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Started February 23, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"Echo, what are you doing? Why did you just break an angel's nose?" The camera refocused, and the reaper's grinning face came back into view.

"Oh, like you care! I'm at a fight club, noses getting broke is normal. Anyways I know you didn't call without a reason, so shoot." Pluto scowled, taking another drink of her coffee."

"Echo, I need you to get Damascus to talk to Samandriel. I've got some people here who need to get to their own dimensions but I know Sammy will roast 'em unless he's in a good mood." Echo's grin widened.

"Got it! One happy lion comin' right up. Just warnin' ya, Masky's been in a bad mood tryina make a dimensional key. Might be a bit, but I'll call when-" The video feed blurred as the phone was knocked out of Echo's hand. Vague shouting and fighting sounds could be heard, and an ash-colored wing went flying. Echo picked up the phone again. "Toodles!" He hung up and Pluto walked back into the kitchen

Mike looked up from cleaning his gun, having finished breakfast. "Any luck?"

"Well, judging by the fact that he's in a fight club right now and Damascus is apparently in a bad mood, it might take till tonight or it might take another week." She sat down next to him, stabbing and eating the omelet grumpily. "Stupid reaper's gonna get killed on day…"

"Nothing against your friend, but we don't have a week. If thing's aren't settled by tonight, we'll figure it out by ourselves." He carefully reloaded the gun and made sure the safety was on. "So you've known this reaper kid for a while, then?"

"Yeah. Saved me from a small army of angels back when I was first figuring out the angel thing. Echo and Advocate are the only reason I'm still here instead of being Ein's footstool." She took another swig of coffee, then got up to get more

(Cool! Looks impressive all right XD)
"These angels you have here don't seem very well named," Mike commented. "Or maybe they just sound like jerks because I happen to be on the wrong side of law and order most of the time."

(thanks :D) Pluto laughed a little. "No, every angel I've met other than Hades has been a dick with wings. And their boss Ein is horrible. He's a relentless recruiter for the gods' current little war, and he isn't recruiting for the good guys. Quite frankly I hope Echo broke at least two angels' faces in the past hour."

"There's a war on, huh? Out of curiosity, is Samandriel involved in it at all?"

"Yup. He's on Ein's side. Poor idiot thinks he's fighting for good when he's really just a stepping stool for the bad guys." She finished off her food and threw the plate away

"Hm. Duly noted. I'll remember to avoid political chit-chat when we're around him." Mike stood up, putting away his weapons and setting his plate on the counter. "So….seems like we have a few hours to kill, and Asura looks like he could use some more sleep….. You don't happen to have a space where I could do a little training, do you?"

A smile spread across her face. "Ooh, I have just the place. And I can access it again now that I've got my powers back. Follow me." She got up and grabbed a glass of water, then walked into the garage

"Much obliged," Mike said, following her.

She turned the garage light on and grabbed a piece of chalk off a shelf. In the spot where the truck would go, she drew a large circle with odd symbols and runes on it. She then put the glass of water in the middle and fished a black key covered in gold rust that had a rune matching the biggest one on the symbol. She dunked it in the water, and it started to fizzle. "Stand in the small chalk circle opposite me," she said, moving into one of the circles

Mike did so, careful not to smudge the circle's outline.

The key in the cup started to spin, and Pluto snapped her fingers. Suddenly they were in a massive palace-like commons room. "Welcome to the war room, a pocket dimension that changes however you please." It seemed relatively empty save for a large table and a few various paintings

"Dang," Mike said. "I'm impressed. Wish we had something like this back at camp, it would save a lot of space and money."

"Yup, it's pretty nice. I get access to it courtesy of Echo. It's basically inaccessible unless you've got one of these," she said, holding up the key. "But there's only 4 in existence, and Michael and the reapers are the ones that have the others. Go ahead, try to make something appear."

"Like how, do I just…?" He hesitated, then shrugged. "I….would like a punching bag."

Nothing appeared. "You gotta think it. Try closing your eyes, and think 'punching bag' really hard for a few."

"Kay." Mike closed his eyes, frowning. After a minute, he cracked them open again. "Oh hey, there it is. I didn't actually think that was gonna work."

Pluto rolled her eyes, laughing a little. "I think you thought it a little too hard." Instead of one punching bag, there were actually at least a dozen in the room now

Mike chuckled. "Jeez. You can tell what an ordinary human I am. The only thing I know about magic is how to counteract it." He cracked his knuckles. "I guess I'm fighting a crowd today. Join me?"

Pluto shrugged and chucked off her leather jacket. "Sure, why not?"

(And now we come to my fatal weakness–writing action/fight scenes XD lol I overthink it so hard)
Mike set off into the forest of punching bags, systematically knocking them out of his way. "You gonna be a cheater and use magic?" he called good-naturedly.

(oh don't worry I can't write fight scenes worth anything) "Naw, it's just boring when what you're punching doesn't punch back." Pluto went about hitting the bags before getting bored entirely. "Hey, why don't we spar each other?"