OOC: So I guess it's safe for a certain vampire slayer to make his comeback, eh? Oh and awesome post, Keyser, I'm loving the cheeseburger line. Pure, villainous comical genius *cackles maniacly*
Rubble, ash, dust, glass.. Hell you name it. All that was left from the power plant was ruins - torn, twisted chunks of metal and brick piled together like a never ending grave. But was that really all? Nuh uh uh..
A single arm, bulky, scraped, bruised and well covered in dust smashed it's way out from the surface of the catastrophy. It was Blade. The arm bent inward, pushing down against the mess in an effort to pull the rest of its buried body up for a well needed breath.
After a few moments of digging his way out, Blade simply slumped over, he was done. 3 broken ribs, cracked skull, ring and pinky fingers on his right hand shattered, and his left ankle snapped in two. Along with what had already taken its toll on Blade were countless scrapes, bruises, stab wounds and the like. The poor man looked like half of what he was, a living corpse.Blade's eyes rolled back into his head as he quickly died down into a deep slumber.....
When he woke up he was back at one of his many hideouts stationed all around New York, this one was lazily, but sturdily built underground in Queens. Thanks to Magneto's and Photon's help they managed to survive it all, but Blade was too tired to really tell where he was or what had just happened.
"Shh, sleep son, you need it.. And don't worry about yer syrum, I fed you it while you were unconsious.", said Whistler, as calm and gentle as a man like him could be.
Blade murmmured, he was half awake and just as alive. He quickly began to fall back to sleep.
Whistler came over and began checking out his injuries, calculating how long it'll take for him to cure them out on his own and whether or not he'd need to hepl him out in the regard, "Well..", he he whispered to himself, "You're doing pretty good for an ammature, most of your bone fractures healed on the way over here, and with the huge mess outside, there's a reason why it took so damn long to make it."
Blade fell back into unconsiousness, having another one of his nightmares while Whistler walked over to his work station to get Blade's gear ready...