Recent content by Coldcall

Fuck just happened to me. Either the heavy gas had been working as a painkiller, or his adrenaline was subsiding. Whichever it was, pain surged through Coldcall's leg. With this, he'd need to call off the robbery. He had always healed fast, but he could tell that he would be in no condition to...

Jan. 13 Re: 'Coldcall' & Pittsburgh FBI Meta Crimes Unit Internal Memo 52 Ray, We have a serious problem. The new info from forensics on the frozen December DB (Attch. 1). The corpse was mutilated beyond all recognition - no fingerprints left to run. As you know, Coldcall never had a...

No new information availed itself to Coldcall before Cryptid's return. He didn't bother keeping his eyes closed during the medical treatment, letting the heavy lids slide open as the vigilante knelt over him. A bemused grin broke through his features as the alcohol ran down over his leg. Scarred...

"Yeah, yeah, heard you the first time, pal," he coughed, sparing a glance at his leg. He turned his thigh experimentally, teeth clenched. This would be a limper once he got away. The conversation was hard to carry on. That was the gas doing its work, taking him out of the picture. He closed...

Awake. Awake. Awake. Pain radiated up through Coldcall's leg. Ironically, it might have been what was giving him the adrenal boost to stay conscious. His limbs refused to move, but he could still flex his fingers back and forth. Rhythmically, he cracked the knuckle on each finger at a time on...

Coldcall's outstretched fingers scraped against Sulphur's neck in a last-ditch effort to kill him. But the man slipped away, a hard thud from Cryptid's shoulder punch making each digit twitch. Even through the numbness that using his power created, he felt the blow rattle him. While he closed in...

The debris from the wall had scattered all around the pair, ice forming at Coldcall's feet and along his hands, spreading across Cryptid as he was held in his inexorable grip. But something would come to disrupt his grapple after all - the advancing fog that emanated from third person in the...

Cryptid moved with the kind of speed that let Coldcall know this had a chance of being a fight and not an execution. His grin remained static, etched into his face, not cracking in the least as the terror of the Pittsburgh underworld closed in on him. Lethal bagh nakh flashed out from his left...

Coldcall's fingers twitched as the beam dissipated, the portal he'd shot it back through snapping shut. Must've got him, he thought, exhaling hard. A fine cloud of misty vapor blew out his mouth. The portal had closed, and that just left the evac. One copter had made it into the sky up above...

"Of course. Thanks for your time." Coldcall nodded, smiled, and turned. When he did, he saw that the boy in the pair was staring at him intently. Now looking at them head-on, he marked how unusual their appearances were. The girl had bright purple hair and looked like she was zoning out. Her...

Coldcall wasn't a neurotic, but he kept track of his surroundings. When the man behind the counter's eyes lingered on the newcomers behind him, he shot a glance backward, a single eye scanning the pair of teenagers who had filed in behind him and were waiting in line to talk to the musician...

"Cryptid." Coldcall pronounced the name like he was greeting a casual acquaintance, though the threat of imminent violence hung heavy in the air between them. He flicked his eyes over toward Doyle and then back at the doorway where the lanky man leaned in his horned mask. He'd done his due...

Later that same, great night... Efficiency was among Coldcall's many virtues. While preparing for the most outstanding bank job ever pulled this side of the Mississippi, he found it productive to occasionally take breaks and settle other business. Conveniently, some of that other business had...

Winter was on the way in Pittsburgh. Coldcall's red parka didn't look altogether out of place. It was his signature garmant. He wasn't wearing the rest of the ensemble - mask and goggles - because that would lean a little too far into calling attention to himself. No, that was for when he was...

"Some superpowers are harmless. Others, not so much." Fletcher's eyes slowly came to rest back on Todd as he passed him the invoice. He pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill from a roll of cash without looking down. (Tip included with the change). "You ask me, metas make for a real interesting...