07-27-2014, 08:59 AM
Power was a useful thing for a super villain.
The floor in front of Dane's kitchenette was lined with large square tiles. Using power that flooded torrents of cold fury, he directed pulses of heat, water, and mineral around the grout until he was able to pry up the tile in one unbroken piece with a butterknife. He'd gently place the heavy slab aside and use similar powers to dig into the underlying support fiberglass tape, the mortar, then the backerboard, through the subfloor, and finally to the wooden structure of the building itself. Foamed insulation melted away like his powers were licking at cotton candy, until he formed the perfect little grave just a little bigger than the size of Mockingbird's calling cards.
Wrapped in plastic, he reverently buried his thousand cards and relaid the flooring like sod. The tile was secured back into place with wisps of heat around the grout and he stood up to admire his work. Nobody would ever find his cards until he was ready to resurrect them.
He spent the next seven days making thousands of more cards. Each stack was hidden in the floor under his tiles like a gangster's laundered money.
This was going to be his largest display. After it was over, nobody would doubt the origin of destruction. Therefore, in the interim time, he had research to do on the downtown's buildings. There were some skyscrapers that attempted to pierce the ceiling of the sky. The choice was, which one would be coming down? Which one would cause the biggest scene? And most importantly, which one would symbolize who was really responsible for the Embassy?
The floor in front of Dane's kitchenette was lined with large square tiles. Using power that flooded torrents of cold fury, he directed pulses of heat, water, and mineral around the grout until he was able to pry up the tile in one unbroken piece with a butterknife. He'd gently place the heavy slab aside and use similar powers to dig into the underlying support fiberglass tape, the mortar, then the backerboard, through the subfloor, and finally to the wooden structure of the building itself. Foamed insulation melted away like his powers were licking at cotton candy, until he formed the perfect little grave just a little bigger than the size of Mockingbird's calling cards.
Wrapped in plastic, he reverently buried his thousand cards and relaid the flooring like sod. The tile was secured back into place with wisps of heat around the grout and he stood up to admire his work. Nobody would ever find his cards until he was ready to resurrect them.
He spent the next seven days making thousands of more cards. Each stack was hidden in the floor under his tiles like a gangster's laundered money.
This was going to be his largest display. After it was over, nobody would doubt the origin of destruction. Therefore, in the interim time, he had research to do on the downtown's buildings. There were some skyscrapers that attempted to pierce the ceiling of the sky. The choice was, which one would be coming down? Which one would cause the biggest scene? And most importantly, which one would symbolize who was really responsible for the Embassy?