OOC: Fuck it, I'll use that. Otherwise, Mercer will be left just sitting around for fucking ages again before I can actually use him for anything, assuming I don't blink and miss the actual plot. He'll have Raziel's form, but nothing else. Now, to retcon half of that last post...
Mercer gasped in shock as what he had originally taken for biomass desintegrated into inorganic detritus as soon as it entered his system. Only scraps remained, containing a certain amount of the basic pattern that stored Raziel's natural form. None of the memories and knowledge that Mercer had anticipated were there, nor were his powers. There was no biomass to replenish the amount that he had lost in the fight. He looked around wildly and picked up on the trails and pools of ectoplasm that his victim had spilled, and darted from one to another, consuming them with starving, ravenous zeal. They built up a much clearer picture of Raziel's structure as he took them in, but still the other aspects of his being didn't come. Breathing heavily Mercer searched for more remaining puddles with wide eyes. When he saw none he grabbed a vehicle abandoned in the street and hurled it through the building he had already damaged with a wordless roar of bestial rage. The building collapsed completely and Mercer stood still, trying to regain his temper. When he calmed down he concentrated on what he had taken and, after a few minutes of focus, managed to reshape his form into a fairly accurate likeness of Raziel. It would do as long as the vampire didn't have any secret admirers in the group. It would have to do. Mercer set off.
Oh, and that was a pretty good fight, Nail.
Enjoyable. Good troll too, if indeed there is such a thing as a good troll.¬_¬
