"Thanks. I just need a little more exposed so I can work it." Alex said as Roar pitched in to help.
As they continued, Alex noticed Marcus was busy using the metal form of his body to make a gurney for Enapay's body, wheeling him over once he was done.
The scene was like an episode of an old crime show he had watched before the Omega event. They were a small group of people, unskilled in funerals but making a grave for one of their fallen friends. This case was no different, except for the powers they wielded, and the cause of death.
When Marcus was close enough, Alex asked him and Roar to step back. Digging his hands into the soil, he concentrated on the depression he wanted to make. The size of this hole was going to be larger than anything he had ever made before, and he would have to take it slowly.
Concentrating on the depression he wanted to make, a four foot deep rectangular hole, Alex watched as the soil began to shift under his hands, his breathing becoming slightly ragged as he focused on his work. Part of the soil moved away from him, the rest flowing over the grass like brown water.
Then, he hit a snag. Below the dirt was hard, packed clay, something he had completely forgotten made up the ground below, and he had only gone down one foot thus far. "Oh, great. Well, should be easier than metal-working." Laying his hands, now caked with dirt, on the orange clay, he focused again on the depression he wanted. Once again, the material under his hands became like fluid, shifting up and over the sides of the hole, causing Roar and Marcus to back up even more as the clay came close to wrapping itself around their shoes.
Alex began taking faster breaths at that point. The effort it was taking to move all this material was starting to make him weaker,and sweat was already beading on his nose and face. "C'mon, man. Keep at it. Not much more." He was still a foot and a half from being done, but he had to finish.
Taking a few deep breaths, he went at it again. Now, the clay was becoming harder to move, both due to gravity and his own fatigue. Still, he kept at it, and eventually, the hole was three and a half feet deep. Not quite the four he wanted, but it was close enough.
His heart pounding and his breathing coming quicker, he stood up and moved to the side of the grave. "OK, Marcus. Let's lower him in, then we can say a few words for him."
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Meanwhile, Phantom manifested himself on another rooftop a ways away from the old spot, just in case those Omegas had scoped the place out and noticed where they were last time. Taking a pair of binoculars from a bag in his waist, he looked over the group from his perch.
Three of them were making a grave for the Omega Voltage had taken down, one being able to manipulate the very earth under him. One of the girls was going inside the orphanage, walking away from the other Omega who had been able to stab Voltage earlier.
"OK, that's five. Where's the sixth one?" Phantom asked out loud. Leaning over the side of the building, he looked around without the tech to see with clear eyes. At first, nothing. Then, he spotted the woman, thanks to a steady stream of smoke she was giving off. "Huh. Wonder why she's leaving them."
He had been asked to watch these people, but this late at night, from what he had seen before, most of them were likely tired and unlikely to do anything noteworthy for a while. Thinking about this for a time, about what the break away was caused by, Phantom reconsidered his orders and decided to follow the woman instead. His comrades could be stone cold killers at times, but if living with the darkness and shadows had taught him something, it was that no matter what, someone was willing to hear your grievances. Whether you allow them, or not.
Phasing his body into the black fog once again, Phantom caught a downdraft on the building and his mass was soon at the street level. Manifesting as his human form again, he quickly followed the woman, eventually coming within ten feet of her.
As they continued, Alex noticed Marcus was busy using the metal form of his body to make a gurney for Enapay's body, wheeling him over once he was done.
The scene was like an episode of an old crime show he had watched before the Omega event. They were a small group of people, unskilled in funerals but making a grave for one of their fallen friends. This case was no different, except for the powers they wielded, and the cause of death.
When Marcus was close enough, Alex asked him and Roar to step back. Digging his hands into the soil, he concentrated on the depression he wanted to make. The size of this hole was going to be larger than anything he had ever made before, and he would have to take it slowly.
Concentrating on the depression he wanted to make, a four foot deep rectangular hole, Alex watched as the soil began to shift under his hands, his breathing becoming slightly ragged as he focused on his work. Part of the soil moved away from him, the rest flowing over the grass like brown water.
Then, he hit a snag. Below the dirt was hard, packed clay, something he had completely forgotten made up the ground below, and he had only gone down one foot thus far. "Oh, great. Well, should be easier than metal-working." Laying his hands, now caked with dirt, on the orange clay, he focused again on the depression he wanted. Once again, the material under his hands became like fluid, shifting up and over the sides of the hole, causing Roar and Marcus to back up even more as the clay came close to wrapping itself around their shoes.
Alex began taking faster breaths at that point. The effort it was taking to move all this material was starting to make him weaker,and sweat was already beading on his nose and face. "C'mon, man. Keep at it. Not much more." He was still a foot and a half from being done, but he had to finish.
Taking a few deep breaths, he went at it again. Now, the clay was becoming harder to move, both due to gravity and his own fatigue. Still, he kept at it, and eventually, the hole was three and a half feet deep. Not quite the four he wanted, but it was close enough.
His heart pounding and his breathing coming quicker, he stood up and moved to the side of the grave. "OK, Marcus. Let's lower him in, then we can say a few words for him."
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Meanwhile, Phantom manifested himself on another rooftop a ways away from the old spot, just in case those Omegas had scoped the place out and noticed where they were last time. Taking a pair of binoculars from a bag in his waist, he looked over the group from his perch.
Three of them were making a grave for the Omega Voltage had taken down, one being able to manipulate the very earth under him. One of the girls was going inside the orphanage, walking away from the other Omega who had been able to stab Voltage earlier.
"OK, that's five. Where's the sixth one?" Phantom asked out loud. Leaning over the side of the building, he looked around without the tech to see with clear eyes. At first, nothing. Then, he spotted the woman, thanks to a steady stream of smoke she was giving off. "Huh. Wonder why she's leaving them."
He had been asked to watch these people, but this late at night, from what he had seen before, most of them were likely tired and unlikely to do anything noteworthy for a while. Thinking about this for a time, about what the break away was caused by, Phantom reconsidered his orders and decided to follow the woman instead. His comrades could be stone cold killers at times, but if living with the darkness and shadows had taught him something, it was that no matter what, someone was willing to hear your grievances. Whether you allow them, or not.
Phasing his body into the black fog once again, Phantom caught a downdraft on the building and his mass was soon at the street level. Manifesting as his human form again, he quickly followed the woman, eventually coming within ten feet of her.
