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28 November 2011 @ 08:20 pm
who calls me from the other side of the street?  
WHO: Thomas Blake and Hank McCoy. Harvey Dent drops in later, possibly with company
WHERE: From Blake's home to the subbasement of the Xavier Institute
WHEN: Late Monday evening
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, horrific imagery
SUMMARY: Under the influence of the Black Mist, Hank has taken a very personal offense at Blake's lack of actual cat-like features. And so, he's taken upon himself to solve this problem.
FORMAT: para to start, whatever after

It hadn't taken Hank long to find the residence, his target, as easily as he could fall prey to those in the City, didn't seem inclined to take precautions against it. So much the better, he thought as he crept up to the window.

He took a black leather case out of his bag, unzipped it to check its contents, then smiled to himself before closing it again and slipping the thing into his pocket. He then dropped his bag there on the ground and straightened his tie, as one should always maintain a proper sense of decorum in these proceedings. A little brushing off of the coat, must keep everything neat and tidy.

And so, with no further ado, he planted his feet on the windowsill and used them to rip it nearly off its hinges and swing himself through.
 
 
 
THOMAS BLAKE | | | CATMAN: peer
AT HOME
nine_tries on November 29th, 2011 06:10 am (UTC)
It’s a completely, utterly uneventful day for Thomas. A calm one, a good one. Lazily watching TV errs a little bit too much of the “uncomfortably close to the past” side, but one day is harmless. Safe. Fumbling around the kitchen, he’s interrupted by a bang. A shatter, from the living room.

The glass of milk falls from his hands and spills across the tile as Thomas rushes, sprints to investigate the noise, panic catching in his chest along with a dreaded sense of déjà vu. And he. Pauses, when he turns the corner and sees Hank, despite the ruined window, the change in atmosphere.

“What are you doing here―
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Might I just add...bluepurrymuffin on November 29th, 2011 06:58 am (UTC)
He's hastily cut off by the impact of a large blue fist to his nose. "Now now, Mr. Blake, let's not be hasty! You should understand immediately that I'm here to help a poor, pathetic simpleton such as yourself."

He sniffs the air with a vile grin. "Milk. Of course it's milk. You've become a parody of yourself, do you know that?"
THOMAS BLAKE | | | CATMAN: punchednine_tries on November 29th, 2011 07:05 am (UTC)
The punch, out of goddamn nowhere, knocks him down flat. It's more of the shock that's hurting at the moment, but the wet, loud sniff he gives is undeniable.

"You," he starts, slowly pushing himself up. "You decided you wanted revenge now?"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Um.bluepurrymuffin on November 29th, 2011 07:49 am (UTC)
Hank plants a foot square in the middle of Thomas' chest, then shifts his weight on it, leaning forward and in to look the man in the face. "Revenge? How amusing! The pitiful thing believes he could ever warrant revenge!"

He moves the other foot around to Thomas' head, pushing it to the side and exposing his neck, resting a toeclaw along his jawline. Reaching into his coat, he pulls out the black case and the syringe and bottle of ketamine within, preparing to fill one with the other. "But therein lies the problem, doesn't it? Here is this weak, pathetic excuse for a man, who goes around pretending to be a cat!" He looks back down at Thomas and gives him a look of false gravity. "Nothing short of appropriation, little kitten. We cats have our own good name to uphold, so our options are to either kill you..."

And here he leans in again, this time shifting his weight to that claw against the man's throat. "...Or we can make you worthy of the name."
THOMAS BLAKE | | | CATMAN: fearnine_tries on November 29th, 2011 08:02 am (UTC)
He's trembling. He knows he's trembling, and he eyes the syringe with dread. He knows how this goes, he knows how torture flourishes, he's played this game before. The danger on his throat, the weight on his chest, only make his breathing more shallow.

"You'll have to," Thomas whispers, all too aware of what that his foot could do to him. "Be more specific than that, McCoy." The first thought of what it could be, what he's planning, is not a possibility. It isn't.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Can't be overly concerned at the moment!bluepurrymuffin on November 30th, 2011 07:46 am (UTC)
Hank spreads his hands from his sides, somewhere between a shrug and a challenge. "You want to be a cat, little kitten, than that's precisely what I'll make of you! Something to be proud of, instead of dropped in a bag at the bottom of the river, which is where you'd be headed otherwise."
THOMAS BLAKE | | | CATMAN: realisenine_tries on November 30th, 2011 07:49 am (UTC)
"Can't we―" he licks his suddenly dry lips. "There has to be some sort of compromise we can make. You don't have to do this."

"You can let me go."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Genius may overrule humility at times.bluepurrymuffin on November 30th, 2011 08:22 am (UTC)
"Let you go?" He takes some of that weight of Blake's neck, rising up for a hearty laugh. "Oh no, no no no no no. I hardly think that will be an option at this point. Like I said, the alternative is the same as one would dispose of any other unwanted kitten!"
THOMAS BLAKE | | | CATMAN: baddienine_tries on November 30th, 2011 07:03 pm (UTC)
Thomas opens his mouth to, he doesn't know, plead, but the sudden lack of force on his neck gives him force.

He pushes his shoulder, neck and head in a desperate burst, and snaps at Hank's bare foot, using all the strength of his jaw.
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: This is UNTENABLE.bluepurrymuffin on December 1st, 2011 06:38 am (UTC)
He roars in pain before kicking him in the head with the other foot until he let go, then hurriedly sticks the syringe in the bottle and fills it the whole way. "Kitten still has some teeth on him, doesn't he? ell, such rude behavior simply won't be tolerated!"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Upon further examination...
LATER, SEE WHAT'S ON THE SLAB
bluepurrymuffin on November 30th, 2011 08:12 am (UTC)
In the deepest recesses of the Institute's subbasement, there's a laboratory Hank's made his private workspace for the time being. Nothing terribly fancy, but at least it's clean...for the most part.

He'd caught the lion earlier, and it was keeping the thing from decomposing while he was still working with it that was the main priority. He'd already rummaged through for the best parts earlier, the ones he needed. Those being on ice, whatever the rest of the carcass decided to do was of little concern, so he left it on the counter and took incremental notes on its progress.

Blake had proven to be a most inconvenient patient, not very cooperative in the least! Trying to keep him gagged was really the most difficult part, and the scream was so annoying to deal with when he was just trying to work. Blake had curiously bitten through everything he'd tried sticking in his mouth, making the dental work an insurmountable chore. He'd eventually had to keep his mouth open manually with his hands, while operating with his toes. He almost regretted foregoing the general anaesthetic. He'd finally found a sturdy enough brace to anchor Blake's mouth open, but that remarkable jaw strength was sure to weaken it eventually.

He'd already done a commendable job, but Hank McCoy was never one to leave a job half-done. Which is why he was currently perched over Blake while the other man's ribcage was split open and one of his lungs shifted inside, its slack being picked up by the breathing machine, all to expose his still-beating, still-human heart. The one he'd removed from the fellow feline was resting in a pan at the side, just waiting for the procedure to call for it.

So Hank took up his scalpel and moved to make the incisions he'd need to finish this transplant.
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): harv ✪ this road was paved byindentcision on November 30th, 2011 10:37 am (UTC)
Outside the Institute, the first thing Harvey had noticed was how relatively deserted the area was at this hour. Good, because that's why he'd picked this place to go. He was only freshly out of NOHoPE, and his old haunts were probably crawling with Bats. They loved their "patrols", and Harvey wasn't interested in getting thrown back in when he had no desire to commit any crimes. He was a new man. He belonged out here, where he was free.

The second thing he noticed was the trail of blood on the ground, leading into the building. See? This was why he belonged out here. He flipped his coin, noting the affirmative answer it gave him for investigating, and followed it cautiously. He held out one of his guns, prepared just in case any psychopaths (or the Joker) were lurking in the shadows of the dark school.

He followed and followed, and stood by a door the blood went behind and listened, though he didn't need to -- the screams were audible from feet away and prickled the hair on the back of Harvey's neck. God.

"Psych yourself up, Harv," he muttered to himself. It had been a long time since he'd been in this position. He probably could use back-up, but it was obviously too late to do anything but fling open the door and say, "What in double hell is going on in here?"
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: I'm not quite sure how to respond...bluepurrymuffin on December 1st, 2011 06:33 am (UTC)
"What the--?" He'd been too busy, he should've smelled this new intruder. But then, he'd surrounded himself with some rather overpowering aromas, so maybe he wouldn't have either way. He wheeled about, knocking over the tray with his tools. Accidentally, of course, or at least that was the intended way for it to appear. The only indication that it may have been calculated was the relatively undisturbed state of the pans next to it, the ones with more vital organs in them.

Hank rose to his full height and crossed his arms, waving the scalpel that was still in his hand in admonishment. "Now now, one shouldn't interrupt such a delicate procedure. One wrong slip," here cutting the air with the scalpel demonstrably, "and who knows what could go wrong!"
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): luck has run dryindentcision on December 1st, 2011 07:55 am (UTC)
Harvey let his eye sweep the room, narrowing at Hank. He raised his gun with a hand only shaking slightly, trying not to look at Thomas.

"Get away from him. Just -- move aside! Don't touch him!" He gestured with the gun, pulling the hammer back to show he meant business. "You've clearly done more than enough."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Can't be overly concerned at the moment!bluepurrymuffin on December 1st, 2011 09:07 am (UTC)
Hank smirked and patted Thomas on the belly, just below the major opening. "Oh, by all means, if you want him to bleed out and die, be my guest! He was a paltry subject anyway. However, if you truly intend to save him, perhaps you might allow me to close him up before that happens."

His unbandaged foot came to rest on the tools strewn across the floor. Slowly, furtively, he wrapped his toes around a bonesaw and waited to make his move.
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): russian roulette is not the same withoutindentcision on December 1st, 2011 09:17 am (UTC)
"Shut up. I'm not going to fall for your crap, you big blue creep. Get away from him!" Harvey stepped forward once, looking warily at Thomas again before firing a shot at Hank. Not a shot to kill, but enough to warn or to graze him. "You're just going to kill him."
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: The name is no exaggeration!bluepurrymuffin on December 1st, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
He took the hit on the shoulder and let out a roar, tossing the scalpel in his hand at Harvey to give him a chance to make his escape. He wasn't ready for a fight, and his shoulder was blossoming with pain already. Blake was no real great loss. Should he miraculously survive, he'd done a good deal of work as it is, everything else was just going to be icing on the cake.

He clamored for the vent in the ceiling, breaking the grate as he squeezed himself into it and loudly moving through it above the ceiling. To his embarrassment, he was probably trailing blood again.
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): someone in my head but it's not meindentcision on December 1st, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)
Breathing heavily, Harvey put his gun away and took a moment to stop his hand from shaking. It really had been a while since he'd been in a position like this, and it seemed like possible corruption was around every corner.

He walked over to Blake, looking down at the mess Hank had left behind. And they say I'm ugly, he thought. He glanced at the tools spilled across the table and the floor, wondering what to do.

"Relax," he said, having no idea if Blake could hear him, stepping away to pull out his communicator. "Just gotta call for some back-up. Two heads can fix a problem faster than one."
Edward Nygma: Taser cellphone.enigmaestro on December 1st, 2011 11:32 pm (UTC)
The call was unexpected.

"Why not?" He had said, unable to contain his smirk. Why not. The mouth the call for help came from was unexpected as the subject itself, and Eddie couldn't help but be curious. He was aware of the newest affliction, of course -- that had already spread across the Network. But this case, this incident, these conditions? It was too good to pass up.

Besides. Thomas Blake needed him.

"I've brought a few scalpels," he said within the hour, already at Harvey's side and pulling one slim utensil out idly while his eyes rested on Thomas' open chest. The medical thread and sewing material he had brought along, too, but he paid little mind to those. His attention hungered over Catman.

The eyeball, the teeth. It was a mutilated mutation.

Eddie's grin widened.
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): pain reminds us we're still aliveindentcision on December 2nd, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)
"It's a mess, isn't it?" Harvey put his hands on his hips, grimacing. He wasn't a doctor -- Eddie wasn't either -- but he hadn't known who else to call. He didn't trust the cops here (and didn't want to get arrested again, natch) and Matt was blind. "Don't know where to start but we gotta do something soon. At least staple him up. It's a goddamn--"

He pulled an Anatomy book out that he'd scavenged from a classroom between when he'd called Eddie and when Eddie'd arrived, but flipping through didn't illuminate much either aside from things he'd learned about when studying medical lawsuits.

"Is there any twine around?"
Edward Nygma: Tangent.enigmaestro on December 2nd, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)
He nodded to Harvey's words, silent all the while as his smirk sharpened. Only when Harvey asked for twine, did Eddie respond.

"Ah, yes." Eddie indicated the briefcase he had brought with him, carrying the medical thread and other necessary bandaging. His eyes were still on Catman. Without hesitation, he reached over, fingers hovering Thomas' exposed heart. The sunless organ beat with blood, pumping those fading gasps of life through Thomas Blake. Eddie touched a fingertip to the right ventricle, gently. Gloveless. And grinned.

His eyes darted around the room.

"No sign of anesthetic." He withdrew his hand. "I didn't bring any, myself. We'll have to be quick, Harvey, with the chest. It would be a shame if he died like this, how humiliating."

He returned to his briefcase, opening the latch. Four pairs of surgical gloves, light blue. Extras in case any broke. Eddie pulled one on, snapping the latex against his wrist.

"I'll remove the rib spreader to close the chest. You watch the sternum and move the flesh flaps evenly. I've got the stitch and thread."

Edited at 2011-12-02 05:53 am (UTC)
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): and that your saints and sinners bleedindentcision on December 4th, 2011 04:37 am (UTC)
"Uh. Sure." Harvey frowned and flipped his coin, making sure he had the okay to operate before putting any gloves on. He wasn't squeamish at least, not after all he'd suffered himself, and gripping the flesh was a simple enough task.

"If he dies he dies, but I'd rather not have someone's death on my conscious the same day I get out of the asylum," he muttered, breathing slowly. "Especially if I had some power to help it. That's a lot of blood."
Edward Nygma: Gigglefits.enigmaestro on December 4th, 2011 04:48 am (UTC)
He paid little mind to Harvey's qualms, save for the last. Smirking -- those words echoing his mind, that's a lot of blood, he spliced a vein in Thomas' strapped forearm, the trajectory aimed squarely into Harvey's bad eye.

"Is it?"
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): past the point of no returnindentcision on December 4th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
It dripped down the slicked surface and Harvey growled, drawing back slightly and wiping at it with his forearm. "Dammit, Nygma. Don't do that. We're not trying to make him bleed more."
Edward Nygma: Brb investigating.enigmaestro on December 4th, 2011 05:03 am (UTC)
Eddie wrinkled his nose at the display, somewhat disappointed in the lack of theatrics. He paused, midway through cutting a question mark into Thomas' flesh.

"Are you touting a glass eye?" It was a sincere question. "Hmm. I suppose that would explain the otherwise inexplicable change in style every now and again."

He pulled a length of surgical thread, soon stitching Thomas' chest flesh back up.

"Hope this doesn't sting too much, Thomas. I'm not sure how your monster eye would handle tears."
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): will it mean something to someone?indentcision on December 4th, 2011 08:06 am (UTC)
Harvey didn't answer, though it was obvious enough when he wiped the glass eye clean with his sleeve. He didn't like talking about it.

"Can he even hear you?" He asked, keeping his hands steady as Eddie sewed up Thomas's chest. "And is there disinfectant down here?"
Edward Nygma: Concern.enigmaestro on December 4th, 2011 08:30 am (UTC)
"Does it really matter?" Eddie retorted with a wink. It was the answer to both questions. The stitching was even, considering the circumstance. Eddie was a man highly involved with the treatment of minor wounds, for likely obvious reasons.

"Hand me the scissors." The thread needed to be severed. "What should we do about the eye? His eye, I mean, not your stylish glass bit."
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): pic#114088941indentcision on December 4th, 2011 09:02 am (UTC)
"What's there to do? Take it out?" Harvey flipped his coin again, and stared at it. "I can't make a new one for him. My powers only work on objects."

He picked the scissors up, duplicated them, and flipped again -- that pair the coin allowed him to hand over.

"Two eyes are always better than one, even if one of 'em looks like that. Trust me."
Edward Nygma: Foreshadow.enigmaestro on December 4th, 2011 09:22 am (UTC)
"I would be surprised if the optical nerves were operational," he said. His hand stroked over Thomas' face, examining Hank's handiwork. "There's the teeth. We could pull those, perhaps, though he'd need work on the replacements. Frankly, I wouldn't mind yanking a few feline fangs."

He managed to repress the chuckle threatening to bubble.

" -- Or. We could take him to the nearest hospital. He won't die immediately, anymore, not with the chest closed."
TWO-FACE ( Harvey Dent ): who seems a beastindentcision on December 5th, 2011 07:08 am (UTC)
Harvey snapped his fingers once in front of Thomas's eye, seeing if it would garner any response.

"Let's just get him sewn up and drop him off at the hospital. I'm no surgeon." Though he had some his share of amateur plastic surgery -- violently.

"He'll probably like the teeth anyway."