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[CLOSED] got a colony of ants underneath my skin

Who: Morph and Douman, Marco, Scott, Kotone
Where: Around Aldrip
What: Closed event starters for gnosia!Morph being a menace.
Warnings: Violence, potential body horror. Further warnings will be marked.

(Stated days optional, if any of these need to be rearranged let me know! If you'd like to encounter Morph during the event please contact me at

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[Morph doesn't know what a gnosia is, but does it matter? They're different now. They've felt different ever since they saw the message on their tablet. Eliminate the gnosia. That's them, isn't it? Well, tough luck, because Morph has no intention of letting himself get taken out so easily. They hadn't spent years in the X-Men to let anyone hunt them down without a fight.

Being a shapeshifter should've made it easier to hide, if it weren't for the residents of Aldrip starting to look and act like someone needed to blow the dust out of their cartridges. Still, Morph has plenty of forms to choose from that the other Chosen wouldn't recognize, though the other mutants might. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. They weren't just feeling a growing sense of paranoia, but also something like a voice at the back of their mind, a tickling reminder that they had been betrayed before. Maybe now, this was their chance...

For now, Morph has been changing forms every couple of hours, just to make sure no one was following them. They stop next to a closed storefront to take a break, with a quick look both ways down the street before shifting from a masculine, human-looking brunette back to their natural form. Of course, nothing they shift into was going to change what other gnosia would know just by looking at them.]

[Overhead, there's a flash of metallic wings.

Morph has been searching from the air, and coming up frustrated. There are people they need to find, a drive fueled by fear and malice twisted into something that almost makes them feel nauseous. They had evolved into something else, and they knew all too well the inherent danger in being something other than human. More than mutant. There were other mutants here that would hurt them, knew how to hurt them, and Morph knew they couldn't trust their friends anymore. Not if they wanted to make sure that nothing could ever hurt them ever again.

It's near dusk and getting darker, and while this form has great eyesight they couldn't keep wearing it forever. Morph lands near the edge of a park, the form they're wearing more obvious now - it's a blue-skinned, blonde man with avian-shaped wings that look dangerously sharp - but in short order they shift back to their natural form, rubbing a hand over their face.]

I hate this, [they mutter to no one in particular.]

[Morph isn't doing well, but they're also as sharp as ever. The urge to kill has become maddening, like a living thing, clawing at the goop that makes up their insides. Though it's not wrong to say they'd do anything to make that feeling go away, they also have a purpose that's driving their efforts, that's turning their monstrous desire into the purer cause of revenge.

Scott had to die. This wasn't the same Scott that had a hand in ruining their life, but it didn't matter. Morph had been forced to hand him over once before, but now there was no Mister Sinister here tugging at their strings. They could do what they needed to do, and no one would be able to stop them.

They know the kid's been running around playing hero. The dwindling population makes it easier to spot the people running around. This time, Morph takes a cue from a fellow shifter, checking by air and perching on the edges of buildings in the form of a seagull. After spotting him, they follow Scott for a couple of blocks before hopping to the ground and shifting to a very particular form.]

Hey, Scott? Where'd you go?

[It's Kotone's voice that calls out to him, her light steps circling around a boarded-up building.]

[Him and Kotone agreed to split up just for a bit, scout around but never straying too far away from each other (that was the idea anyway). After all, it's dangerous as fuck to wander around Aldrip now without a guardian angel. So, it doesn't surprise him too much to hear his girlfriend, even if she sounds a little more worried than usual. Look, he's feeling that anxiety too, so he doesn't think twice before heading in the direction of 'her' voice.

After all, he wants to make sure she's doing okay too.]

Kotone? I'm over here. Is everything okay?

[Scott calls back without hesitation, eyes looking around and generally still being on high alert. He will always feel more safe when she's around, but she's not right here by his side. As such, he keeps a hand close to his glasses as he walks closer to the boarded-up building, trying to find a glimpse of the person he trusts the most here.]

Edited 2024-07-18 15:29 (UTC)

Mm-hmm!

[They step into view around the corner, the smile on their face widening at seeing Scott approaching. While Morph had only spoken to Kotone once, her almost ridiculously calm attitude had by far been her most obvious trait. They would have to make some guesses about the rest, but on the bright side, they wouldn't have to keep up the act for very long.]

We ought to go. It's really quiet here. I don't think there's a single person left on this block.

[That was a lie, of course; they just needed Scott within arm's length and not paying attention to them. There was no reason to face someone with lasers for eyes head on when a stab in the back would do. Morph had spent plenty of time thinking about how they were going to do it, and really, simple was best.]

[Scott immediately relaxes when Kotone steps into view, his hand lowering from his glasses seeing that she's okay. While the mutant is rather easygoing around most other people, there really is something more open and trusting about him right now, like he's completely let his guard down. They've been through so much together and it's not just this stupid situation, but other times as well. She fought him with at the Tower, they helped each other at the desert, and other things... plus he just loves her that much.

So, her comment only gets Scott to tilt his head with some curiosity, eyebrow arching. Kotone wants to go already? Guess if she finished searching, then there's no need to stick around...]

You've checked around that fast? I haven't finished exploring my end. [And just because it's quiet, it doesn't mean that there isn't anyone else around.]

Yeah, with so many places boarded up there wasn't a whole lot to check.

[They say it with complete nonchalance, another fib that wasn't out of the realm of possibility, but perhaps only half true. Morph knows the two of them had to be out here looking for their friends, or people to rescue, as stupid as that was. Sneaking into their home might've been more of a challenge for Morph, over approaching Scott out in the open like this.]

Let me help you look, and then we can finish up faster. It's kinda creepy how quiet it is out here.

[Morph is careful to say it with barely any emotion beyond their pleasant expression, making it more a statement of fact than a real concern.]

[Creepy...?]

...You're okay? [He continues to walk closer to her, that affectionate smile turning a little worried. It's just... he's never really heard her describe something in that way before, even though she's still smiling. But that's how Kotone usually deals with difficult situations, with a determined smile on her face that hides any deeper insecurities. They've promised to tell each other everything, of course, but Scott knows it's a little harder for her sometimes still.

So, the mutant finds himself trying to take on a more leader type role, hoping that he can get his girlfriend to open up a little right now. Maybe not the best time, but this is important to him. Checking on her. Even if she wasn't his girlfriend, it's important to know the status of your teammate, right?]

I know this past week has been pretty hard. [Friends being infected, not knowing who to trust. He's just happy that Kotone is still with him.]

[Wait, what was Scott doing now? Why weren't the two of them leaving? Stopping for a chat was exactly the opposite of what Morph wanted. They could feel the smile on their face straining, but they're working hard to keep it in place, as though they weren't concerned about the questioning at all.]

Sure I'm okay. It sucks a lot, but we're still here, and that means we can keep helping people.

[Like Morph cares about these kids running around and playing at heroics! Their irritation is only growing the longer they stand there. Objectively they know that being patient and stealthy is the best thing they can do, but their bloodlust has been denied for so long that restraining themself is far harder than the act they're putting on. Just hurry up and turn around, you stupid kid. Maybe I'll kill you faster if you aren't a total pain in the ass.]

C'mon, we can always talk about later. When we're back home, safe and sound.

It sucks a whole bunch.

[He slowly agrees, although uncertainty flashes across Scott's face. She's acting a little odd, not like alarmingly odd, but just enough where he can't fully put this behind him. Should they go back home after this...? They have a single heal and a single protect between them and they both agreed to keep on fighting each day if they have their powers still, but she's not fully herself right now.

It's honestly a nice thought to just stay home with her, to not deal with any of this, but Scott's still not gunning to go back home. He knows that neither of them are willing to just sit back if there's someone out there that they can protect or cure, even if they are tired and stuff. Kotone would definitely still immediately decline such a suggestion from him.]

Kotone, what's really bothering you? [His voice is still worried, but there's something a little more firm in his tone as well.]

[Something's wrong.

She should have met up with Scott already, if something hadn't stopped him. She hadn't heard anything, but that honestly means nothing with the way the Gnosia can attack. Kotone's doubling back, retracing her steps with quick, light movements like she might use for chasing a Shadow through Tartarus. The sound of Scott's voice as she enters an alley to cut through brings a slight, relieved smile to her face -- one that fades instantly with a spike of true fear at the sound of her own voice, coming from the same direction as Scott's.

One hand goes to her heart as the other drops to the holster at her waist; in daily life, she usually keeps her Persona-summoning Evoker hidden in a holster under her skirt, but this is a mission. She has to be able to grab it in a heartbeat.

Peeking out from the alley, she's struck by a sudden premonition, the knowledge that any second, that thing that looks like her is going to try to kill Scott. The hand on her heart squeezes more tightly as she steps out from the alleyway and tries for one of her normal smiles, though exhaustion tugs it down just a bit at the corners. The fake her has to attack so she can protect Scott, and she'll be ready for it.]

Hey. Sorry, am I interrupting?

[The moment, the second it looks like the not-Kotone is going to attack, she'll be ready to drop a protective, semi-translucent veil around Scott to protect him.]

[It's a good call, because as soon as the real Kotone's voice rings out from nearby, Morph shifts one hand to sport a set of Wolverine's claws. Scott was still standing close, close enough to wound or kill, so without missing a beat Morph lunged forward and took a swipe at him -

Only for the claws aimed at Scott's face to hit the veil instead, bouncing harmlessly off of it. Morph couldn't mimic real adamantium, and whatever power this was stood up well to the steel that their body was actually able to approximate.]

No, no! Just stand there and DIE!

[That scream of rage is still in Kotone's voice, for the time being.]

[All of her breath comes out in a rush as several things happen at once. Claws emerge, but that's not a Gnosia attack. Not yet, anyway. Her Evoker is pointed to her temple and she pulls the trigger without hesitation. Her head snap sharply sideways with the force of the impact and blurs her vision of how Morph actually attacks. Claws mean physical, though, and that means she was right to think Tetrakarn as a physical shield.

Opheus Telos appears behind her to cast his protective spell on Scott, and then Kotone's running in to join her boyfriend.]

I think she's Gnosia! We gotta restrain her!

Edited (ok last edit sorry) 2024-07-23 01:46 (UTC)

[Scott barely has time to comprehend the arrival of a second Kotone, the actual one (it's really so obvious now), before the imposter in front of him swipes with claws that somehow don't look as foreign as they should be. There's a name that he wants to associate with them, but digging through memories and shit isn't really important right now, not as those pointed ends hit a barrier-- the only reason why he's able to react at all. For a brief moment, Scott stares with widened eyes, a flicker of red flashing behind his glasses from how close he was about to die, but as Morph's screams echo throughout the area, the mutant quickly snaps out of it.

Right, no standing around, they're dealing with a threat now. A gnosia attack. And it's--]

Morph-- that's Morph!

[They're the only shapeshifter that pops into his mind, not to mention that strange little familiarity seeing those claws. Maybe he'll explain later, but Scott lifts a hand over to his glasses, hesitating only slightly about using his full powers on another mutant. H-How durable is his future teammate? He doesn't want to kill them, even in this state.

Well, blast towards their legs, right? He'll start with that. He's always been more of a long ranged fighter and creating some distance might be helpful?? Besides, knocking Morph out is the same thing as restraining-- just long enough for him to use his heal on them. With that, he pulls his glasses up to let out those familiar red blasts, still slightly hard for him to control, but he aims at the direction of Morph's legs.]

[Seeing Kotone put a gun to her head but not die was bizarre enough on its own, but when they spot Scott reaching for his glasses their Danger Room training kicks in. Morph is already in motion before he fires off that blast, but Kotone's body isn't as nimble as the forms they're used to borrowing. They dance backwards and to the side, but the blast still sends their feet out from under them, knocking them onto the ground.]

Heh - heheheh! Those are some powers, Kotone! And here I thought you were normal!

[As Morph pushes themself back up to standing, they're growing bigger, skin hardening and becoming metallic. They're well over seven feet tall in Colossus' armored form, but better protected this way. Morph knows how much of a pain in the ass it is to fight against the optic blasts, and they have no clue what Kotone might be packing.]

Don't fight me! [They shout it in a voice that's now sporting a heavy Russian accent.] You don't know how much grief he's going to cause! If I end him now... then none of it will happen!

[Morph doesn't wait for a response. They turn and dig their metal fingers into the corner of a building, tearing off a large chunk of masonry and throwing it at the two. It's almost immediately followed by Morph breaking out into a run, charging at them, their footsteps heavy against the pavement.]

[It's not that Kotone had kept her powers from Morph out of an abundance of caution -- it's just that, like, there'd been no point to bring it up? It's a habit of hers, one that seems to be an advantage at the moment. It's almost funny to be thought of as normal.

But that's something to laugh about with Scott later.]

How do we fight Morph?!

[Kotone's seen Morph change from a chocobo to an idol to her and now to some giant statue-guy, so who knows what the shapeshifter is capable of! Is this new form metal, maybe? She takes a breath and braces herself, bringing her Evoker to her temple once again in preparation to summon another Persona. Then Morph says that, and she can't help but bristle.]

He's not your Scott! [Oh shit, that's a chunk of building. She scrambles out of the way, trusting Scott to dodge in the opposite direction, or blast the chunk out of the sky. Evoker back to her temple, she adds firmly,] My Scott isn't like yours! Odin!

[It's not that she's calling either Scott or Morph Odin, but rather summoning a different Persona with an accompanying crack of a lightning-based attack aimed directly at the attacking mutant, hoping to shock Morph to keep them still.]

Edited 2024-07-24 00:16 (UTC)

[It would be a little nice if he glitched into the Scott that Morph knows-- at least he would be familiar with the large armored man that's now standing in front of him! But no, this is his fight, and he can't just rely on some other version of himself to do this battle for him. Besides, he's the one that knows Kotone-- they fought and trained together and that's more important. It's going to be enough. It has to be.

At least focusing on that will also stop Scott from thinking more about what Morph is saying. Did he-- Scott hurt them too? He thought they were family... that's what they said to him over the network. A group misfits that stuck with each other. This is just the infection talking, right? No time to think about it at least.

Although he can't stop the way his heart beats a little faster hearing Kotone defend him.]

Hard to restrain someone that can turn into anything! We'll just knock them out!

[Brilliant strategy, ten out of ten. It's a little more difficult for Scott to be quick with his blasts, when he constantly has to put his glasses back on to see what's happening before taking them off once again to fire them off. Luckily, he still makes it in time to blast the large piece, those concussive beams breaking apart the chunk apart to let them land safely around them.

Maybe he'll be lucky and a piece will land on Morph or block their path.]

Edited 2024-07-24 16:51 (UTC)

[Another giant pops up behind Kotone when she does that thing with her gun (or is it a gun?), and Morph is completely unprepared for the bolt of lighting Odin throws. The electricity surges over and through their metal skin, spending sparks flying, rooting Morph to the spot as they roar out in pain. A few smaller chunks of masonry hit their shoulders and back, bending them over, and once the sparks have subsided it's more obvious that Morph didn't hold up to the attacks well. Their metal skin is starting to look almost like it's melting, drips of white goo forming down their face and arms.]

And what... what about his world's Morph? Will you leave them behind, too?! If Scott's not calling the shots, they would've brought me back! They would've buried me! LET ME REST!

[They rapidly shift forms again, shrinking down into the form of a man in a blue-and-white costume with a pure white shock of hair. They're only visible for a moment before they take off running, charging at Scott ridiculously fast. Morph can't match the speeds that Quicksilver can, but it's still fast enough that they're moving at a blur.]

[The feeling of thousands of ants crawling under his skin hasn't left him for days now. Douman didn't resist it, even though he knows that something was trying to influence him. He leaned into the sway instead, hoping that riding the wave might help him figure out what was behind it before it swallowed him. Like what he would do when he was still a human and trying to solve a particularly well-wrought curse.

He always works best when he's pissed off, anyway.

When the inhabitants of this 'world' start to act even weirder than usual, he notes it with almost satisfaction. Douman hadn't been too convinced of the tale everyone seems to be given, so seeing the 'statists' act like the energy powering them is fizzling out? It's validating. He still has no clue if this is some sort of pocket dimension trapping them, a curse, or some other elaborate something at work, but it's something to work with. Right now he knows two things: 1) some of the people here are real and 2) whoever is causing this has to be near, since it's nearly impossible to run such a big setup from afar. Maybe this is even the result of them trying to do just that. They also seem to like to get close and personal with their victims. That crime-nonsense was one thing, but if they think that they can just keep pressing his buttons by continuing to mess with the memory of his late rival... They've got another thing coming.

Nurarihyon might not be a youkai known for his cruelty, but maybe it's time to remind everybody that that is his choice and not something to rely on. Oh yes, somebody is going to pay for dragging him into this mess and underestimating him to the point where they're thinking that they can mess with him-- ]

WH- ?!

[His head jerks around as one of the 'NPCs' glitches into a familiar form for a moment. Tall, dark hair, white clothes, that constant insufferable smile.... The sight has his heart hammering in his chest and his fists clench so hard that his nails are digging into his skin.]

Abe no Seimei... ! [Douman knows it's a fake. Even though they bothered to copy the real one this time - picked that memory out of his mind, didn't they? Oh, he is going to reward them so well for doing that extra work - there is no way Douman would be fooled by a simple appearance like that. But that fake with the simlar scent and spirit energy, the fox and now this; they're clearly itching to make this personal! So why shouldn't he follow the breadcrumbs and see where they lead him. Let's see how well the wolf in sheep's clothing is hiding among the flock, and how tough they still are once he starts taking his mood out on them.... Mmmmmh, yeah, that sounds nice.

He barely bothers trying to take a swipe at the people as the image of Seimei glitches in and out over them, leading him on a merry wild goose chase through streets that are darker and more narrow than they were only days before. Is it an illusion or real? Unimportant. He doesn't care as his eyes finally catch the illusion do something else than just glitch like a faulty tv image. No, this time it shifts and that is all the hint he needs to know that he's found the real one. Finally. The perpetrator. Seimei. The one bringing Seimei back.

They are trying to bring Seimei back, but this time he isn't going to let them. Not even if they pretend to be the same. He just needs to kill... feel their warm blood cover his skin like Seimei's.... peel their mind open and take their knowledge and skill like he did his... ]

Nnnnnnngh! GET! OUT! OF! MY! HEAD!!!

[The curse sizzling within his kuji-kiri is too strong, making it too destructive for being used in a public street. But it's already too late. Douman's attack is searing in the form of a deadly grid of light right towards Morph, aiming to strip them from any spiritual power ...and quite possibly a lot of life if it hits.]

What the-?!

[Morph didn't have much warning. They looked up to see a masked man shouting, then seconds later the guy launched a strange attack, there were lasers everywhere -

It's part training, part instinct that has them jumping into the air, rapidly shifting, shrinking down into the form of a fluffy white cat. It's a form that's vulnerable, but small, small enough to twist through one of the holes of the grid, and as soon as their paws hit the pavement they use every ounce of the cat's agility to jump straight into the air -

And in seconds they shift again, this time taking Archangel's form, a man with blue skin and sharp metallic wings. A powerful beat of those wings lifts them into the air, where Morph grabs at the edge of the store's roof, hanging off of it with their feet planted on the wall below them. It's plenty of distance from that laser grid now, but they're pretty sure any longer as a cat would've scorched their fur off.]

What the HELL is your problem? Can't you see I'm on your side?!

[Morph knew it instinctively, somehow. They have no idea how they could possibly sense it, but they could tell that their attacker was also infected with such a bone-deep certainty that they know it as a fact.]

[Well, that strikes a little bit closer to home than Morph even realizes. Kotone herself has had that thought; after everything she'd gone through, all the loss she'd learned to accept, shouldn't she be allowed to rest? She'd laid down in preparation for it after a month of struggling to just exist, only to be hurled into this place more than a year ago.

But now isn't the time to think about that. The way Morph's goo-like skin seems to show through looks promising, but once they transform into something else, they're way too fast! Scott has enough trouble aiming his optic blasts at a moving target already, plus she has no idea if she can land a hit on something that fast, so-

Again her Evoker goes to her head, and with that same flash of blue light, Orpheus swims back into view behind her.]

People like us don't get to rest. Masukukaja!

[A boost to Agility for both her and Scott. In Tartarus, it had meant that foes were more likely to miss, or her teammates were more likely to evade or land hits. Maybe she's imagining it, but even in the real world like this, even if it's not as pronounced, she feels just that little bit lighter on her feet as she dashes toward Scott himself to get a little closer.]

Edited 2024-07-24 23:46 (UTC)

[As Scott places his glasses back on, he starts preparing himself to use his healing powers. Morph's on the ground with sparks emitting from their metal form, he has a chance-- but it's already too late, not as Morph's already starting to shift once more. Although, perhaps what's even more startling than that are the words that come from them.

.......

Morph wants to die? Do they really feel that way?? Hearing yet again someone sort of close to him experiencing death in some way gets Scott to swallow uncomfortably. Why is it that he keeps on meeting people like this? It's so exhausting. Draining.

Shake out of it, Summers. There's no time to think about it, especially not now. Not as Morph shifts into another unfamiliar person and bursts straight towards him. Oh fuck. He needs to get out of the way now--

The sudden boost to his own movements certainly help his legs to dodge out of the way, but maybe it still won't be enough to fully clear the other mutant's charge. After all, Morph is fast, moving quicker than anyone Scott's seen before.]

[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.]

Tsk! Again -! How vexing.

[The voice comes from above, only seconds before a heeled boot comes down dangerously close to Morph's fingers with a violence that can only be intentional. Even though Douman hadn't moved after his initial attack while their eyes had been on him, he is now on the ledge of the roof they are hanging from, staring down at them. He is still wearing the same gold-colored Okina noh mask as always, but the visible burning hunger in the cold eyes beneath it ruins the gentle carved smile of the old man's face.

Beneath them furniture crashes and glass keeps splintering as his curse digs itself deeper into the building before Douman cuts it off with a cutting swipe of his pointer and middle finger through the air in a typical Onmyoji fashion. He only wastes half a thought on how it's a good thing that the store had been closed and empty as he considers what to do with his catch.]

I really should adjust my grit to include animal shapes as well.

[He knows what they mean, though. He knows. But wouldn't that not be also a grand disguise? The culprit, sitting right among the victims, pretending to be one of them. He can't be certain. He needs to be certain. So he starts chanting a spell under his breath again.]

Is that so? I wonder . . .

[Morph gives a start, and it's less about their fingers and more that the creepy guy just appeared up on the roof with no indication at all. Was it super speed? Teleportation? Having that ability along with a bunch of lasers was already bad news, and what's more, Morph has no idea how they're doing it at all.

Not that they have much time to think about it. Morph is pretty sure the cat thing was the fastest that they've ever shifted forms before, and it was a near thing. Whatever that chanting is, they are not going to let it continue if they can help it.

Suddenly, they're growing much larger, their skin forming into metal plates as they take Colossus' form. Their fingers are no longer only clinging onto the roof but digging in, cracking the shingles in an effort to keep their increased weight hanging there for just a little longer.]

You are better off learning some manners!

[It's a heavy Russian accent they chide the masked stranger in before making a grab for his ankle. If Morph can get a hold of the guy, he's getting thrown straight to the ground, no questions asked. After that earlier display, they're not willing to play around.]

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