Energy Conduit
Energy Conduit: Standard
My kind are put together by the beliefs of others.. we are an outlet, a channel for that belief and determination. Even as I avenge her death it is the dying wish of that small child that gives me my essence and my form.
Angel's Touch
Magnetism: Supreme
- Ranged Attack Only
- Area Affect
- Target Seeker
- Ranged and Melee Attack
The first one I find isn't far.. he runs the scrapyard where I was concieved.. born in a shower of broken machinery. An investigation was of course expected.. and he found more than he sought. A gesture crushes the gun he carries, smashing the metal in around his hand even as a thought uses the iron in his blood to hurl him into the center of the yard. I can see the terror as he looks upon me.. and that somehow, someway, he KNOWS why I am here. And with a final contemptuous wave he is crushed in a sea of tumbling steel.
Flight
Flight: Superior
The metal around me shudders, and I tear two large pieces away, folding and manipulating them as I walk towards the front of the scrapyard. I feel them contact my shoulder blades, sinking through the human looking skin to fuse with the cold steel beneath. I flex my new additions once, twice.. and take to the air.
Angel's Will
Matter Animation: Supreme
- Ranged Attack Only
- Target Seeker
- Multi-Attacks
- Ranged and Melee Attack
Gazing about at the iron graveyard I stand in, I come to a descision. A steel plate tears and compresses, folding into a serpentine length of overlapping metal scales. Gazing at my newly formed creation I focus on the images I found in the child's mind.. finding her murderer's accomplice. There.. his face burns into my mind and I imprint his image into the serpent. "Find him." I say to the construct and release it, sending it slithering off into the storm.
Ethereal Self
Phasing: Superior
I feel a slight twinge after the hours pass. The rain has stopped now.. not that I care. What I do care about is that my construct has found who I was searching for. There.. to the west. I begin to run at first.. my form passing through the obstacles in my path, for a short while becoming a phantom as substantial as the dreams I represent. I phase through the final wall of the scrapyard and look about.. and take flight towards the sense of my construct.
The Seed of a Nightmare
Illusion Creation: Supreme
I find my prey lurking in a rundown apartment.. my contruct having located him not 15 minutes ago. I stare at him through the window.. see him start to gaze about the room, sweat appearing on his brow as fear starts to eat away at him. My power flexes.. a ghost of motion dances across the edge of his vision. I watch him spin to try and spot it.. and find nothing. I have planted the seeds of nightmares within his mind.. small images.. fleeting.. but enough to start building up his fear and paranoia. He deserves this... he deserves more than this... he deserves suffering beyond all measure... and he shall get it.
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