who calls me from the other side of the street?

[bluepurrymuffin]

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

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[bluepurrymuffin]

He's hastily cut off by the impact of a large blue fist to his nose. "Now now, Mr. Blake, let's not be hasty! You should understand immediately that I'm here to help a poor, pathetic simpleton such as yourself."

He sniffs the air with a vile grin. "Milk. Of course it's milk. You've become a parody of yourself, do you know that?"

[bluepurrymuffin]

Hank plants a foot square in the middle of Thomas' chest, then shifts his weight on it, leaning forward and in to look the man in the face. "Revenge? How amusing! The pitiful thing believes he could ever warrant revenge!"

He moves the other foot around to Thomas' head, pushing it to the side and exposing his neck, resting a toeclaw along his jawline. Reaching into his coat, he pulls out the black case and the syringe and bottle of ketamine within, preparing to fill one with the other. "But therein lies the problem, doesn't it? Here is this weak, pathetic excuse for a man, who goes around pretending to be a cat!" He looks back down at Thomas and gives him a look of false gravity. "Nothing short of appropriation, little kitten. We cats have our own good name to uphold, so our options are to either kill you..."

And here he leans in again, this time shifting his weight to that claw against the man's throat. "...Or we can make you worthy of the name."

LATER, SEE WHAT'S ON THE SLAB

[bluepurrymuffin]

In the deepest recesses of the Institute's subbasement, there's a laboratory Hank's made his private workspace for the time being. Nothing terribly fancy, but at least it's clean...for the most part

[indentcision]

Outside the Institute, the first thing Harvey had noticed was how relatively deserted the area was at this hour. Good, because that's why he'd picked this place to go. He was only freshly out of NOHoPE, and his old haunts were probably crawling with Bats. They loved their "patrols", and Harvey wasn't interested in getting thrown back in when he had no desire to commit any crimes. He was a new man. He belonged out here, where he was free.

The second thing he noticed was the trail of blood on the ground, leading into the building. See? This was why he belonged out here. He flipped his coin, noting the affirmative answer it gave him for investigating, and followed it cautiously. He held out one of his guns, prepared just in case any psychopaths (or the Joker) were lurking in the shadows of the dark school.

He followed and followed, and stood by a door the blood went behind and listened, though he didn't need to -- the screams were audible from feet away and prickled the hair on the back of Harvey's neck. God."Psych yourself up, Harv

[bluepurrymuffin]

"What the--?" He'd been too busy, he should've smelled this new intruder. But then, he'd surrounded himself with some rather overpowering aromas, so maybe he wouldn't have either way. He wheeled about, knocking over the tray with his tools. Accidentally, of course, or at least that was the intended way for it to appear. The only indication that it may have been calculated was the relatively undisturbed state of the pans next to it, the ones with more vital organs in them.

Hank rose to his full height and crossed his arms, waving the scalpel that was still in his hand in admonishment. "Now now, one shouldn't interrupt such a delicate procedure. One wrong slip," here cutting the air with the scalpel demonstrably, "and who knows what could go wrong!"

[indentcision]

Harvey let his eye sweep the room, narrowing at Hank. He raised his gun with a hand only shaking slightly, trying not to look at Thomas.

"Get away from him. Just -- move aside! Don't touch him!" He gestured with the gun, pulling the hammer back to show he meant business. "You've clearly done more than enough."