Log:Team Phoenix Rises

2020/06/06 	 Riptide Golden Girl Wild Thing Hellion Olympia Heather Blink Phantom

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Riptide is currently using the Workout Room for it's more or less intended function of training. In this case he was working on seeing a few things. How much he can lift for one, and how much he can withstand from the environment it looks like. The teen's currently standing under a literal hot zone created by the room. Simulated fire surrounds him and he's currently lifting something that is slowly climbing every once in a while.

The weight dings a bit as it reaches 100 tons. Meanwhile, he's not even sweating it looks like. A little trembling, but no sweat at all. If anyone else was around to see it, they might be staring a bit. Especially as 100 goes to 101 on the weight, and the ambient heat continues to climb.

Grumbling a bit, Riptide sighs, "Stand around a volcano my foot... they could've just said the heat isn't going to bother me."

Phantom is new to the gym facilities and is escorted by one of the staff to the workout room in the rear. The trainer checks the room and thinks it may be safe enough as long as Phantom stays back, so he opens the sliding door for Phantom. Phantom smiles, "Thanks--uh." He stops when he feels the heat from the flaming inferno that is Riptide. Hesitantly, he slides one foot into the room, then another, then sidesteps to press back against the wall. "This, uh, you're usual training regimen?" he comments in amusement.

Riptide looks over, commenting, "No... I normally do weight training, some combat simulations. My ancestors said something about being able to stand around volcanoes just fine." He considers, then calls out, "Yield! Simulation off!"

The entire thing disappears as Riptide shakes his head, looking at a small window that appears near him, "That and I seem to have gotten a bit stronger since last time I used this place. Normally I feel strain at 100." He rubs the back of his head, "Came to check the place out as well?"

Phantom nods as he stays leaned against the wall, arms folding across his chest as the heat abates. "Yeah. Kind of an olive branch. But I read up that Linda led the charge and went to the grownups for help, so...I think any hope I had of assuring my family about this just had a major setback."

Nodding, Riptide swipes at the screen to make it go away as he walks over. "I noticed... so... how much of all of that was an act?" He asks, then considers. "Also, I'm not sure on Linda being a leader and all... I guess waiting and seeing is the best thing there?"

So, in an effort to make good on her word, Heather makes her way to the gym. She has a small gym bag with her. But that just contains some bottles of water, about half a dozen small ziploc baggies of snacks, and a couple towels. It's not like she needs a change of clothing.

Either way, she steps in out front, whistling softly at the high tech gear. Then she steps into the workout room, "Hey guys, have you seen... whoa!" she exclaims, stopping to just stare at the room.

Phantom tilts his head and smiles. "Well...I can't give away all the secrets, but it did seem to work on everyone else settling their objections to unite. So mission accomplished." His head straightens up as he pushes off the wall, his arms unwinding to rest at his sides. "You guys were angry that you couldn't join Code Dark. But I don't think you get it. Code Dark is what we call our family. Whether we went by a name or not, we'd still be fam. It's not something you just 'recruit' people into. That's why I was trying to shift focus to form a greater team. But having two separate teams, or one big one, it doesn't matter to me. You guys do you," he smiles. His head turns to Heather as she steps in.

Riptide shrugs, "I actually do get it. And I appreciate it. I've kinda given up on the team thing whenever it was just myself and Union around. I'll happily work with others, but at this point... yeah. The anger part seems to have made them unite a bit, but whether or not they can pull it all together?" The teen shrugs.

Notably the room's still a bit hot. As if someone was doing a lot of training in a literal inferno inside it. Even if it's rapidly cooling down. Riptide himself looks fine with it as he moves over to his duffel bag, pulling a bottle of water out as he looks over at Heather, then over to Phantom.

"I'm honestly not sure if I want to do the full on team thing now. In a few years, I'm going to have a company to run among other things going on. Or at least a part of one. Plus, it's like you said. We don't really know each other's capabilities. And I'm a bit worried about some of the secrets I'm seeing. Like there was supposedly some sort of big ritual thing to summon Ares that the adults were hiding from us?"

"I'm not sure that anger is the best premise for a team, but...it did the job. I'm not happy with the stunt Felix pulled," Phantom sighs a bit and runs his fingers through his hair. "Not happy with leaving the meeting I organized, but it was feeling hopeless with the jealously in the room." His hand drops from his head and dangles a bit. "Everyone's got secrets. It's a defense mechanism." He tilts his head. "Ritual? What? I just ran into a big intelligent rat that ...well...the spirits told me was going to rule the world. Nobody told us or warned us about that. But then Felix looked into it after and found it Starguard knew about it."

Golden Girl snters the Workout Room, intent on getting in some extra practice.

Nodding her head as she lets her eyes drift around the room, Heather looks to Phantom and grins, "That was a nasty, but awesome trick you guys did the other day." But then she shrugs and looks to Riptide, "Wait, you mean you won't want to join a team if you're leaving in a few years to do something else?"

She places hands on her hips, "Dude, we're in High School, in a year or two most of us will be off at college, and most of'em will be out of town. So that's an excuse, not a reason. Give me one reason why you wouldn't want... for the time you -have-, to work with folks rather than go lone wolf."

Olympia just appears, near to where Heather and Phantom are, dropping about a foot to land in a sort of half-crouch, from which she rises to her full height. "That stunt was just a trick? Way to engender trust, dude... NOT!", she says, before turning her back on Phantom to walk away to the other side of the room.

"Olympia. Relax, it worked didn't it?" says Heather. As if she respects the decision. "You heard what I said the other day about it right? I mean not the part where I said their team name was silly. That was just an attempt by -me- to unite the rest of us."

Phantom just smiles politely at Olympia's reaction. "It wasn't my plan. I found out about it afterwards. But look at y'all. Organized, sponsored by the nups. I want to tell Felix off, but I can't really argue with the results."

Golden Girl looks around on entering. Waves to those she knows, which is most, "Hi. What's up?"

"If'n they wanted us to make a team separate from their family thing, they just hadda say that. At least that wouldn't be a lie, right?", gripes Olympia. Putting her hands on her hips, she adds, "... but yeah, it worked. Makes trust harder to get to, but it worked."

Olympia looks over at GG and lifts her chin a bit by way of greeting.

Rolling her eyes, Heather chuckles, "It's called psychology. And we are teenagers." she states before turning to approach GG. She offers a fistbump and a smile. But then she approaches Phantom and offers a hand, "I for one, am thankful."

Phantom is a bit surprised by Heather's peace offering. Of all people, too. He smiles and shakes hands with her. "Uh, you're welcome, I guess, since it sort of worked out." His head turns to Olympia. "I tried explaining that repeatedly. If I didn't want us all working together, I wouldn't have tried calling that meeting," he says, then sighs as he lets go of Heather's hand. "I get the feeling I should go. I just wanted to wish you all good luck."

Riptide shakes his head and looks to Phantom, "Hold on. If you're going, I'm going as well. Just because you managed to get them to unite doesn't mean it will work out, after all. And personally, at the moment, I'd rather throw in with you guys than them. They honestly don't know half of the things that can or would happen at this point. Most of them are still new to it."

Golden Girl speaks up, "If you go because you're feeling unwelcome that's something we should talk about. Now. The main point of training as I see it is becoming aware of each others' abilities, strengths and weaknesses. If Code Dark doesn't attend that's not going to happen, is it?"

"Hey.. wasn't it -you- who asked us all to come here to the Gym to see what we had to offer to a team?" Heather asks of Riptide. She looks to the others then, and then back to Riptide, "Unless you'd rather just alienate yourself and declare in one voice that you are, in fact, all about you and don't -want- anyone you can count on to watch your back."

Then she turns to face Golden Girl, "I, for one, am on board. Fully."

Olympia eyeballs Riptide. "If you're thinking like that, any team that forms'd probably be better off without you on it, honestly", she says to him. Looking at Phantom, she says, "Far as you go, it'd probably be good to at least train with us, even if it's not your whole group -- so that most everyone, at least, will have an idea how to work together when and if we ever have to. If you gotta to today, cool... but don't just walk out on us completely, is what I'm saying, okay?"

Phantom gets caught off guard by Riptide's comments. "If you're going to do that, I kind of got to stay, don't I?" he chuckles awkwardly. To Golden Girl's comments, he says, "Unfortunately, the rest of my team can't make it right now. They'll come if and when they can manage." He smiles politely at Olympia's comment. "I'm not a powerhouse like a lot of people here. I'm not sure I can keep up."

Wild Thing enters from Steel's Gym.

Golden Girl goes over to Phantom. "Will any of your team be able to make the organised training session booked here for tomorrow?"

Golden Girl turns, "I hope you'll all make an effort to attend."

"I'll try to be here. We may get one or two others," Phantom says to Golden Girl.

"I... thought it was today that we were doing a trainin... oh shick." Heather says, shaking her head.

Wild Thing, who has just entered, says, "I expect to be able to."

"I'll do my best to make it", Olympia confirms to GG. She then glances over and lifts a hand, two fingers extended, in a gesture of greeting for Wild Thing.

Riptide turns to look at the others, then to look at Phantom. He turns to look at the others. "Yeah, I'm not totally sold on it. SO far, no one's settled down from yesterday. And I'm kinda getting tired of people pointing fingers. A lot." He rolls his eyes, "Besides, what are the adults going to do to help out with this when they didn't answer someone asking for help from late October?"

Golden Girl nods, "Nothing is stopping us from doing some today, Heather. We won't have the nup trainers I'm hoping will be here. But we can train ourselves, oursleves."

Rolling her eyes, Heather says, "Look. The only one pointing fingers is you Rip. We're all on board here. You told us to come here, so we did. You suggested things, we went with it.GG here is helping organize... and we are thankful to it. So, what is it you are tired of again?"

Riptide looks at Heather pointedly, "Actually, the one who suggested it is him." He points at Phantom. "The rest of you just weren't listening."

"You suggested meeting up this weekend to see what we could do." replies Heather.

Olympia opens her mouth to also say something to Riptide, but instead closes her lips and just walks across the room, farther from him. When she stops walking, she crosses her arms in front of herself and doesn't turn fully back to face the others.

Golden Girl nods, "And as no day or time was mentioned I booked the Gym for tomorrow afternoon for it."

Riptide shrugs, "Only because the rest of you were too busy arguing over who was right, who was wrong, and whether or not to trust someone who's done nothing but help. But if you're wanting to go for it, get started." He leans against the wall. "The room's pretty much voice operated at times. I was in here before with Phantom. The other reason I said just us is to build a bit of trust before bringing in trainers as well."

"Okay. If it's that important that you think you won an argument, and that must be right, whether you're right or wrong, I'll just go home. I didn't come out here to have some guy who thinks he knows everything, straight up make bullshick up to make himself sound right." says Heather. She looks to Golden Girl and says, "For the record, I love the idea of a Phoenix. I think Rip Torn here is trying to create the ashes for the Phoenix to be reborn from."

Then she looks to Phantom and says, "When I apologized for my recent attitude, it is because I realized you -were- right and trying to help. You were at least not trying to burn it all down to salve your ego. So thank you for the effort that Rip here is dead set on undoing. I'll be around.." she says as she starts walking out.

Wild Thing frowns. "What's this new shick? I thought we'd sorted junk out finally!"

Golden Girl speaks lougly, "Hold on Heather. Wait a moment. Lets have a show of hands. Who here would like to get some training in? Nups or no nups." GG puts her hand up.

"Well... if'n there's nothing going on today, I'm out, too", Olympia chimes in... and turn to start walking towards the nearest wall. She stops when Golden Girl speaks up, though, and, hands on her hips, turns to look and see if people are sticking around, after all.

Wild Thing puts her hand up.

Phantom puts his hand up for the sake of the group. He's not sure how well he could keep up with people who can lift 100 tons while on fire though.

Lifting a hand without turning back, Heather shrugs her shoulders, "I'm interested. I just don't want to put up with all this shick." she states.

Olympia turns to face the group again, hands still on her hips. She didn't raise a hand, but she's not leaving outright like she was about to do. Her body language says she's tired of all the 'shick', too.

Riptide frowns, looking thoughtful. "I think it would be good. To get the stress out of some of this." He raises a hand, then moves to the center of the room before he turns to look at Heather and Olympia. "In fact. You two."

He declares quite clearly, making sure he's heard at that, "Get over here and hit me. Use the room if you want. You're tired of it? Then prove it."

Riptide stands there, smiling. "You want someone to be mad at, go ahead and be mad at someone that's killed before."

Golden Girl counts the hands, "Riptide, you could be be a strong member of a team. Any team. I remember you at the bug fight. If you change your mind the door is always open. If you don't want to work with us, the door is open. Come on. You started talking about a team back whenever. Nothing much happened but the idea was sound. Are you going to walk out on it now? Really?"

Wild Thing grins. "Open invitation to be hit, huh?"

Wild Thing says, "Or just them?"

As the last of the teenager's hands rises into the air, the door in front of Heather swings open to reveal a large bluish-grey demon in a long black coat, smoldering cigar clamped between his teeth. Having arrived just in time to hear Riptide's confident challenge, the big man allows his black brows to rise, an amused little grumble escaping his chest.

"Huh. Guess this room's taken."

"What a typically male approach." says Heather. "Can't win the argument, so make a fight out of it." And she's about to turn back to face the others when the door opens. Then she jumps back three paces and asks, "So.. um.. guys. Am I the only one who sees a biblical anime here?"

Golden Girl nods to Riptide. Then to Heather and Olympia, "I say go for it. Two to one. Be tactical and it should be an easy vitory barring flukes of luck. Ofter vills are stronger than any one of us. But numbers have a quality all of their own."

"I ain't up for grandstanding bullshiz", Olympia says, flatly. "He's just trying to puff his chest up. That's NOT teamwork. It's the opposite."

"He's not asking for teamwork. He's just trying to let people blow off some steam and work out their angst," Phantom comments before his head turns in the direction of the big demon guy. He startles a little until he reminds himself that most of the villains from his home dimension are heroes here.

Wild Thing stays quiet. Despite being sorely tempted to shout at everyone to stop arguing, because they'd probably just take that as one more person arguing.

"I ain't about working with a guy who already said he don't wanna work with me, neither", Olympia says. "He can go vent on his own. I'll work with people who actually wanna be on the team."

"Never could finish that book." Hellion shoots back, taking Heather's instinctive recoil in stride and offering her a wide, sparkling white smile with far too many fangs in it. "Thing's a damn door stop."

Plucking his cigar from his mouth, the old hero lets out a long, languid puff of smoke and steps forward into the room, ducking his head to avoid catching his horns on the frame. A quick flick of his yellow eyes takes in the whole of the group, absorbing the silent tension in some, and the guarded indifference of others. There is a moment in which he privately wonders what, if anything, he should do.

"So." his tone is casual, an easy grumble full of good humor, "What are you kids up to?"

Wild Thing mutters, "Shouting, mostly, it seems."

That is when a holographic head appears in the room. "There is no smoking within Steele's Gym. If you insist on doing so, I have been instructed to presume that you are on fire and activate anti-fire measures."

Enter Julius. The AI That runs the gym. Well, the AI who is integrated within the gym's systems.

Meanwhile, Heather shrugs and says, "Fine. You want us to see how tough you are, how you can take a hit and not be inconvenienced by it to prove that makes you somehow superior to us? I really don't want to play your game. How about you play -mine-." She looks to Linda and grins, "Or rather.. ours. You want us to work together. You got it. Girls... let's get'im." she says as she starts to stalk towards Riptide.

Wild Thing says, "Um - still not clear on whether it's just you two or everone...."

Golden Girl grins, "She did say girls. Wild Thing, Heather, lets go." She moves toward Riptide half circling to approach from the other side.

Did someone call for girls? And getting?

BLAMPF

It must be total coincidence that Blink poofs into existance behind Phantom.

Olympia vanishes from sight. She heads over, generally following Heather over... more or less being next to her, instead of going for the obvious 'opposite' of someone or the third point of a triangle or whatever. She walks over to basically stand right next to him... and remains unseen, un-solid.

Riptide looks considerate, then comments to Phantom, "You forgot to see what they can do as well. Next to Linda, I'm the most durable person here. And I've tanked like 20 rail guns." He looks up at the demon, face palming. "Okay, who let a demon out of hell now? And yes, actual demon. Mystic energy's all demon. Pretty sure."

Then he shrugs, "Go for it. Like I said, I want to see what all of you can do." He considers, then comments, "Hey, Julius, can you give the ladies some terrain to help out? Just something totally random."

He shrugs, just standing there and waiting for the moment.

Golden Girl asks Riptide, "Want to chage your mind? You're got nothing to prove, and only bruises to gain."

Wild Thing needs no more that that. She leaps over at once to strike Riptide!

"I'd like to dispute that being the toughest. I -guarantee- that you can't put me down and keep me there." says Heather. "So I call bullshick on that as well." And then she is moving in to circle and go for an opportunity shot of her own.

Golden Girl chuckles, "First training point right out the gate. Always try to deescalate before punching when there's an opportunity to do so"

The sudden appearance of an anti-smoking hologram draws an amused look from the hero, head tilting as the squad of teenage girls moves off to encircle a soon to be very regretful teenage boy. "Ah jeez. You got to be kidding me." he mutters, pinching out the end of his cigar with the soft hiss of flame against his tough demon hide. Holding his position near to the door, he seems unlikely to intervene in the coming smack down, doubly so after Riptide makes a point to call him out as a demon, which he totally is.

"That's Mr. A Demon to you, kid." the hero grunts.

Wild Thing needs no more than being told she's in the fight. She leaps over at once to strike Riptide, unconcerned about whether the room is set up for something first!

Phantom tilts his head up in acknowledgement of Blink's arrival. "Well, you picked a time to make it," he chuckles. He looks over to Hellion curiously.

Blink tries to figure out what's going on. Other than Wild Thing taking a shot at Riptide, that is.

Golden Girl holds back for the moment, wanting to see how the group performs.

Wild Thing punches Riptide very quickly, and very ineffectively.

Riptide just flat out tanks it. Not even really moving.

Having strode forward, Heather gets in Riptide's face, "So, you think -you're- tough. Gimme -your- best shot." she mutters.

Olympia, unseen and phased out, just watches and waits for the right time to strike...

Golden Girl Wild Thing, can you dump Riptide on his butt? Ideally whenever one of the big hitters is ready to unload?"

Wild Thing nods. "Already on it!"

Golden Girl says, "Wild Thing, can you dump Riptide on his butt? Ideally whenever one of the big hitters is ready to unload?""

Riptide glances over at GG, "You know I can hear you, right? Speaking of." He turns and flat out swings, full strength at Heather. She did ask for it!

Golden Girl grins, "I know you can hear me, Riptide. It's not going to make any difference. Girl power is invincible."

Taking the hit, Heather -looks- for a moment like the shot killed her. And I mean her face explodes with blood as she goes flying back. But by the time she hits the ground, she's already healed most of it. The wounds are closed, and there's just the barest amount of bruising. She tumbles to the ground as she falls backwards and then... she slaps the ground and bounces to her feet as the last of the wounds go away. "My turn." she announces as she dashes forward, at the last second going in for a low slide to aim a foot at Riptide's ankle as she swings a fist at his face. Not to turnso much as to knock him off balance before she steps past and kicks for the back of the knee.

Giving his extinguished cigar a last, mournful look, Hellion clamps the smokeless thing between his teeth and wanders along the wall to join Phantom and Blink, looming companionably beside the youngsters while keeping one golden eye on the unfolding fight.

"New team shaping up?"

Blink glances over and shrugs. "Dunno. Looks more like they're beating the shick out of each other. I should've brought popcorn...

Phantom chews in that question from Hellion as he leans back against the wall. "Not...exactly," he says quietly, sounding uncertain about the situation. He flashes a grin to Blink. "Is it too late to get some?"

Golden Girl sees an opportunity and moves in to grab and squeeze Riptide.

Golden Girl clamps her arms around Riptide's forarms, pinning her arms to his sides, and squeezes.

Riptide ends up flat on his back for a moment, then suddenly has a Golden Girl squeezing him. He blinks, then looks at Golden Girl. "Thought you were a bit stronger than this?" He wheezes a bit.

Olympia simply appears in mid-step towards where Riptide's been pinned on the ground... with both hands balled together into one fist that she has raised overhead. As her lead foot comes down from the step, it makes a heavy sound... like someone dropping heavy weights on the floor.

"Reeealy now." Hellion murmurs, frowning slightly as the girls take Riptide to the ground and pin him there, his tone more perplexed than concerned. "Can't think of the last time a young hero got piled on by this many others and there wasn't a team up afterward. Not exactly a good way to make friends."

The two fists come down... like a one-ton sledgehammer as Olympia drops to a bit of a crouch in the process, rising back to her feet afterwards.

Wild Thing leaps off a wall and back so she can ram into Riptide hard, and hopefully from a surprising angle to boot!

Riptide surprisingly isn't bleeding or anything from the attack. It does look like it hurt. He blinks a few times, then comments to Olympia, "Bad form." He wheezes, then looks to Golden Girl. "Well, two need combat training..."

Golden Girl grins, "Remind me to duk if you ever do that to me." she tells Olympia.

"Yep, as I said, his goal is to showcase how superior he might be. Which... I might say, just makes you seem like even more of a douche Ripley." says Heather. "Especially when you're just flat wrong. You're the one who needs training. If you had it, you wouldn't have taken the bait, and wouldn't be lying there getting beat on. Tough or not, you can only take that for so long."

Golden Girl points out to Riptide, "You're the one on the ground getting pounded." It's not gloating or snarky. Just a statement of fact.

Phantom cringes sympathetically at the dog pile. "I'm just glad I'm not in his place," he comments aside to Hellion. "But they all look like heavy hitter sluggers to me. 'cept maybe Wild Thing. But she's fast."

Wild Thing cries out in pain as she breaks an arm!

Phantom holds up his hand. "Okay, hold up the fight!"

Golden Girl releases Riptide and turns to Wild Thing. "Anyone here a medic or healer?"

"My dad taught me some first aid." says Heather, the fight forgotten as she dashes to Wild Thing's side.

Wild Thing winces. "It's ok..... I'll get better... I think..."

Phantom pushes off the wall as the fight is brought to a halt and jogs over.

Golden Girl says, "This is a Gym. It has to have a first aid kit. Right?"

Riptide looked like he was about to get ready to muster strength to get free, but then is released as he looks over, moving to his feet. "Okay... that's definitely something to work on." He considers, then blinks. "Wait, she heals fast... um..."

Olympia also goes over. "I know some, too", she says, but calls back over her shoulder. "Uhm... I don't think I've ever set a bone, though", she says.

"I count two strikers." Hellion replies off hand to Phantom, before Wild Thing's cry of pain pulls him away from the wall. Striding forward at a relaxed pace, he allows the various teens to rush ahead of him toward the feral girl, his own path taking him toward Riptide. As he approaches the kid he glances down at him with an amused twinkle in his eyes, features otherwise unreadable.

"You done being a little terd?"

"Most gyms make you sign a waver if you hurt yourself here," Phantom comments as he studies Wild Thing and pulls out his phone. "Do you need something for the pain, Wild Thing?" he asks as he starts to dial 911.

"First Aid supplies are in this cabinet here." suggests Julius as a cabinet opens in the wall. "I recommend the painkillers. My sensors show that thw ound is already begining to repair itself.

And then Heather looks to Riptide, "Yes, you really should work on that mouth of yours. It's still talking. You have no right or position to criticize any of us. So if you want to be a part of this, you do it by -not- proving yourself even more of an ass."

Golden Girl moves back to let Heather and Olympia in. "I've only had the basic stuff that they teach in grade school."

Wild Thing says, "I'll be ok - really - just give me a minute or two...."

Wild Thing holds her arm straight with her other hand.

Nodding to Julius, Heather heads to the cabinet. She grabs a syringe of painkillers. After all, the stocks here are based on effectiveness, not how much fun they are to apply. She shrugs and nods to Julius. "Thanks." she says before heading back to Wild Thing. For now, she is not going to say anything critical. This is her friend and her friend needs help and support.

"Too late for -that-", Olympia says, under her breath. "I've learned a little in the sports programs I was in... but I've never actually had to use what I learned", she says, more conversationally in volume. Then Julius speaks and she looks up and about, then down at Wild Thing. "... you heal fast enough for this?", she says, before getting to her feet and going to get a hand to hand practice pad... a flat surface she brings back with her to hold up against and under the broken arm, to help with keeping it straight.

Wild Thing says, "Yes... see - it's healing a bit already!"

Wild Thing says, "Ok. Jumping into things full force: bad...."

Golden Girl is looking on worriedly, "Are you going to be okay?"

Wild Thing nods. "At least, last time I broke a bone I was fine in a minute or any!"

"We'll hafta figure out better ways for you to use that speed than by throwing yourself against people like that", Olympia says, before calling out, "Any splint sticks and wrap bandages in the cabinet? If we can keep her arm straight, it'll probably help her regenerative abilities along..."

Golden Girl flies over to look, "Julius, help me out here. What am I looking for?"

Handing the syring to Golden Girl, Heather says, "Here, I grabbed this." and then she looks to Olympia and asks, "Julius. Can you make a tractor splint for a few seconds, long enough for her to heal straight?

And Julius says, "I will be happy to do that. But only after the painkiller has been applied."

Golden Girl hands the syringe to Olympia, "Here. I've never given anyone an injection. I might mess it up."

Riptide shrugs, "I wanted to see what you all have. Most know what Golden Girl and myself can do." He brushes himself off as he waits for the healing, first aid, and the like. Riptide seems to be considering a bit. He's still keeping his distance, even if he has to shake his head a bit to get his mind into focus a few times while Wild Thing is healing.

Wild Thing says to Riptide. "No anx. I wanted to see too. And not in a real fight. Better to learn in here than out there...."

Olympia looks up and around. "... is that, like, a computer talking to us?", she questions of Julius. She says nothing about giving the shot to Wild Thing, if it seems needed, knowing that she's probably not the best person for the job... hoping she's not the best person for the job.

Wild Thing says, "Really, it hardly hurts any more."

"Guess not." Hellion mutters mostly to himself, glancing away from Riptide to check on the Wild Girl and seeming satisfied at the amount of care her friends are giving her. Lifting his oversized left hand to his head, he scratches idly behind one of his horns, turning to wander unhurriedly back toward the wall.

"I am the Junior Universal Library Interface User System. Also known as Julius. Ms Temple installed me into the gym's systems to help maintain and provide overwatch and commentary." says the AI. After all, it's a holographic floating head.

Heather turns to face Riptide and shakes her head, "No. You didn't want to see what we could do. You wanted to show us that you were too tough for us to take you down. You're wrong. If it was a real fight, you'd be dead wrong. Now. Stop lying to us and yourself. You want to be number one, but right now you're being a little number two. So... do you have anything else you want to lie about?"

Riptide sighs, then looks at Hellion, "So what in the world is a demon doing out and not rampaging or something in here? I swear I've seen you before, but I can't place it."

Turning, he looks at Heather, "Actually, you're wrong."

Phantom is relieved when Wild Thing says it doesn't hurt much anymore. "That looked worse than when you broke your ribs. Glad you heal so fast."

"Guess you do want to keep lying." She shakes her head and says, "You said you don't want to be a part of this so. We'll do this team thing. You get to go enjoy wrongly believing yourself superior. It is obvious you don't want to be a team player. You want to show off and feel superior. Which is impossible for you to do here."

The sound of Riptide's voice focuses Golden Girl's mind on other than purely Wild Thing. "Riptide, you're the strongest of us. Probably the toughest or close to the toughest of us all. But you're out. There's no place on Phoenix team for you at this time. Not because of what you did but because of what you didn't do. Which was show any sign of empathy for Wild Thing when she was injured. I was warned about your tendency to excessive violence. I see that warning was correct."

"No, she's not wrong", Olympia says. "It's plain as day to everyone... except you", she adds, turning as she says that last two words to look up and over at Riptide. She opens her mouth as if to say more, then Golden Girl speaks to say he's out. She closes her mouth and turns away from him -- yeah, that's dismissal of him in her body language.

Let's out an amused rumble from somewhere deep in his chest, something between a stifled laugh and a grunt that might be a response to Riptide's question, or more likely comes about at Heather's echoing of his own thoughts. Whatever the case may be, he keeps silent otherwise, stepping up to the wall and turning to lean against it, oversized left hand resting against his side.

Hellion let's out an amused rumble from somewhere deep in his chest, something between a stifled laugh and a grunt that might be a response to Riptide's question, or more likely comes about at Heather's echoing of his own thoughts. Whatever the case may be, he keeps silent otherwise, stepping up to the wall and turning to lean against it, oversized left hand resting against his side.

Wild Thing by this point is trying moving her hand and arm. "THere. Bone's set. Probably take another minute till its back to full strength, but..."

Wild Thing hops to her feet again (without using her arms).

"Keep it still til it's stronger, at least", Olympia says. "No sense risking having the bone not heal proper", she adds, before also getting to her feet. She steps over next to Golden Girl and puts her hands on her hips... kind of giving affirmatives without saying anything.

Turning her head to look to Golden Girl, Heather raises both blonde brows and grins, "Well well. You -do- have leadership qualities. I mean I knew you did but... yeah girl. I'm with you. Go team Phoenix." she says with a fistpump. Then she turns and approaches Olympia, "So, you on board? New team rising from the ashes of the old attempt? Golden Girl in charge?"

Olympia nods her head. "I'm in", she says, simply.

Phantom walks over to Riptide and reaches to put a hand on his shoulder if he'll allow it. "Maybe we should step outside to talk while the air clears?"

Wild Thing says, "Team Phoenix - is that what we're going with?"

Riptide frowns, "... yeah, sorry. Guess I am out, then."

He looks about to say something, then looks to Phantom, "Probably a good idea. I'm thinking about transferring schools anyways. Didn't know that my 'excessive violence' was a thing whenever I held back and didn't use my martial arts techniques or other powers." He shrugs. "Which way?"

"No martial arts? I'm pretty sure you did a straight up Karate thrust punch on me. So, I did ask for it, but at least be honest you dick." says Heather.

Riptide grins, then looks at Heather. "On that, you're wrong."

"So, you didn't just lie and say that you didn't do something you -just- did?" asks Heather. "You know... no. I'm done. You're out. Forget it. I don't care how much bullshick you spout. It's unimportant. Maybe you should transfer to like... what, Horizon? You're arrogant enough to go there."

Wild Thing says, "Enough! No amping the anx!"

Phantom cringes a little. "Well, yeah, even I heard your rep from the news. Something to work on," he says to Riptide, trying to keep his tone calm and even despite all the anger and accusations in the room. "I don't think a team united in spite was what Felix was hoping for."

"He's a bad egg. Let him go", Olympia says to Heather. "Ain't worth the effort... he's 'too macho' to accept Truth. Sooner he's gone, the better."

Riptide brings a hand up to point towards the wall away from the group. A nice, large blast of water shoots out. With a lot of force. Followed by Riptide throwing his other palm up and unleashing a loud, thunderclap like wave at the same wall. And his hopping back a bit before spinning and unleashing another wave. He then hops back to where Phantom is and shrugs. "There is a difference between martial arts training and martial arts techniques."

Then he turns to go. "Like I said, my goal was accomplished. Enjoy the eam."

Golden Girl nods, "Yes. You're right, Wild Thing."

"Made all of you kids take a minute to breathe." Hellion suggests from his place against the wall. "We're all heroes here. A friendly punch up is one thing, but--" whatever else he is going to say is drown out by a cascade of water and thunder, the demon frowning slightly as he pushes off of the wall and glances after the retreating Riptide, eventually moving to follow.

Phantom takes steps back from Riptide as he displays his powers, not wanting to get caught up by it.

"There's a difference between a team player and an arrogant showoff. And no, techniques have nothing to do with water blasts. They are techniques you use when you fight, like the punch you threw. That firehose has nothing to do with martial arts. And... I wish your sensei could see you now, to cuff you on the head for your arrogance." That said, Heather looks to Phantom, "Well, in all honesty.... Felix did that himself."

Blink just... stares as things go from semi-sideways to directions she's not even she can visualize. "What exactly was your goal, again? Asshaterific supreme?"

Riptide calls over his shoulder, "Yeah, whatever. Enjoy the team." He gives a wave over his shoulder, then heads on out.

"I think that now, finally... we can." says Heather to the others who remain.

"Was his goal to be an ass?", Olympia questions, quietly but aloud.

Wild Thing feels her arm again. "You know, speaking of martial arts - I'm thinking I'm going to have to learn to fight better, I can see. Instead of just hitting things as fast as I can." Mostly she's trying to stop the stupid argument.

Phantom glances towards Blink as she shares a thought with him. He looks to Wild Thing and smiles gently. "Glad you're okay. It's a good thing you heal as fast as you move." He looks to the others and just gives a nod, turning to walk out to have a talk with Riptide about what just happened.

Nodding her head, Heather remarks, "I'm sorry girls. I just... when I see a guy being that much of a douche-canoe, I can't help but point it out. It's built into my genes apparently. My parents... none of them let people get away with that kinda bullshick. But.. I'm sorry for letting my anger get the best of me there. So... let's work on improving things, as a team, eh?"

Wild Thing tests her arm again. Then does a handtand. THen a multiple cartwheel. 'All good," she grins.

Phantom gives Blink a wave as he passes by, and a bit of a look after a brief mental exchange and teasing.