[Though the extra agility might help them both, Morph is still moving almost faster than sight. They whiff the first sped-up punch, but then drop to a crouch, a quick leg sweep succeeding in knocking Scott to the ground.
What Kotone had to say doesn't go unnoticed - in fact, it only makes Morph see red. Don't get to? After all the suffering, all the shit they'd gone through, hadn't they earned it? When would it ever be enough? But Morph has Scott right where they want him, and it draws their focus, gives them a place to direct all that pent-up rage.
Morph's skin ripples, and their form changes again - and this time, it's nothing familiar. It's something more out of a nightmare. They grow nearly as tall as Colossus, if not as large, skin fading to a more stark shade of white, eyes outlined in dark rings. Below, their nose is still barely there, but their mouth is borrowed from Mister Sinister, sporting black lipstick and rows of sharp teeth. They've grown Spiral's extra limbs, giving them a total of three pairs of arms whose fingers all end in ridiculously long, sharp metal nails courtesy of Lady Deathstrike.
But if that is eye-catching, so are the 'clothes' they're wearing now, an arrangement of body parts in a parody of an outfit. Sprouting from their upper back are wrists and the attached hands, fingers spread out fan-like around the back of their neck, a macabre version of an standing collar. Multiple arms have sprouted from their spine, folding around their shoulders and torso to link fingers together, hugging their body in the shape of a vest. What obscures the lower half of their body takes the vague appearance of skirt, but formed out of halves of arms and legs of varying lengths, knees and elbows bent downward to create a 'ruffle' at their hips, the feet and hands dangling at the ends. The arms are melded together in such a way that only the digits are left free, and those digits are moving, slowly flexing and wriggling. Morph is otherwise barefoot, except for inch-long spurs of bone sticking out of the heels of their feet and adding somewhat to their increased height.
It's a strain like nothing they've felt while shifted before, but the gnosia was guiding them, and it also made them feel more powerful than ever.]
ENOUGH! I'm ending this!
[With gritted teeth, Morph plunges their clawed hands down at Scott's chest, all six of them.]
cw: suicidal + body horror, instructions to chill unclear, failed step one
What Kotone had to say doesn't go unnoticed - in fact, it only makes Morph see red. Don't get to? After all the suffering, all the shit they'd gone through, hadn't they earned it? When would it ever be enough? But Morph has Scott right where they want him, and it draws their focus, gives them a place to direct all that pent-up rage.
Morph's skin ripples, and their form changes again - and this time, it's nothing familiar. It's something more out of a nightmare. They grow nearly as tall as Colossus, if not as large, skin fading to a more stark shade of white, eyes outlined in dark rings. Below, their nose is still barely there, but their mouth is borrowed from Mister Sinister, sporting black lipstick and rows of sharp teeth. They've grown Spiral's extra limbs, giving them a total of three pairs of arms whose fingers all end in ridiculously long, sharp metal nails courtesy of Lady Deathstrike.
But if that is eye-catching, so are the 'clothes' they're wearing now, an arrangement of body parts in a parody of an outfit. Sprouting from their upper back are wrists and the attached hands, fingers spread out fan-like around the back of their neck, a macabre version of an standing collar. Multiple arms have sprouted from their spine, folding around their shoulders and torso to link fingers together, hugging their body in the shape of a vest. What obscures the lower half of their body takes the vague appearance of skirt, but formed out of halves of arms and legs of varying lengths, knees and elbows bent downward to create a 'ruffle' at their hips, the feet and hands dangling at the ends. The arms are melded together in such a way that only the digits are left free, and those digits are moving, slowly flexing and wriggling. Morph is otherwise barefoot, except for inch-long spurs of bone sticking out of the heels of their feet and adding somewhat to their increased height.
It's a strain like nothing they've felt while shifted before, but the gnosia was guiding them, and it also made them feel more powerful than ever.]
ENOUGH! I'm ending this!
[With gritted teeth, Morph plunges their clawed hands down at Scott's chest, all six of them.]