<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Colette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Showing off the goods.<br/><hr/>Jason crossed his arms over his chest, and found his way to a wall that he could lean against while listening to what insight Colette was offering. He'd not meant literally jumping out in front of the convoy of course – he wasn't stupid – but rather that any sort of attack on one felt like a bad idea. Still what she said made sense to him, and while he ran down his own mental checklist a lot of the things lined up. Then again all of her talk about other Evolved was... Well there was just no way. At least, not many. He genuinely took a moment to consider how many others he knew, and the list didn't even spring up to half a dozen... If he included himself and Colette.<br/><br/>His eyes darted to the door which he'd forgotten to shut, evident by the birds that were now in his garage playing around – and when one landed on his shoulder he couldn't help but take a moment to turn his focus to it. One of his brows raised. He'd spent a lot of time outside in the past and never had a wild animal just come perch itself on him, let alone act this well mannered. Paired with some of the verbal clues that she'd dropped earlier he could only guess that this was her doing.<br/><br/>Then came the more pointed question. Explaining the rest of his abilities was going to be difficult – and probably easier to shown then to tell, but when he did reveal things he usually liked to keep that part hidden. If, and he did mean if, they were going to assault a Tac 6 operation though, he knew there was no way that he wasn't going to expose that ability, so there was no harm in showing her. “Not just flying, no,” He replied.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for the little bird Jason quickly became something far less comfortable stand on. The heat leeched away from his skin, and it took on a rich steel-gray color, and then hardened. Everything about him took on this new visage in just a matter of moments. It looked like he'd been dipped in chrome and then pulled out – only his clothes didn't take on this shiny new metal form. The metal wrapped around him in a way that sculpted him and really emphasized the tone of his body – muscles tightly encased by this new display of his power. Perhaps more impressive though was that he seemed to scale up some with it – he was notably taller once he'd finished wrapping himself in steel.<br/><br/>Beyond his body though there was another transformation that was perhaps more impressive. His wings. Those long feathers that had been as soft as any wild creatures down, also took on a metal sheen. They were pristine, bladed, and just by looking at them decidedly sharp. Gone were the gentle, beautiful angelic looking things; replaced by what were best described as weapons in wing form. “Guns don't bother me.” He said. “I can stop the convoy, if I need to.”<br/><br/>Jason closed his eyes – which had lost their color, now a solid gray like everything else – and let his head flop heavily against the wall of the building behind him. “I need to talk to my wife.” He murmured, shaking his head head. “If I do this, it affects her too. She needs to know about it.” He continued; the metal from his body began to revert, in the same fashion it had come – almost like he was absorbing it. “Do you have somewhere to stay Colette?” He inquired, leaning forward to peek at her. “Let me think for the night, and we'll go from there, alright?”