On the Trail..

[proteus-maximus.livejournal.com]

Morph's made his way over to Irving's perfectly recited address, travelling incognito - or, at least as incognito as a man can be when he looks like Humphrey Bogart having stepped directly out of the Maltese Falcon.

"Schtick with me, schweetheart, and you'll go places.."

He flashes an un-Bogart-like grin at his travelling companion, Roxy.

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Another brief sequence of images flashes into her mind's eye:

The whip of flame lashing out at the Grey Gargoyle, striking his face, his feet, his hands--

"C'mon, Gargie. In ya go. C'mon."

Bellowing in pain, the Grey Gargoyle retreats into the house.

[proteus-maximus.livejournal.com]

"Coward with a blowtorch? Hmm.. well, if all goes to plan, Rox, you'll get to look him in the eye before this is over. Did the guy look anything like this?"

The visage of Humphrey Bogart shifts to take on the form of Pyro, AKA St. John Allerdyce.

[uneasy-rider.livejournal.com]

"No...That ain't him..." She's sweating madly, holding onto the image - the rage. It's almost feels Godlike.

"He forced Grey Gargolye inta house and just kept smil'n. Like it was just another day at the office. Ah better day for him...Bastard, wha the hell didja do it, ya snake..."

She goes further into the vision...

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Heat shimmers distort his face, but the gleaming grin stays constant.

"In ya go. That's a good boy. We gotta meet the missus."

His brown hair....

... with a white streak in it....

... blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles....

[uneasy-rider.livejournal.com]

"Brown hair...white streak. Blue eyes. 'Bout '6 foot. Really likes fire...like creepy like..."

She falls to her knees.

[proteus-maximus.livejournal.com]

Morph moves to comfort Roxy, a hand on her shoulder. "Not ringing a bell right now, but we can play sketch artist later. Is he working alone?"

[uneasy-rider.livejournal.com]

"He's work'n fer someone. But ah can't see if there's someone with him that he knows. Only thin that matters is dat fire..."

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"A pyromaniac. Wonderful. Anyway, come back and focus on the here and now, we should check the inside of the house.."

Morph steps to the door, extending a finger - pressing it to the lock, it molds to press and turn the tumblers inside.

[uneasy-rider.livejournal.com]

She can barely move on her own, swept up in the vision as they continue on.