The Metal Menace

Realizing they did not use ANY good footage of me for the news. Lame...

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a knight leans against a tree in the woods holding a sword ALT: a knight leans against a tree in the woods holding a sword

Leg is healed, and I'm half a mil richer. Maybe I am medieval cause now I'm sitting on gold.

~be refraining from revealing my abilities until we're seeing from the same perspective.

Cela semble juste, n'est-ce pas ?"

"I fail to see how both roles can't be achieved and maintained hand in hand. I was both an independent operator and a leader of a rather prominent gang in the Greater Toronto Area. I bring a good sense of charisma, nearly a decade worth of experience in gang warfare. If it's all the same I'll~

~Immediate threat to him in this current moment.

"Who the fuck are you-?"

Well isn't he classy...

James eyes widened from behind his featureless mask as he witnessed the cold-blooded assault from the new participant of the battle. He hadn't noticed exactly why she'd joined the conflict, but given her firearms weren't aimed in his direction? That was enough for James to determine she wasn't an~

It suddenly reeks of saltwater in here.

5. Happiest point in his life?

Childhood is the only happy point in his life because he was blissfully ignorant of the real world.

|| Can't wait for this headcanon post to reach 8, got a funny for that one 🤣

4. Not in the traditional sense. His "happy place" is more an emotional shut-off than a mental escape.

He cuts off all his emotions in order to not let his normally emotional mind be overwhelmed by rage or anxiety.

two glasses of coffee are being poured into a machine ALT: two glasses of coffee are being poured into a machine

Alright. Now that I've got that over with.

Where the FUCK is my gin.

~Wiring. It didn't change the fact that now the couch was absolutely littered in blood or that he would have to get used to the feeling of the implant itself. But at the very least, he could already feel the burning sensation dying down.

~All the remnants needed, he was working as quickly as he could given he could very well easily pass out and die if he wasn't quick and efficient. So once the last fragment was removed, the metal tools liquefied and filled his wound. Creating a femur implant as well as sealing the wound with metal~

~Retractor's to keep the wound open while using the pliers to remove some of the remaining jagged pieces of splintered bones the prison hospital had neglected. Each removal causing James to grimace in pain.

"That's American medical care for you..."

It took a few minutes for him to remove~

~Into a small set of pliers and a scalpel.

"Fuck... fuck C'mon it'll be over in no time."

James let out another shakey breath before using his powers to get the skin retractor's in position before reopening the wound using the scalpel with a pained gasp.

"God damn it-"

He would use the skin~

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(The following section contains improvised medical care and sections of gore, reader discretion is advised.)

He let out a shakey breath before summoning a small block of steel, one half of the block forming into two pairs of skin retractor's. The other half forming~

~much shattered femur. At the very least, as agreed upon, his share of the bank heist had been left in his safehouse in clean cash. But that was hardly a concern at this current moment as he barely managed to sit himself down on the couch as he set his left leg on the table to keep it raised. ~

~The fact that they had no real understanding of his powers? It meant they had no reason /not/ to transfer him in a standard transport vehicle. Which of course had been made from an assortment of metals for James to use in his escape.

So now here he was, back in his safehouse with a still very~

~Medical treatment for his injury, he was to be transferred to a medium security. They'd taken off his mask but still hadn't managed to ID him, his fingerprints were meticulously burnt to prevent identification. His DNA wasn't yet registered in American databases either, all of this combined with~

It had only been a week since his defeat at the hands of one of SDN's roster. A hero by the name of Ripjaw, a formidable and dangerous fighter who'd managed to shatter his femur with her shark like jaw strength and teeth.

But luckily for him, after being brought to the nearest prison hospital for~

Man, I'm sure glad they tried to transport me to jail in a cop car.

With plenty of metal to work with.

𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘

~New restrictions he was making rather light work of the enemy gang, most of their top fighters being restrained with makeshift metallic constraints.

"I WANTED THIS TO GO MORE PEACEFULLY, /YOU/ ALL ATTACKED FIRST! REMEMBER THAT!"

It was quite a sight to behold, given James was still dealing with his shark related injury. He had replaced his left femur entirely with a titanium based replacement of his own design. Which had, at the very least, increased his kick force despite limiting his mobility even more. Even with these~

"Someone who heard you pay well for folks who can actually finish a job. Wanted to throw my name in the lottery, so to speak."

3. Very few, most centering around his needs for balance and control of his own life.

Not using table coasters for drinks, for example.

Or even something as simple as taking your shoes off at the door.

2. He does, in a sense, although it's constantly conflicted by his commitment issues and sense of general distrust. He's been betrayed by many lovers due to the villain lifestyle.

1. It can be rather easy to make James mad, although despite being easily angered, he is usually able to hide it unless under extreme duress and pain.

|| Robbed this from a shark.

"I have no intention to leave my work unfinished."

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