WHO: Thomas Blake and Hank McCoy. Harvey Dent drops in later, possibly with company
WHERE: From Blake's home to the subbasement of the Xavier Institute
WHEN: Late Monday evening
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, horrific imagery
SUMMARY: Under the influence of the Black Mist, Hank has taken a very personal offense at Blake's lack of actual cat-like features. And so, he's taken upon himself to solve this problem.
FORMAT: para to start, whatever after
It hadn't taken
Hank long to find the residence, his target, as easily as he could fall prey to those in the City, didn't seem inclined to take precautions against it. So much the better, he thought as he crept up to the window.
He took a black leather case out of his bag, unzipped it to check its contents, then smiled to himself before closing it again and slipping the thing into his pocket. He then dropped his bag there on the ground and straightened his tie, as one should always maintain a proper sense of decorum in these proceedings. A little brushing off of the coat, must keep everything neat and tidy.
And so, with no further ado, he planted his feet on the windowsill and used them to rip it nearly off its hinges and swing himself through.