Posted Nov 06 2013 - 10:22 PM
IC: Brianne walked through the school invisibly, clutching the sleeping infant to her breast. Now where to find Dallas...She'd try the cafeteria.The girl wondered what she'd say to him.Oh hey Dal, missed you. Sorry I've been gone a year, but it turns out I was pregnant. Oh, and you have a son. Here he is!Nope, that wouldn't work. Brianne sighed and looked down at her baby. He looked so much like his father, even at only a few months old. He was most likely a mutant, but even so hasn't inherited her looks. That was something she was thankful for.She sighed again. Looks like she'd have to do this the hard way.She made herself visible, disguised as a small Hispanic girl, after checking that no one was there, but kept Triston invisible. No need for anyone to see him yet.She walked into the cafeteria, then stopped the first person she saw."Hello," she began. "I'm looking for Dallas Green?"OOC: That can be anyone at the institute. :PIC: The limo pulled to a stop behind on a dirt road, and two men exited."The farm's about a mile that way," gestured Mr. White.Black nodded, and his form shifted and dissolved as he entered a gaseous state, floating through the air. He reached the farm which had long ceased to be McLean, and floated into the barn.Inside was a bit of a suprise. Cars, guns, and several oblivious gang members. Only about six, though... The rest were doubtlessly elsewhere.He considered Khan's instructions. She wanted a message sent, not merely revenge.What better message than near complete annihilation?Only one of the gangsters noticed the dark figure materializing behind his comrades. His cry of alarm alerted his friends to the danger they were in, as did the oddly pumpkin-like sound of two obsidian hands caving one of their heads in.The black exterior swirled, becoming glossy and metallic. The criminals drew their weapons to fire, but Black's new steel form would be difficult to cause significant harm to. One of his hands stretched out impossibly far, wrapping one of the men's faces in a large silver hand that conveniently muffled his screams as the hand began to glow orange-hot and squeeze tighter around his head. Meanwhile, another criminal had drawn his weapon and began firing relentlessly at Black. The bullets ricocheted off of his metal form as he dropped the second dead guard, walking towards his assailant. The other three gangsters had taken refuge behind a car at the other end of the barn, and the firing one turned to run towards them.He never got there. Black's metallic form liquified to the sickly yellow-green of a strong acid as he washed over the fleeing criminal. The man screamed as his body was dissolved, but the liquid surrounding him distorted his screams to weird echoes.Black quickly returned to his obsidian form, reaching the cowering gangsters. One of his arms turned to yellow powder as his swung, the hand breaking apart and surrounding the gangsters, as well as entering the car's gas tank. Black then turned his forearm to white phosphorous, curling the rest of his body into a lead ball.The explosion was glorious, launching Black through the roof of the barn and destroying its structural integrity, causing it to collapse in a burning heap. He uncurled from his spherical shape and returned to his steel form, now a little smaller due to the loss of his arm. The lost mass would regenerate over time, and he merely shifted what remained around to function as a usable arm.Black turned towards the farmhouse, where he could hear cries of alarm at the sound of the gunshots and subsequent explosion, and readied himself for another fight. He'd leave one alive. Maybe two.Maybe not.
Well, would you just look at that?
I'm a piece of toast.