With the final guard knocked out the clone made his way downstairs in a building from the first floor to the basement. He took the elevator, disabling the camera as he waited. When he exited the area was pitch black. He reached in a pouch pulling out a small yet powerful flashlight that glowed instead of having a straight beam. He attached it to his belt and began looking around slowly. The basement was storage, hundreds of shelves lined up with boxes, books and other odds and ends of them but he wasn’t interested in any of those. He headed to one of the walls, walking beside it as his eyes searched.
Simon was in his Phantom suit doing a bit of ‘hero patrol’ though he still had no idea why-Metro Man was the Super to end all supers when it came to this shit. He sighed; why did he decide to be good in this city?- oh yeah to not make waves for his only few friends that he had. Damn girls. He rolled his black eyes to the sky. He moved along the shadows of the rooms he passed guards that were unconscious on the ground. Well, well- I wonder what he’s looking for? Phantom thought to himself as he entered the room where he suspected Vice was. He spotted him and watched the clone for a moment before smiling to himself with an idea. He moved quickly to stand in front of the clone, against the wall.
He was looking all around, his fingers stretched out touching the wall as he searched for something. His eyes widen when he felt something that wasn’t flat at all, jerking his head quickly to look where his hand touched.
Phantom tried not to laugh as he disappeared, sinking into the darkness all around them before the clone could see him.
His lips parted when he saw he was still touching the wall. He looked back and forth slightly, he must have imagined it. He looked concerned but he tried to shake it, glancing around before he continued to walk along side of the wall still searching, this time watching the wall little more closely.
He bit his lower lip, still keeping silent but it was oh-so-hard. Phantom moved close by the clone and wondered how else he could mess with him before the jig would be up. He reached out his hand a little but used his shadows to tickle against his neck.
The clone clapped a hand onto his neck as he whipped his glance around to see what it was. He looked back and forth into the darkness beyond the strong glow of his flashlight. He looked a bit weirded out at first but then it hit him and his lids lowered and he let out a heavy sigh. He turned back to what he was doing, searching the wall and feeling it with his hand. “Quit it you souless fuckface ass.”
Phantom enjoyed the confusion on his face but when the villain turned around and called him out he whined almost like a child. “Awwww- damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t catch on so fast.” He sighed against the clone’s ear, as he floated next to him. Not materializing just yet but floating with the darkness in the room.
"It’s hard to miss the annoying dreadful vibe that comes from the shadows when you’re in them." He groaned leaning away from the sigh. "What the hell do you want? We aren’t going to fuck, so if that’s why you’re bothering me you can just get lost." He said without looking towards where ever Phantom might be lingering.
"So crass- that dirty mouth of yours turns me on." He teased with a laugh. And then moved to stand in front of the clone- blocking his path. He materialized slowly, and looked down at Vice. "But no- I’m afraid I’ve come here on business this time." He clicked his tongue as if he were a teacher who was very dissatisfied with his pupil.
The clone stopped in his place, looking up at Phantom and arching his typical brow. “Business? Well it best be your own because you can stay out of mine.” He huffed as he moved around the hero, following the wall then stopped when he saw something familiar. There we go. He stared at a very small hole in the center of the wall.
"No no no-" He reached out as the clone walked past him and slipped one arm around his waist and pulled him back, lifting him from the ground. "Your business is mine as well this time-" he said.
"What the..!!" His hands instantly went to grab onto Phantoms arm, digging into it. "Put me down you fucking piece of white haired shit!!" He yelled enraged.
He actually did put him down, surprised at his reaction, but more amused than anything. He rubbed at his arm. “Damn- calm down, mate. You know how this works- lets go.” He thumbed behind him. “Time to haul you off to prison.”
He growled out when he was put down, straightening his clothes and glaring as hard as he could. “You really are a fucking cunt you know that.” He huffed and paused as he tried to gather what he wanted to say. “I was.. ” He glared away into the darkness. “I am trying to help you, you goddamn jerk.”
It had been a while since he’d seen or heard from the clone, so what he was saying was entirely possible. He lifted a hand up to stroke his chin and play with his beard for a bit. “Well. I didn’t think of that.” He looked back at Vice in thought. “Hmm, I suppose then I can let it slide…what are you trying to do?” He asked curiously. He wasn’t an idiot but he of course wasn’t on the same brain wave that the other man was working in that over-sized head of his.
He looked back up at him, still not liking he had to admit it. He had wanted to keep it to himself. He reached into a pouch and pulled out a small thin rod about the size and shape of a pencil but it was metal and had small bumps on one end. He held it up so Phantom could see. “I’ve been trying to track your attacker, the light user you called it.” He explained quietly, turning back to the wall. “Unlike some powers this one can be absorbed just not by any device I current have or could make, but I found out such a device does exist. It’s not perfected yet, hardly tested.. but if I got my hands on it I’m sure I’d be able to fix it right up and be able to use it.” He slid the thin rod into the small hole in the wall and twisted. There was a soft cranking sound behind the wall then a hiss as a seam appeared on the surface, bleeding light through. The wall pushed in and pulled apart to open a door. Behind it was a dimly lit stair case that headed down.
He listened to what the other man was saying, and he got the basic jist of what he was trying to do. And Hm- sure why not let him? He shrugged mostly to himself after Vice was done explaining. This would be way more fun than taking a feral hissing clone to the cops. “I see….cool.” He admitted and looked up to the clone’s gold eyes, he was actually starting to have more of an appreciation for the other guy. Weird. When Vice showed him the hidden area his eyes widened a little in surprise. He could travel along shadows, that meant under things and in the smallest cracks but he couldn’t go through walls, it was far too tempting to go along. “Ok then- lead the way.” He lifted a hand up to gesture towards the door that opened in the wall.
Vice waited to see what Phantom thought. It was very strange and uncomfortable to have such a normal sounding conversation with him. The clone didn’t like it. When the hero seemed ok with it, which was good because Vice already had a plan ready to trick him and close the wall between them so he could be left alone if the hero still wanted to haul him away. “You’re coming?” He arched a brow, putting the weird key away.
He rolled his eyes and looked down at the clone. “Really- just because im not on the same genius level as you doesn’t mean im a complete idiot.” He sighed and then added a little more forcefully, “Yeah I’m coming. Lets go.”
"Don’t be a pushy bitch Phantom.” The clone narrowed his eyes at the hero though apart of him liked the bit of compliment in there. Yes, I am a genius. He turned and started down the stairs. They were metal, making a soft clank as they stepped on each one. The stair way was narrow, enough for one person to go down at a time and after a handful of yards down it opened up into a wide landing and a wall in front of them. In the middle of a wall was a large metal door with a flat touch screen in the middle of that. Vice didn’t look back at Phantom as he just continued on like normal, putting his left hand on his wrist watch and twisting the face. In a blip of light his appearance changed. He now stood a middle aged man, balding heavily on the front of his head with wide brim glasses and a short mustache. He was wearing a white tank top and boxers with little pac mans on them. Moving towards the screen he reached out and touched its surface, it lit up quickly and asked for ID. Vice, in this human form bent down, letting the screen scan his face.
Phantom mimicked the clone and rolled his eyes. He floated half in shadow form near Vice as they walked through the hallway and to the next door. He watched in mild interest as the other man put his hand on his watch. When the villain’s appearance changed, the hero had to lift a hand up to cover his mouth as he let out a laugh. “…you look terrible.” He admitted still laughing.
Once the screen was done the door unlocked. Vice leaned back up and turned to look at Phantom. He smirked just alittle. “Yeah well, you should have seen the real him when I broke into his apartment in the middle of the night to get a scan of him. This is what he looked like standing the middle of his kitchen drinking from a gallon of milk.” He motioned his hand up like he was holding and drinking from an invisible jug and looking absolutely terrified.
"AUGH." Phantom laughed and waved a hand at Vice then looked away. "Ok ok- take that off- poor bastard, guess not everyone can be blessed with good looks like us." He was shallow- he could admit it, and he didnt give a fuck.
This made Vice grin a little wickedly. “What? You don’t like this?” He turned around, sticking his old man butt out and backed up towards Phantom. He rubbed it playfully. “You don’t think my little boxers are cute?” He wiggled it at him.
"Oh fuck off- that’s nightmare fuel!" He said and took a step back as if it would actually harm him. Both hands were waving at the villain and a look of disgust was on his face, but he was still laughing. "Put it away Vice- please- spare me!”
"Aw, I thought pac man was cool." He said jokingly as he glanced down then twitched his watch a few quick times. "This better?" His tone changed when he asked as a blip of light covered him then revealed him as Scarlet. He, now looking like she, arched a brow and grinned.
"Ugh- not on that guy!" When Vice asked his question, Phantom peaked an eye open as he’d closed them, and when he saw such a familiar persona in front of him he actually smiled wide and then leaned forward lecherously. He let his dark eyes roam all over the figure of Scarlet before looking up into the gold eyes of the clone, "Oh my- I don’t mind that at all- do you have a nude version…we may be able to do a little role play." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully at the clone and bit his lower lip.
"In your dreams." He said and twisted the watch, turning back into his normal self. "She’s only for me." At least he wanted to believe that. He turned his focus on the door, slowly pushing it open. Beyond the door was a wide long hallway, doors on each side and every few yards a new hallway would open up to the left and right. The doors had clipboards on them. He started down, glancing very quickly over each one he passed.
"Aw man- c’mon I thought we were making friends- cant even share." He pouted playfully. He followed him to the hallway with all the doors and after a bit of looking around as they walked he asked, "Soooo whats in all these?"
"Just different experiments and projects. Megamind knew about this place and what they were doing but he ignore them, thinking he didn’t need anything they had. He had no idea what sort of things he could do if he combined what they’ve done with what he could do… but that’s what he was lacking that I gained being.. different.. than him.” He didn’t know how else to put it. He continued to walk, scanning each clipboard. When they reached another hallway he went ahead and took it, just more doors.
This was a really strange place he was mentally logging it all away for a later time in case he might need it. Who knew about this place? He was sure there may be more similar things in the city- it caused him to sigh heavily. Of course there were, he used to be a villain he knew how big cities were with their crazy ass evils. “I see.” He turned the corner with the clone and then materialized all the way, deciding to walk. He put his hands into his pants and kicked his feet out as he strode easily alongside the other man.
He glanced for a moment at Phantom, it was weird to get only short answers when he did. He looked back at the doors then stopped at one. It seemed to be the right one. He opened it slowly. It was black inside, he felt around on the wall beside the door and flicked on the light. When the lights over head lights flipped on the white room lit up brightly. It would have been slightly brighter if not for all the blood splashed on the walls. The clones golden eyes widen, surprised at the sight. There were at least 5 bodies inside, all dead, some of them in pieces. Inside the room a counter wrapped around the wall, many cabinets on it and over head, two long tables in the center of the room, spare parts scattered everywhere. Beyond those was a container, which had a hole burnt into and whatever was being held inside was gone.
When the light came on and it chased away the shadows, Phantom squinted for a moment until he was able to make out what was in the room- or rather who used to be in the room. His eyebrows narrowed as he looked around on the floor at the gruesome scene. When he glanced to the container his body stiffened a little and he glared harshly, “Looks like somebody beat us here, mate.”
He looked around at the bodies, stepping into the room a bit as his eyes searched around. “Yeah.. looks like it.” He said quietly but his mind was ticking away. Who would and why. Then something dawned on him, something that seemed out of place. He glanced up at Phantom. “Are you sure you’re a hero?”
The hero looked over at the other man and lifted an eyebrow and gave him a small smile, admitting, “I am in Metro City.” As he walked into the room to look at things closer.
"I’ve been around heroes.. they don’t react well to seeing people being slaughtered, even if it’s bad guys, they get upset but you didn’t even flinch." He watched Phantom carefully as he crossed his arms.
He shrugged as he looked at Vice. “What explanation could I give? I thought she would have told you.” He meant Scarlet. Her sister and her were the only ones who knew his past…or most of it.
"Who? Scarlet?" He looked a bit confused but turned away, moving around the bodies and blood to study the container and the burn around it.
"No, the other woman I talk to that we both know." He looked at him sarcastically. "Yes her. Obviously she didn’t…" He debated letting Vice know. Shrugging he said, "I was a villain in Gotham. I promised her I wouldn’t make waves for her here- so when I visit I play hero." He lifted both hands up in a full on shrug. "Ah well- now my big secret is out."
He was a villain? Vice didn’t want to admit even to himself that made him a little more interested. He glanced back at Phantom, shrugging. “You make a terrible hero anyway..” He looked back at the container and reached out to touch the melted part. He whipped his head back towards the hero, eyes widen slightly and brows lifted. “They’re still here.” He said quickly after feeling the melted material was still warm, they had to be here, there was no other way out of the underground rooms. They would have had to pass both of them to get out.
He scoffed actually offended. “I do not, you have no idea how many villains I’ve turned in- what?” He snapped to at Vice’s words. And his eyebrows narrowed. “Oh really?” Interesting. He had a few ideas as to what he could do to inspect for the people who made this mess but, there were a few too many rooms for him to go through them all- powers or no. “Ok, whats our next move? Any ideas?” He asked the clone, looking down at him.
Vice hurried back to the door, passing by Phantom as he hushed him with a finger to his own lips. He peeked out of the door, listening quietly. He didn’t hear anything, which was strange in a place like this you should be able to hear any movement. He looked back at him, unsure, thinking. He chewed his lower lip then his eyes lit up a little. “The power. I’ll turn off the surface power which controls the lights. If someone is in one of those rooms, they will most likely come out to investigate.”
He waited for Vice to talk after he was motioned for silence. At the clones idea he offered, “You want me to back you up?” in a quiet voice.
"Duh." He looked at him like he was stupid. "When it goes dark you can zip through these halls and find whoever comes out." He rolled his eyes and looked back out into the hallway, nothing. He moved out and headed the direction they had been heading before going into the room. He was pretty sure with the design of this and it’s placement under the building overhead it’s power supply should be in a room in the far side of the complex. He found the door he believed he needed and slipped inside. It was a short room but wide, with a control panel and a few screens with varying information displayed.
Bitch bitch bitch, he said under his breath and gave the clones back a glare as he disappeared. Phantom didn’t bother to wait as he turned off the lights in the room and melted against the darkness, he traveled along the shadows in the hallway until he found a good spot to observe as many of the doors as he could, waiting for the lights to die.
The clone clicked away at the control panel, looking up at the screens until he found what he wanted. The lights suddenly went down, the sound of humming electricity slowed until it was silent. It wasn’t but a few moments lately the sound of a door opening sounded from a few hallways down.
Phantom heard the sound and he quickly traveled in the darkness to where it was, he stretched out wide when he arrived at the area. Ready to strike and looking for the culprits.
It was a door on the left at the far end of a hallway. It was creeping open slowly but there was no one there. A thick fog was rolling out of it but it was hard to see in the darkness.
The hero looked on in confusion for a moment and then he slowly advanced to the side of the door so that he could look inside the room.
The clone had given it a few moments then threw the switches back on. The lights suddenly lit up the hallway and room behind the door. The fog was a thick cloud of purple smoke that blocked most of the view of the room, hovering idly in front of Phantom.
When the lights flipped back on, Phantom cursed under his breath as he was forced to materialize. He took a fighting stance then looked at the purple smoke and lifted an eyebrow up as he observed it. This…wasn’t anything normal, he was sure of it and a dark shiver crept up his back; making his hair stand on end against his neck.
The purple fog only hovered, small streams of it floating upward but most of it sticking together in a thick cloud. There was a sound at first, then a very quiet haunting voice that spoke slowly. “Bad.. timing… hero…” The cloud suddenly lunged forward towards Phantom, an unseen force pushing him back against the wall behind him then darted down the hallway with a deep laughing that echoed off the walls.
His eyes widened a little- he wasn’t used to other sorts of shadowy looking entities being able to talk like that- like he did. When it lunged towards him he threw his arms up in an X to block whatever attack and as he was pushed back into the wall he grunted. As the purple smoke disappeared down the hall he turned to watch it go. “..the fuck?” he said to himself before he snapped to and began to run after it in the same direction.
The cloud disappeared around a corner. Vice was running from the opposite direction, checking to see if any doors where open. He didn’t get a chance to see it before the cloud turned another corner, heading for the exit.
Phantom rounded the first corner and caught sight of the smoke turning once again and he ran full tilt towards it- it was trying to get out! Whatever the fuck IT was.
"Phantom! Whats going on?" Vice yelled out as he saw him, he had no idea why the hero was running. The clone was chasing after him now looking confused since he hadn’t seen another person. The cloud stopped just in the doorway of the exit which lead to the stair case. It slowly formed into the shape of a man, an extremely thin man, deep purple skin stretched over bone. A long coat with white trim formed in the air around him and he grinned, if skulls could grin, at the hero before stepping back and closing the door between them. Beyond the door the purple skeleton broke the scanning screen and the door locked. He only laughed as he turned and headed up the stairs.
Phantom turned his feet and slid along the ground until he came to a stop, he stood up as the smoke became a…scary ass purple thing. He glared harshly as it passed trough the doors and he tried to reach them before they closed- but he wasn’t able to- he slammed his fist against the door with a frustrated growl. “Son of a- what the fuck was that?” He turned around to see Vice running towards him. He stepped forward and waved his hand behind him. “Did you see that?” He asked.
The clone came jogging to a stop in front of Phantom, trying to look around then up at him. “See what? How the hell can I see anything with your freakishly tall frame in the way?” He scoffed.
He looked at him annoyed and a bit exasperated. “The fucking- how the hell could you miss that thing!?” He waved his hands animatedly not exactly sure what he was trying to say just-fucking a. “He was bones- and purple- and…he was smoke or something and he just- just formed into that skeleton thing…” He trailed off and turned back around to punch the door. “And he fucking locked us in!” He was too frustrated and trying to catch up from the surprise of the other apparent villain to even try and shift to the shadows to see if he could get them out.
Vice looked a little annoyed right back and confused trying to understand what the hell Phantom was so riled up about. Bones, purple, smoke. Oh. The clones expressed eased when he realized who it was but now he was sort of enjoying seeing Phantom so frustrated. He watched on with strong interest. “You couldn’t catch him? Was he too fast for you?”
He gritted his teeth and turned slowly to glare at vice with a dark expression. “If you would have left the god damn lights off for a little longer- I’d have that purple fuckin’ smoke-bomb and,” He looked back at the door, “I’d have some answers…” he paused as something occurred to him and he glanced back to Vice. “Wait a minute- why don’t you seem as surprised?”
He started to laugh. “Ooooh.. soooo sorry to the prince of darkness.” He put his hands up in front of him still laughing. “You never saw Psychodelic before?”
Unexpectedly and rather annoyingly Phantom’s face flushed slightly at Vice’s words. His glare would have been strong enough to cut the clone in half if it was a power he possessed. His hands balled into fists and he said in a dark voice, “That what it was? That its name? …I’ve heard of it before.”
Vice arched a brow, did he see that right? He was normally good at pinpointing changes in a persons mood or body language or expression. He took a step forward, looking curiously up at Phantom. “What was that.. that look for just now before you spoke?”
He refused to play that game. “Its called a death glare.” he said curtly and continued, “Who is this Psychodelic? I knew of the villains name but- I mean, do you know his powers?” he wanted some answers.
"Nooo.. it was before the death glare." The clone ignored the heros questions. His mind rewound the last few moments. Did Phantom look that way because he was embarrassed he didn’t know who Psycho Delic was.. or because he didn’t catch him? No. He was frustrated because of those things not embarrassed. If that was the right word for that hint of something the clone saw. Then what? He had called him.. Ohhh. ”Just chill a bit, I know where he hangs out, I know his weaknesses and I’ll be happy to explain once we get out of here.” The clone stepped to Phantom, reaching a hand out to touch his chest. “That ok.. my prince of darkness?”
“Chill?” He repeated in an annoyed tone. And before he could say more, Vice repeated that damn phrase and his face grew warm despite his usual incredible control over that one thing. He wasn’t accustomed to feeling like this. He was actually flustered. What the fuck? “D-don’t call me that- just get us out of here.” he brushed away the clone’s hand with a wave and tried to turn away from him to busy himself with the damn door to hide his warm face.
The clone looked excited, grinning with lifted brows. Oh, this was Interesting indeed! That flush and stutter made the clone feel so playful despite everything that happened. He moved quickly to circle around Phantom to keep in front of him. “Call you what? Prince of darkness? But technically isn’t that what you are?” He reached both hands out now, one trailing up Phantoms chest to curl in the bunched up black fabric around his neck and pull his face down towards the clones while his other hand moved down, fingers curving around the top of his belt buckle. “Simon?” He spoke his name deeply.
God damnit all to hell and back with four horsemen. Phantom groaned heavily as he reluctantly looked down at the clone, his face getting darker as the damn blue bastard continued to fucking yap away. When he was pulled forward and down he glared his harshest into the villains gold eyes. “No- I’m- I- AUGHGHGH.” His black eyes glanced away as Vice said his name, this really wasn’t a feeling or emotion he was accustomed to having. He was used to faking emotions but this one was real enough and he didn’t like that he couldn’t control it. He reached up and down and grabbed Vice’s hands to pull away from him. “Just s-shut up- lets go already, fucking a.”
The clone only grinned watching Phantom only get more frustrated, so this is what it must feel like when he is torturing Vice. The more riled up Phantom got the more at ease Vice felt. And it felt good. He glanced down at him grabbing his hands then shot back up at him. His sharp yellow eyes narrowed. “I can get us out of here easy.. but it will come at a cost.”
His black eyes darted back to the clone. Of course. “Figures you’d say that.” he did his best to glare through his blush. “..what is it then?”
"A kiss." Should be easy right? Phantom never had a problem kissing him, or anyone he assumed. But what about when he was feeling weird and flustered? "Kiss me and I’ll let us out."
His lip lifted up in a snarl as he just about growled at the other man with a darker sound than his own human voice could carry. He hardly ever let that part of himself out, but well- a few interesting things were happening that he couldn’t seem to control today. He stood up and took a step back away from the villain, looking angrily down at him. He gritted his teeth and managed to say, “You’re enjoying yourself too much clone.”
Vice wasn’t scared of the big black wolf that showed itself and growled baring its teeth. He followed Phantom, stepping towards him, this time reaching out to grab his belt bucket tightly and give him a harsh tug towards him. Even if Vice was shorter he was still strong, much stronger than a human man his size. “Just like you do.. with me..” He grinned up at Phantom.
He felt a shiver that he did his best to ignore when the villain boldly stepped forward and dared to pull Phantom back towards him. He wasn’t in the mood to play, he wasn’t feeling like himself and that bothered him as well. But if this was what it would take to get the fuck out of here- then he would take his medicine like a good boy. For now. Phantom reached down and wrapped his long fingers around the clones slender neck, and as he leaned down he pulled Vice up- not caring if he was rough. And his mouth crushed against the other man’s in an angry kiss. He parted his teeth and bit at him, forcing his tongue inside of the clones mouth.
On instinct when someone goes for his neck his hands shot up, wrapping around Phantoms wrist quickly and squeezed into it. He made a short grunt in his throat when he was kissed so forcefully but moaned into Phantoms mouth, sucking down hard on the tongue that pushed pass his lips.
Fucking- damnit. He didn’t want the clone to be so eager about the kiss. Not when he didn’t fucking care if he hurt him or not, and not when he was trying to be threatening. He was partial to teasing the other man about being a cat who’s fur was on end. He did not like feeling like it was the other way around right now and he wasn’t sure how he could make the feeling he had go away. He tried to breathe slower, to ease up his grip a little. But he wanted to hurt Vice, let him know that he was serious. Somehow he doubted that the clone gave a shit. Phantom pressed harder against the villains mouth, taking what he wanted from him instead of giving. Sucking at his tongue and lapping his own inside of the clone’s mouth.
Vice has been beaten to an inch of his life many times, sometimes on purpose, Phantom didn’t scare him with the idea of pain. He gasped a little against his mouth as he continued to kiss him hard, taking the heros tongue and sucking on it hard. He moaned again, deeply between their mouths and the thick pink muscle that filled his.
He hated that the moan made him want to do so much worse to the villain he held under his fingers. Phantom pulled Vice’s mouth away from him roughly and he let his neck go, turning away from him in anger and frustration he took a few heated steps away from the other man before he barked out, “THERE- Lets fucking go. NOW.”
He grinned wickedly, watching Phantom turn away so frustrated. The clone considered this some sort of win. He did lift a hand to rub at his neck, he cocked his head until he heard a crack. “As you wish my prince.” Vice said teasingly, turned away himself to move towards the door. He turned his focus on a panel at the side of it. He reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a small tool. He popped open the panel and started tugging lightly on the wires behind it as he looked carefully for what he needed.
He ground his teeth so hard at Vice’s words. His face was still rather warm and his fists were clinched tightly, his whole body held tension. He just wanted to get out of here and away from the villain so he could try and figure this shit out for himself. He tried to relax a little and crossed his arms as he waited rather impatiently for the other man to get the door open. Vice obviously enjoyed teasing him and really it wasn’t a big deal- he knew that much. He was he supposed, being a little childish about the situation. But..he wasn't…wasn’t a prince of…whatever- its stupid anyways. Even if it did have a sort of nice sound to it- damn stupid clone. Whatever. Augh. He glared at the wall as he tried to calm his mind.
Vice put the little tool in his mouth as he used both hands to pry more behind the panel, he glanced over at Phantom curiously. He did seem strongly frustrated, when the clone realized it and teased him he didn’t know how the hero would react but this was interesting. He took the tool back in hand as he looked at the panel again. “Are you really this pissed off because of what I said?” He asked as he studied inside the panel, using the tool to unscrew a few things.
His black gaze moved from the wall to the clone as he spoke. Phantom was quiet for a few moments debating if he wanted to tell him why he was so frustrated or not. “I’m not pissed off at what you said.” He said in a voice that was calmer than he’d expected it to be. “…on the contrary- it turned me on probably more than I care to admit.”
He paused a moment then huffed. Vice continued to tinker with the panel. “Coulda fooled me.” Saying that Phantoms reaction seemed far from turned on. He put the tool back in his mouth again, yanking out a few more wires and cutting them. He started to strip them of their plastic coat and connect them.
It was Phantom’s turn to be amused at Vice. Was the clone..pouting? His shoulders eased a little as he watched the other man work. He uncrossed his arms and stuffed them into the pockets of his pants, and then decided to walk over to where the villain was. “…sorry.” He said grudgingly. His face was a little warm again as he admitted, “I’m…not accustomed to ahh…what is it- being…flustered.” He frowned heavily at his own admission.
He stopped what he was doing to look up at Phantom. Saying sorry.. even though Phantom reminded Vice so much of himself there were still so many things about him the clone lacked. Which is where his hatred came from. Vice wouldn’t have said sorry would he? His golden hues turned down and away. “Me either.” He admitted, speaking of all the times Phantom has thoroughly enjoyed teasing the clone and making him endless flustered. He connected one last wire and there was a clank and a hiss as the door opened. The dimly lit landing with the stairs beyond it.
"I see." he said softly. And then a feeling of relief washed over the hero as the door was opened. Another thing he didn’t expect. He moved quick to take a step forward, and he would have- should have easily dissipated into the darkness that he saw in front of him. But an odd stroke of dizziness caused his vision to swim. He fought to stand up right until the room stopped spinning. He lifted a hand up to rub his head, suddenly unsure of what was going on. Maybe getting too worked up earlier and almost letting out some of his true powers before smothering them down again was the issue. He frowned at the thought if it were true.
Vice put the tool away and followed slowly but quickly lifted his hands a little when he saw Phantom sway a little. He watched him for a moment curiously. “You alright?”
"I’m fine." He said and lifted his head slowly to look back at the hallway before them. "Just…" He didn’t finish the sentence as he stepped forward, his boots making a dragging sound as he walked into the hallway. He had to get out of this weird place, maybe when he was able to get into the fresh air and the darkness of the night he might feel more himself.
The clone looked confused and a bit concerned. “Alright.” He said simply, not going to fight Phantom that he was acting weird. He walked around him and started heading up the stairs, pulling the strange rod key from his pouch. When they reached the top he stuck the key into the small hole and the wall slowly opened into the basement of the building, still as dark as it was before. Vice fished out his flashlight and headed through the storage area.
He followed the clone and walked into the darkness of the basement. He wasnt sure if he felt better or not just from entering the room, but he did feel a little more at ease. As they headed through the storage area he recalled something, “Vice,” He said to get the clone’s attention.
Vice glanced back at Phantom with lifted brows. “Yeah?”
He licked his lips as he thought about what he wanted to know, “That villain- do you know his powers?” He asked calmly.
Vice stopped when he got to the elevator door and turned to look at Phantom. “He’s a sick mother fucker, literally. His power is smoke, gas, airborne chemicals. He can turn into smoke, he can emit a gas that makes you see things that aren’t there, choke you out whatever.” He shrugged. “I have specially made masks for dealing with him.”
He seemed to think this over for a few minutes in silence as he stared down at Vice. So, not like his power at all. However, it seemed worse in a way. “I see.” He’d have to try looking more into this…Psychodelic.
"You are coming with me aren’t you?" Vice said as he reached out and pushed the button to the elevator.
He lifted a brow up as he stared at the clone. “Am I?” he asked him curiously.
Vice looked at him a moment then turned to look at the elevator. “I just thought..” He shrugged, crossing his arms. “You’d.. wanna. Whatever.” He shrugged again, stupid elevator taking forever.
Phantom smiled slowly. Despite all that was running through his head he noticed that he’d been a little neglectful of the clone. He leaned forward and placed a hand on the wall beside the other man. He moved his head down to allow his lips to caress the villains ear. “Vice, I usually only tell the ladies this but…maybe you should hear it too?” He let his tongue slip out to taste that cute little blue ear, and he turned to kiss it softly before he said, “Don’t fall in love with me.”
He closed his eyes briefly when his ear was being whispered into, licked and kissed. Usually Vice had such a problem with this and he had for a long time but now it was wearing off, especially after what he’s seen tonight of Phantom. He slowly grinned, his eyes peeking open as he turned his face slightly to look at him. “Sure, no problem.. as long as the all powerful prince of darkness doesn’t fall in love with the alien clone.”
His smile widened, the villains reaction actually put him somewhat at ease. Seems he was a bit more comfortable with what the hero liked to do- that may have to be rectified. He’d have to get crafty in the future. “You’re not the one I’m looking for.” He said in the same smooth voice. “But I don’t mind playing for a while…”
The elevator dinged when it arrived, opening up for them. “Same here.” Which was very true, obviously they were were on the same level at this point, their princesses were in other castles. Vice watched him for a moment, not really sure how it got to this point but it all made for a strong distraction for now. He pushed him into the elevator. “Such a dumbass!” He laughed as he got in too.
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