@chevaliere: "But of course mi reina", his confidence in their collective combat prowess was evident, he admittedly, felt that little, if anything could compare to his own martial mastery let alone that of his combined with Olivier's. "That however, is not what concerns me. Come, Malaga will provide a better area anyway", pausing to observe his fiancee's handling of a dislocated shoulder. The resulting 'pop' brought a pleased smirk to his face, "Shall we go, Olivier?", he asked, extending his hands towards her, intent on returning to his native Spain with the empress for a desired spar.
"You're all crazy! After I take down this psychopath, I'm coming after you!" The amateur superhero said, suddenly finding a well of confidence.
"Last chance, pal. Come with me to the authorities quietly or I'm taking you in by force!" Aaron shouted at the much larger humanoid.
Caught in a wind tunnel, Aaron tumbled out of midair and crashed back to the ground. He sprayed a medicinal foam over the patches of acid eating into his costume, preventing it from burning away his flesh. Summoning a variety of ants using the translator in his helmet, he sends hundreds of thousands crawling over the all-eater before riding a winged one up to the man's scalp, where he hides in his hair.
The ants are in for a surprise as every singular follicle of hair impaled their small bodies, with every singular creature devoured. Assimilated into the skull of the man monster as they are siphoned by an atomic level. His lip is still hurting from the punch and in that regard he attempts to slap the man out of the air by a swift lashing motion. Moving so fast that his hand created a crack in the air as the tips of his fingers broke the sound barrier.
The ant underneath him squeals in silent pain as it is assimilated into the cannibal's skull. Aaron barely escapes the hail of razor-sharp strands of hair as he once again finds himself floating in midair. However, his opponent has better plans for him. Smacked out of stasis by an enormous hand, Aaron lands on his back and stays still for a little bit, unable to move. He somehow finds the strength to continue, however, and hits the belt buckle on his waist. He instantly grows to 150 feet tall and looks down at the cannibal with vicious intent.
"Let's see how you like being the small one!" He roared, aiming to crush his foe with his huge fist.
Each strand is enjoying its fill, causing small bugs to implode under their own body as they fuse towards the scalp. Dragged along the hair. The hair retracts back into its original length after the deed is done. Something is up, his gut tells him that something else is afoot. His hand felt the touch of a smaller being, it did not crumple which means that this on is resilient. Usually the first strike is his last. The human perseveres, the man-monster dashed towards it as it appears that the man teaches for his waist. Hoping to slap the man into mulch, too late. Albert was knocked back by the sudden growth of man, looking up at two tasty treats. Then seeing a segment of fingers as he plunged down several feet under the ground, sinking through concrete layers. But his hair manages to hold into a finger, and in the same vein it restarts absorption.
"Still hungry, eh? You're not getting anything through that layer of vibranium under my costume, pal. But you still get an A for effort!"
Using his other hand, he tries to punch the cannibal back into the ground where he could pummel him relentlessly with both of his monolithic fists.
The hair was not a conscious method of attack as that punch really did him a number, something large and fast having caught the man-monster off guard. He could have won should he left him awaken later, yet now the voice had awaken Albert. Whereas the hair is just merely a reflex, keeping assimilation to the previous level. Set to ant, now his teeth feels itchy. Peckish, and more hungrier. His hair may be set to weak, but his teeth is always strong. Adamantium, Dargonite, Neutronium, Quarkonium, Jehovah's beard are all the same. Food. What's a layer of a vibranium to do?A salvo of fists rained down his relatively smaller body, digging deeper. Deeper still into the under ground, until for a moment they open. They close. He tasted flesh, he tasted bone, he had a mouth full of vibranium armor. Flattened yet hungered.
A cornered animal will always bear its fangs.
@pyrogram The museum was littered with the corpses of it's guards, not standing a chance. Trip on the other hand was busy holding an ancient text, from the glass case he just smashed. "*sigh* Well that was less amusing than the tin cans at Stark's tower.." He said with a bit of disappointment.
Aaron's enlarged nerves screamed in pain, as did he, once he realized that the cannibal's jaw strength had not diminished. Pulling back his fist, disgusted and bleeding profusely, the giant dug his fingers into the nearest building and raised it high, bringing it back down on top of the cannibal chewing on his flesh in the crater.
With recent news of the Metahuman Registration Act coursing through the depths of his technologically-augmented mind, the intellectual aristocrat situates himself in Lincoln Park, the location where he intimately proposed to historic empress, Olivier. Wearing a form-fitting, pink Armani dress shirt, its long sleeves folded up to his elbows, and stylish white pants supported by a personally customized Hermes belt, Don Andres silently seats himself on a park bench with the intention of using the serene setting for a mental distraction from current events. Briefly glancing downwards to his Rolex Yacht Master ll watch, the physically perfected Spaniard is cautious in controlling his erratic schedule, demanding that he soon resume his attempt at recruiting any who adopt opposing stances in response to the Registration Act.
@morte_knightfall: After a recent debacle with her former flame, Noah Addams, the violet eyed vixen receded into a far more quiet locale. After situating herself within a placid Los Angeles motel the voluptious vixen found herself roaming around Lincoln Park. Wearing slim fit denim jeans and a seventy's inspired halter top, the self assured trophy wife embraces natural bliss. And than as if destiny intended for cross pollination, the sight of Andres Knightfall became as clear as the evening sky. Striding forward into his direction the brash brunette took a seat beside this striking Spaniard. "Well hello there", she twirled her curls playfully as their eyes instinctively met, "Didn't picture you as the park type", she said with intentional shade.
@clara_mass: "There's much you don't know about me querida", casting a quick, charming wink in her direction. Mente de Dios - (Target Identified: Clarice, Last Encounter: Hellfire Club) "So, no longer looking to join high-society clubs it seems", a light tease in acknowledgement of their past meet.
@morte_knightfall: One of Tony's workers had been sitting in the park having a nice relaxing rest, when he saw one of the famous Knightfalls, he instantly started to call Tony and tell him, Tony had been quite eager to meet Andre. He made a fairly obvious call to Tony, telling him off Andres location.
Horizon spoke too today - Sir, The Knightfall is in Los Angels, ETA 5 Minutes if we set off now -
Tony was wearing his Prototype Mark Two Armour, just out of development. He shrugged as he spoke to Horizon his AI "Set a flight path, let's see this man" He swiftly rocketed out of his base, flying towards the park the man was located in, Upon arrival he landed just out of sight, he was going to try and perform his first ever Suit to skin transformation, the metal of his suit slowly filled his bones..He shook his head a little as it hurt, he needed to add some neurological pain dampeners for the future.
He looked at the man sitting down, strolling over he sat-next to him, turning his head as he spoke, giving a out for a shake "Name's Tony" He flashes a grin.
@morte_knightfall: "People change", she blushed accordingly, losing her train of thought momentarily. "Which is certainly correct if the rumors I've heard of the HFC are true", a direct reference to the struggle between supposed Kings and Queens.
@anthony_stark: The sound of advanced propulsion systems instantaneously caught the attention of Andres' highly elevated sensory perception. Escalated directional hearing coupled with the exotic ability to detect electric fields generated by muscular activity had readily identified an approaching individual and his exact location. Mente de Dios (Observational Analysis: Commenced). Somewhat preoccupied in himself, the Stylish Spaniard did not immediately acknowledge the engineering intellectual's abrupt presence, his charming, dark blue eyes briefly fixated on the aesthetic beauty of his personally customized Rolex Yacht Master ll watch. An instinctively charismatic smirk formed on the Armani clad Don's dashing face as he calmly diverted his attention to the arriving Tony. Assuming an aristocratic sitting position, he politely shakes Tony's hand, "Ah of course, Senor Stark, tis a... pleasure", pausing to introduce himself, "Andres. Andres Knightfall. But, I'm certain you already knew that. After all, why else would you be here, hmm?", chuckling softly, Tony was not the kind to be found regularly strolling in locations as common as Lincoln Park.
@clara_mass: A light chuckle escaped him in response to her reference to the Hellfire Club, not out of pride in his actions, but finding humor in her statement regarding the shambled state of the extravagant club of vaunted elitism. "Tis true senora, the HFC is sadly no more". Pausing, he calmly turns her body in her direction, smirking charmingly as he flirtatiously tilted his head somewhat to the side, perfectly cultivating an atmosphere of powerful allure, "My dear I hope that you did not come this way to speak of things of past". His demeanor and flirtatious mannerisms however, held no underlying intentions, he was engaged to an empress who has truly captivated him, this was simply his way of having fun.
Horizon spoke to Tony through their mental connection with the newly developed Peak Serum now allowing his entire Armour and AI to be stored inside of his body - "Sir, I will begin the initial observation of the target, expect interference however, I am picking up strong technological figures from him, that is also noted"
Tony firmly shook the mans hand before raising his eyebrows, and leaning back into the seat peacefully "But yes, It is my pleasure, really...I have been meaning to speak to you, I have heard great things" He nodded to himself thoughtfully "Call me Tony - I prefer casual naming" He smiled charmingly "Now what brings me here...I have become..fixated on this recently, I am trying to stop a genocidal war, now. The Registration act, What stance on this troubling matter do you take?"
@morte_knightfall: She enjoyed his little charade meant solely for women, but his words withheld truth. "My condolences", she pouted sarcastically as the mere though of fancy people fighting coursed through her beautiful mind. Nevertheless the wicked witch of the east leaned back against a cold stricken bench. "I thought I'd let you know that's exactly what I was doing". Her smile stretched from ear to ear as she slid closer to her male counterpart. Miss Michelle licked her lips as slow as one possibly could, before continuing their riveting conversation. "Letting go of the past and aiming for the future. Speaking of which...when is the wedding?", her knack for knowing things was surely unsettling.
@anthony_stark: Attempted observation of his biological being would offer little results, Mente de Dios' defensive settings were quick to commence operation under detected attempted observation. (Observational Attempts Detected, Activating False Technological Presentation). "Have you now?", pausing to briefly admire the flawless frame of a passing brunette. "Well mi amigo, my answer is simple. I do not support it", he clarified.
@clara_mass: Shrugging nonchalantly in response to the lack of sincerity in her initial statement, Andres' vibrantly colored eyes briefly glanced downwards, catching sight of her moist lips, a charming chuckle escaping him. Teasingly rubbing her lower lip with his right index finger, he calmly halted before silently retreating into his seat, "Soon my dear, it will be soon. So I assume you know of my fiancee, a hermosa one she is".
Horizon - "Sir, he is not putting up resistance, Contrary to what his technology allows , I am going to attempt to dig deeper into his tech, utilizing the satellites above us magnifying the intensity"
Stark spoke as he too, noticed the brunette, He grinned as he saw Morte's eyes divert then go back to him "I have heard stories...tell me more about, your involvement with the HFC butchery?"
( That was you right? )
@morte_knightfall: She dismissed his playfulness, in fear of entrapment, and giggled instead. "I wish you luck with this wedding", she sincerely admitted, "It's not so often two people actually fall for one another". Opening his palm the vindictive woman traced a star with her manicured index finger. An indication of sorts of how she pictured herself to be. "FYI I'm trying this thing called making friends so I apologize if I'm not doing it right", she said with a chuckle. Even with openness one had to wonder if an underhanded trick lied beneath the surface.
@anthony_stark: While his futuristically advanced zepto-technology based system occupied Stark's attempted observations with false presentations regarding the actual, intricately concealed technology within Andres' body, the Charismatic Catalan's attention was drawn back to the Pro-Registration representative. "Ah that. I'd rather not", nonchalantly dismissing the subject, smirking charismatically, "Besides, I'm sure you know all about it, no?". While he harbored remorse for his actions against the Hellfire Academy, he did not harbor any in his defiance against the villain-infested ranks of the Hellfire Club. "But we both know why you are really here. You are the public face of the Registration Act, quite risky of you, Senor Stark. I will not side with you in this. But I do advise that you attempt to prevent any potential war, for the sake of the people".
@clara_mass: "Its not so often you meet the right woman", casting a quick, instinctively alluring wink in her direction. "Olivier, she is a diosa", a brief smile of genuine happiness flashing into existence as thoughts of his headstrong fiancee manifested in his mind. "Tis not too terrible a try my dear. Better than your boy, Noah", chuckling softly before retreating his hand from her touch.
"That is exactly why I am here, is it true..you committed a form of genocide in that HFC scenario...that would, break the laws set out and make you a national criminal....You want to save the Mutants, and then butcher them? Now please, Elaborate on that" He gave an annoyingly authoritative smile. "I will do my best to save all of the Meta's, I am on the side that thinks they need to be protected, rather than forced to join - Forces are at play, forces that will see all Meta-Humans killed, I am more than sure you are aware"
@morte_knightfall: "Funny, you never gave me a try", crossed legs and a look of disappointment for a man worth any woman's time. Clarice Michelle than taps her lips with gentle fingertips as the mentioning of Noah tickles her fancy the wrong way. She sprung upright with clenched fists. Nerves pulsating as troubling memories flood past mental blocks. "He can be a childish at times but his love has always been pure", she became very much unsettled by his mockery of a man he hardly even knows. Clasping her hands together the brash beauty calms her tone quickly. "It's me who cannot return such undivided love". After touching his flawless flesh the reality-warper retained a gist of his recent life events. One of which included a visit to the prestigious Addams Estate. "But enough about love lets talk about something far more serious. Registration or is that too touchy?" Like a serpent she entangles herself around her prey. Knowing everything was sorta her forte.
@anthony_stark: "No it isn't", calmly denying Tony's statement with nonchalant poise. In fact his only crime was doing battle with his former flame Alexandra, he himself did not attack the Academy. "Tis interesting though, it occurred in places outside your jurisdiction. The culprit cannot be touched by US law enforcement", almost taunting Stark with the information, a calm chuckle escaping him as he did so. "Gracias for you time, Senor Stark", smirking charismatically before departing in what could either be technologically-augmented teleportation or simply his chilling, peerless speed.
@clara_mass: "You would have liked that, wouldn't you?", the charming, alluring gaze of his captivating eyes meeting hers as he briefly strokes the side of her cheek before retreating once again from instinctive mannerisms. "As much as I enjoy speaking about my lovely fiancee, tis not a problem senora. What about the Registration?", adopting a more serious demeanor as opposed to his perpetually flirtatious one.
@morte_knightfall: "Of course. I like excitement", the seductive, captivating glare often entraps men of any stature yet it didn't work in this case. In fact Mister Knightfall had never shown any proper interest. Saddening for any other damsel in distress but a missed opportunity from the perspective of Miss Michelle. "Tell me why I shouldn't arrest you", she said jokingly, showing off her pearly white teeth. Another factoid uncovered just a few days ago which begs the question, just how insane is this man.
@clara_mass: "Perhaps in another life my dear", casting a quick charismatic wink, conveying his artificially teasing intent. "You should meet my fiancee though, she is... unique to say the least. The beauty of a diosa, and the strength of a dios", chuckling softly to himself, thoughts of his dearest Olivier manifesting warmth within him. A calm smirk forms instinctively in response to Clarice's jest, "Because nobody can, querida", he continued, "I would not blame you for taking an interest in the... president's affairs".
@armistice: Though she hadn't intended, he was quickly becoming a favoured person. Unlike all others she'd come across, he seemed genuinely concerned for her welfare. Seemingly more concerned on lightening him up than the situation at hand, she gave a simple shrug and an endearing smile. "Hey, whatever you wanna do, it's fine by me. You obviously know how it all works, and whatever you've got is probably better than the current situation."
Taking out his customized tablet he quickly found a suitable (meaning 4 star) hotel and prepaid a room for the next three months, making sure to credit her account with a $5,000 balance to allow for constant room service. The idea of her stumbling around the streets looking for her next meal was inexcusable, even if the effort was unknown to him wasted. At the same time he established an account for her at the most convenient bank with an initial balance of $10,000, paying with plastic would be far easier than using cash, too many would attempt to rob the blind girl.....well blind.
- "There is a very well reviewed hotel a few blocks from here that now has a room with your name on it, I took the liberty of prepaying three months but if you feel the need to move on, no loss. I have left a balance so you can just eat there, or drink all the tea in china to your hearts content. Tomorrow a courier will drop off a debit card at the front desk, this should help you get on your feet."
To a bystander these amounts of money being thrown out to a complete stranger would look overly generous, but if they actually knew his personal net worth they would quickly realize he probably had more lost between the couch cushions. That and the girl had him curious, there was something different about her and he did not want to see her taken advantage of.
@morte_knightfall: "Another life? You sound like an old soul", she ignorantly played with her curls, presenting an image of disinterest. "If what you say is true than visit my estate with her in tow. It's about time I use my fine china for some real company", she smiled warmly before reverting to her holier than thou persona. Mere mentioning of the prodigious president reminded the brash broad of their previous intimate interaction. "The president has been really happy as of late", an underhanded dig for anyone aware of Mister Ziev's personal preference, "My interest however is an insatiable desire. I like knowing stuff. Like why bother opposing the law?"