10-26-2014, 09:06 PM
"The guards, da?" Nik said, assuming what his role would be. Take out the threat, let the others slip by. They could handle the maniac in the fortress. He could help the citizens escape; a more-or-less human shield. Nik stretched again, rolled his shoulders, and took off his shirt; most of the girls were too focused on their plans to notice, which he was glad for this time. Guardian had warned him about accidentally showing off. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smirked. It started with his fingers - and his toes, though they were concealed in his sneakers. For him, the transformation always felt slow and quiet, like frost creeping up a window pane. He'd gotten better at controlling how quickly or slowly he armored up; he had spent hours in his room slowing the process, then speeding it up - even though it was only by a few milliseconds. To everyone else, the transformation was almost instantaneous. It was something he had been taught at his previous school, by a man much like himself - his previous mentor. People that watched always assumed it was a painful - that he twitched out of pain. To him, it was like his skin was being painted, first a dull grey then a glossy finish, with a very fine brush; it tickled him, causing him to shiver slightly every time. It was a wonderful feeling for him, like being wrapped in a warm coat in the middle of winter. He'd grown to love it. Still, a voice echoed in the back of his mind: monster.
He had been afraid, when he was younger, that something bad would happen when the metal reached his head; that he wouldn't be able to breathe. His fear had never been completely erased; he still would hold his breath for a brief second as the metal casing consumed him. His armored for made him appear more imposing, more of a threat. It added an inch to his height, and doubled his weight. He could run through a wall, if it was thin enough, and if he had a running start; it was not something he enjoyed doing. The downside though, was that his armor shined, and was thus very reflective. Sneaking around search-lights was something he had practiced for weeks. Bullets he could defend against, lasers just bounced back, but light made him a target; if he was hit with light, the team would be discovered.
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