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Transform self into flying golden dragon.

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It wasn't my fault! I even tried to resuscitate you!

"...thanks...um...So, if you told me all you could about vampires at breakfast each morning, I'd be willing to let you drink my blood for breakfast until you ran out of things to tell. Would that be fine?"

Explain that Issac is MY psychic, and I control EVIL! Mention teh nuke, too.

"Issac is my psychic--"
"Who?"
"The guy with the thing on his head, if I'm not mistaken."
"Oh. Oh. Yeah, you can keep him for that."
"Now what he means."
"I assume he meant more of an employee-employer relationship."
"--and I control E.V.I.L!"
"...Seriously?"
"You may wish to elaborate."
"The guys that just nuked Chicago?"
"Ah, yes, you. You must be that Bladeguy. Congratulations, without you, we three wouldn't be. Nor would this one, but he's not one of us. Care to come over for a congratulatory handshake?"

Irving honestly has no clue what is distracting the monster so much, but damn if he isn't going to abuse that! The telepath shoves the supplies in his hoodie's front pocket and snags some more, while looking for a back door. After all, no way a drug store carts their supplies in through the front, right? This place gotta have a back door of some kind.

[4] You locate and excape through a backdoor. [1]

Put the book away and then start walking around the town.

You do so. Anything in particular you're looking for?

search for more technologically based superheroes/villians.

[5,6] You escape the bug guys and run into Deus Ex Machina. Who I now have to figure out.

Continue stirring

[4+1] You awake, bound to a hospital bed.
"Oh, you're finally awake. We were worried. You've suffered quite a number of concussions, evidently."

Find a rather ancient lady among those in the home. Like Ms. Thompson, for instance - she's pretty old.

[5] You do.
...What now?

Morph back to normal, except for my arm muscles which shall be enlarged.  Pick him up and carry him to the nearest police station.

[3v1] You do, and walk after him as he trips. [4-2] Nope, still can't quite drag the guy twice your size with his own impressive strength and no desire to move or reason not to attack you across a semi-busy street.

YOU FORGOT TO MAKE ME KICK HIS BALLS REPEATEDLY!
DO SO, then unsecure his belt. Preferably in a manner not overtly erotic.

[2v3] The reason I forgot to have you do so is because you missed.
"Woah, what are you doing?" [2v5] He sidesteps a clumsy attempt to grab his belt and removes his phone from his pocket.

Yes, because that's definitely the kind of newt piecewise meant, and it definitely fit the context...

"Um...no...I can't think of anything...Lyra didn't take me out for that long...wait, that came out wrong. It wasn't like a date or anything, Lyra said so!"

"I would rather be a nervous wreck, than a calm person who wasn't me. I am shy and I'd rather get through that naturally. If I have to do something that I couldn't do then its alright, but lacking that, I'd be... me."

Angel silently approves.