt. He's... surprisingly ripped actually, and the tattoos across his body are really something to behold. He's also notably covering the inside of the joint of his elbow. He unconvincingly puts on a casual face. "Oh, what's up dude? Was I being too loud again? Sorry, it won't happen again." A quick look behind him would lead to Isobel seeing a syringe with blood on it and some weird black... Mold? It looks moldy at least, on the inside of the syringe.

There's a small grunt from the door to Kyle's room. A painful and small one. Knowing him, he's probably impaled himself on a chair and is now bleeding out on the ground. Really, the most likely outcome of his life. Still, it's probably for the best to go in there and double tap. Er, make sure he's okay. Freudian slip.

"You might be smelling the dragon by you. Like, the one conversing with you. So don't freak out and try to kill him. Like, I suplex people for fun and to show my friends what I can do, but killing someone for the way they are ain't cool. Unless the way they are is committing war crimes. Still don't like Lance that much." Andre frowns as he sets himself down on his feet.

Andre goes into a handstand to wave at the two new comers. "Yo, I don't think we've met before. I'm Andre. Nice costume by the way."

Kyle sighs and enters an empty room, passing the fairy without a word. He falls against a wall once inside and sighs. "It's not like I can help it..." He lets his head fall back against the wall as he whispers.