[Arno Mach]

"You fool! you've forgotten one thing!"
"And what could that be you Angelic Clown?"
"You forgot...my biceps can block all attacks!"
The sounds emanating from a scroll could be heard all around the great hall. It proclaimed to all who would listen a message of glorious heroism in the bulging biceps and rippling muscles of two angels. They were the Angels of Flex and they delivered a swift uppercut to all villains who would dare disrupt the peace. 
Which would explain Arno's fascination with it. The young hero to be was sitting cross-legged on a chair in the Grand Hall watching a video play out on his scroll. He had just recently received a delivery from his Mother who knew how much he loved his Saturday morning shows. This particular one had enthralled him recently and he'd desperately messaged his Mother to send him what she could of this show. This episode was one of the ones she'd managed to find. Though Arno was sad that she couldn't find anything more he still thanked her gratefully. This episode was more than enough for him. It was the first one of the newest season-he'd just recently finished season one's last arc, Justice Pullup- and was eagerly watching to see what new villains the Angels of Flex would take down. Personally, he thought the best part of the show was seeing the creative way both the heroes and villains crafted their strategies against each other. He wasn't that smart of course, so making something like that was hard for him but just watching those cleverly orchestrated plans be foiled by the Angels of Flex was more than enough for him. Arno smiled like a wide-eyed child as he saw those two figures appear from the purple smoke to the beat of the music. He couldn't help but follow along with their catchphrase. 
"We are the Angels of Flex!" 
While he'd never argue it was complex or indeed anything but simple, he loved it regardless. The soaring music really helped the show carry it even with the lackluster catchphrase. The music grew again as they began to fight, the beginning of the show's theme filling the speaker with enough cheesy heroism to give even the strongest cynic a glowing grin. 
Glorious, Angelic, Fighting! We are the strongest angels! We are The Angels of Flex! 

Arno sung along with gusto as the two muscular angels used their signature special moves. Arno repeated them verbatim as he tapped his hands excitedly along the scroll's edges.
"Burning Justice Bicep! You're finished, Slackatron!"
The first of The Angels twiddled his mustache before his right arm lit up with white flame. The evil villain-who looked conspicuously like a potato combined with a coach- exploded into bits of foam and just like that four of the villains grunts surrounded him. With a glimmering smile, he deftly moved to the side as his companion Angel of Flex: Righteous Bison- an anti hero in the first season and Arno's personal favourite because of his deadly double roundhouse kick.-Flew into frame, delivering a kick to the face of one of the grunts, who vanished in a puff of smoke. As Righteous Bison slammed his fists together, Arno smiled. He'd picked up months ago that when Righteous Bison did this he was going to use his special move and it was all the cooler for it. In a flash, his fists were ignited in neon blue. 
"You lot are done for! Raising Inferno: Twilight Pummel!"
A rapid bout of punches ensued and the remaining grunts exploded. Arno cheered loudly at this victory but then-for a brief moment at least- he came to his senses and realised that this was a public space clamped a hand over his mouth to silence himself. As the Angels posed towards the camera and did their traditional no-look fist bump it seemed all over but just as the credits would usually run a malevolent aura presented itself. A menacing aura filled the air as a new villain appeared. The two angels looked almost scared as a new villain appeared. Arno removed his hand from his mouth to gasp. The original Angel of Flex, Glorious Pullup was approaching them with the aura of a villain. What had happened to him? that's when it hit him. Arno realised something. His mother hadn't just sent him one episode, it was a double feature! Arno made a mental note to thank his mother and kept his eyes glued to the screen almost oblivious to the world around him. 
(756/756)

[Carmim Clover]

❝ AURA: 100% TAG: @swoon NOTES: Move over Mark. Hellooooo Angels... WORDS: 787 | TWC: 787 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS It was a better day than yesterday, at the least. That was what she had to keep telling herself, anyways. She still wasn't allowed to carry her drum, but on the bright side, she'd finally figured out, for the most part, how to walk without it. Like a good little desert creature, she had adapted to her new environment. And for the first time, in what felt like a really, really, really, long time, she felt pretty good about herself. Therapy was working. She was making marked improvements, and really starting to come back from Rochdale. She'd just gone for her first run, sans Storyteller, and miraculously, she hadn't fallen once. Breathing in the fresh Saturday morning air was exhilarating, and her legs felt stronger and firmer than they had in weeks- she still had the scars from where they'd been torn to shreds by Sabyrs, all over them, and all over much of her lower body, even a few on her chest. But the wounds were nothing more than that- just scars. Healed and stronger for it. Finishing her last lap around the school, she decided to make her way to the great hall instead of the water fountain, for a change of pace, and because it was pretty cold outside- a little hot chocolate, and if she was lucky, nobody would be there, and she could maybe play one of her "Dust of Your Heart" discs on the big on the big screen. ... Or well. Maybe not those. Not without Eva to watch them with... That still hurt a lot, almost more than she could bear. That was the worst thing Qiu'li could have done to her- Rochdale had traumatized her, broken her mind, body, and soul, thanks to him. He had caused Colton to hate her, turned her into a suspect for his crimes, and ultimately caused the mess she was in. But he'd also taken away her best friend. No more fun nights watching soap operas and giggling to themselves about Mark's majestic muscles, or gasping indignantly at Toya's latest scandalous affair. No more playing music together for hours at a time. No more talking about anything and everything, and cherishing their friendship. Now, it was only denial, anger, and sadness. She wouldn't even look at Carmim, not after she'd told her about Qiu'li. That stung deep. She shook her head. No time to worry about that. Not anymore. She was doing better, and intended to keep it that way- the past was the past, and nothing could change it, no matter how much it hurt, or how many regrets she carried. She stepped into the large room and was immediately taken aback by the loud and... dramatic sounds coming from the massive holoprojector screen. And from the front row of seats. From the sounds, she had expected a whole crowd of people, but was surprised to find that it was just one guy. One extremely large, beefy, looking guy. He reminded her of Asterion, but well, less bull-ish. Frankly, she had no fucking clue what he was watching, but fists were flying, and biceps were rippling, and sweet fuck, did that guy have the most gorgeous and powerful abs she had ever seen. "Glorious Pullup," was the name she caught, and she assumed it was referring to him. He looked like the bad guy, from the way he grinned all evil-like. Aw man. Why were the bad boys always the hot ones? No fair! "Whoa..." A reverent, hushed, expression of amazement, as her new favorite character in this show she had no idea about, ripped off his shirt, exposing those sweet, sweet, abdominals to the world. Allegedly to strike a very villainous pose, as he unleashed his latest move on the almost-equally-ripped heroes. She was pretty sure it was just fanservice, though, and hot damn, was it working. She was already hooked. She didn't even realize that all those thoughts about Rochdale, and the Attack on Haven, and Eva, and everything else had already flown blissfully from her mind, as they were replaced by strong biceps and heroic shouting. She was entranced up until her fellow student noticed her presence, and she blinked to snap out of her daze. "O-oh, sorry! I hope I am not interrupting your show, my friend! My name is Carmim, I do not t'ink t'at we have met." She flashed Arno a warm smile as she strode tentatively towards the front row of seats. "Do you mind if I watch wit' you? I have never seen t'is show before, but it looks so awesome! Do all of t'e characters have so many muscles!?"

LAIKA OF GS!

[Arno Mach]

Brother what did they do to you?” Justice Pull-up stared in shock at his former comrade. Glorious Pull-Upwas once one of them and as Arno had already noted the first of the original Angels of Flex. To see him become a villain was shocking. He had sacrificed himself last season to save Righteous Bison and Justice Pull-Up from the Laztronian slack beam taking on all that energy into his body and disappearing along with the entirety of the Laztronian army. There was a funeral episode and everything, Arno had cried! To see him back and so...villainous was terrifying. His once perfect halo was corrupted and poisoned hanging above his head like a crown. His once heroic visage had been hidden by a purple aura and his body had been increased even beyond his already muscular proportions. He was a true villain. He even posed like one! Pointing one finger heavenwards a beam of purple light illuminated the area around him and finally, he spoke.
“They made me strong.”
His voice was deeper and angrier. Arno was fixated until he heard a voice behind him and he turned from his cross legged position to look at whoever was behind him. Ah, someone he had never met. He didn’t know her name but...oh hey she just told you! Nice Arno, don’t even have to do much. Arno nodded to her request and happily patted the seat next to his.
“Of course! You can sit wherever you’d like, friend. My name is Arno and to answer your question yes, muscles are evident all over this show! You’ve come at a brilliant time though, it’s just getting good!”
And he was correct. A new villain theme began to play as the now reborn Glorious Pull-Up posed menacingly. As the music built into a crescendo the fight began. The two heroes charged at him with justice on their mind. A flaming punch coming from Justice Pull-Up was easily deflected and again the music swelled menacing lyrics spewed forth completely enthralling Arno in their villainous aura.
"Pretender, Pretender, Power is not enough for you. Pretender, Pretender what will you do? Pretender, Pretender forsake all you know. Pretender, Pretender end this false show. Pretender."
It was quite the interesting little lyrical piece and Arno made sure to note it down. It seems even the bad guys can have good themes.
Meanwhile, the action was continuing without pause. It seemed though that Glorious Pull-Up was nigh invincible. Blocking Justice Pull-Up's strikes without any trouble at all.
"Your reign ends here villain!"
Righteous Bison jumped forward fist burning with the neon blue streaks of JUSTICE. This would be the end of it, Arno was sure and as the music built again and the screen cut to black Arno bit back any gasps in anticipation. Until he saw what had happened. It cut back and there was Righteous Bison being completely held in place by Glorious Pull-Up.
"What are you?"
Glorious Pull-Up threw him backwards and as he crashed into a conveniently placed bit of rubble the camera shot back to Glorious Pull-Up posing, throwing off his greatcoat to expose even more of his muscled Physique and as he did so a beam of purple energy burst forth behind him.
"I. Am. STRENGTH!"
Arno was shocked, his mouth slightly agape at this revelation. The heroes had won almost all of their fights. To have their original founder defeat them so effortlessly. He was glad though, that someone else was here to share his shock, even if they hadn't seen the rest of the series. He only hoped Carmin was enjoying this as much as he was.
(606/1362)

[Carmim Clover]

❝ AURA:100% TAG: @moregoofballcarm NOTES: m u s c l WORDS: 437 | TWC: 1224 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS It didn't take a whole lot of convincing for Carmim to grab the seat next to Arno. Her attention was already locked onto the gripping show on the huge screen in front of her. She honestly had no idea what the show was about, or who any of the characters were, but damn, he wasn't kidding when he said that all the characters were super muscly. That one with the weird purple hoop over his head had even better abs than Mark! She almost flinched at the reminder of her former favorite show, and by extension, the lost friend who she had shared it with, but frankly she was so invested in his rippling muscles, the thought didn't cross her mind. Though she did feel a sudden urge to glance down at her own arms and stomach- she was pretty solidly built, and was pretty confident in her physical strength, but even she knew that she was no match for the hunky men made of pure BEEF on the big screen. And it was even better, because the more she watched, the more her initial interest in the characters' physiques was bolstered by a sudden interest in the intense action. She really couldn't follow the plot, not really knowing all the characters, but she could tell that the one she liked the most was definitely supposed to be the bad guy (ugh. always! seriously, why were the bad guys always the hot ones!?) and the other two were apparently good guys (still very attractive). And the music! So cool! After a few moments, she was wiggling in her seat, reacting visibly to every single punch, energy blast, and manly heroic shout. And then, just as Righteous Bison surged forward into the villainous (and beautiful) Glorious Pull-Up, she inched to the edge of her seat, excitement gleaming in her eyes. And then the screen cut to black... and suddenly Pull-Up was winning!? "Whoa... So cool..." And then, with a dramatic, very powerful pose that showcased even more of the dastard's devilishly delicious deltoids, Pull-Up delivered his climactic line, just as Carmim erupted from the seat, almost falling over from the comical surge of excitement that had overtaken her. "WHOA, WHAT!!! HE CAN DO T'AT?!" She stared at Arno in stunned amazement, before flopping back into her seat with a light thud, and returning her gaze to the screen. Still no clue what the heck this show was about. But she was in love with it. And for some reason, she really wanted to lift weights with Aegle again, all of a sudden...

LAIKA OF GS!

[Jay]

XP Distribution:

Arno Mach: 13
233 + 13 = 246

Carmim Clover: 12
813 + 12 = 825