No complaints, except that the body of Ryan still acts like Pain, even if the goo is removed. He wouldn't have been sad or asked anyone to kill him, even if the goo got blasted away. In fact, he wouldn't ask anyone to kill him even if he were to be Ryan again, but that will be explained later.
[sup]Also, determining what Pain / Ryan says is considered character control. It would have been better to simply state that Reggie blasted the goo away, and then let me determine what he saw / heard. Just a friendly heads up
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[sup]Also, determining what Pain / Ryan says is considered character control. It would have been better to simply state that Reggie blasted the goo away, and then let me determine what he saw / heard. Just a friendly heads up
"Like what you see?" the body said gleefully, taking a swing at Reggie as he jumped away. The blackness reformed around him, bulging and rippling as fake veins pulsed over seemingly immense muscles.
Pain grinned, tentacles of goo shooting out in random directions and killing soldiers as he continued to rise up out of the ground, growing with each passing second. Bullets and other various projectiles continued to slam into him, but to no avail. There was an order to arm grenades, but where the blast should have ripped him apart, the goo just hardened, resisting the blows completely.
"I underestimated you, Reggie. Who'd have thought you'd team up with The Man." Pain's deep, guttural voice boomed off the buildings around them. As he said this, each Company soldier received his own special little gift, then exploded in a burst of blood. The humvee behind him was latched on to by several huge arms, and lifted into the air.
"And I see you've brought another one of your little shits with you." he muttered, as he felt one of the arms sliced off by an incredibly sharp, durable edge. Turning slightly, he leered at the metal man for a moment. Then the humvee turned to goo, wrapping around him, and before he could cut through it, had compressed and then let the pressure loose, sending the bearded inmate rocketing in a brilliant arch over the adjacent building and out of sight.
"You do know that you're being played, right?" he said, as the car Reggie was hiding behind was suddenly turned to goo and sucked into the earth. "The Company, and this entire city, have no love for supers. As soon as they realize you can't help them capture me, they'll turn on you. It's a ploy. But at least you got a nice suit." The ground in a wide circle beneath the telekinetic man dropped away, replaced by the dark, gelatinous blackness. It reached upwards and wrapped around his body and limbs, hardening and condensing, but most importantly, getting heavier. Dragging him down.
"In fact, they're probably already on their way to get you now." Pain said with a leer and a smack of his lips, sending dark droplets of fluid spraying across Reggie's face. He leaned forward, licking the air in a sickly fashion, then stopped, and turned to look towards a nearby alley. A pale, rather crazy looking man stood there, in a blue track suit, clapping his hands happily. His disheveled brown hair looked like it had been dipped in hair gel and then sifted through several blenders. Not to mention it was filled with a week's worth of grease.
"Hold that thought, pumpkin." Pain said nonchalantly over his shoulder, holding a finger up to Reggie in the manner a parent might do to their child. Then he moved slowly towards the newcomer, a bemused smile touching his ugly head as he leaned closer, looming over the crazy clapping man. Thin, black tendrils rose from the ground and drifted around, as if examining the effects this newfound creature had on the environment.
"My my. You're a very special piece of work, aren't you?"