(OOC: My First Board Rp, and my First Post as Will Magnus. Feel free to join in any one!)

Magnus flicked the collar of his trench coat up, to protect the back of his neck from the rain pouring from above. He had stopped outside of a block of offices, the fifth floor was to rent. The money he’d made during the past year, through somewhat dubious means, was enough for him to rent it and fit it with rudimentary scientific equipment; however, it did mean that the scientist was now sleeping on the floor.

Still, sacrifices must be made in the name of science. Will removed his wide brimmed hat and held it in his hands as he moved into the building. His hands were still shaky, it had only been ten minutes since his last medication dosage, and he was still feeling a little…odd. It was akin to feeling completely invulnerable, but watching someone else feel that way. It was like Will Magnus was a superman, but he was just an onlooker on the street, watching the meta-human soar above him.

Will set down his duffle bag at the door to his office floor, and closed it behind him. He let out a long sigh removing his coat and placing it, along with his hat onto the coat stand. He walked in silence to the radio, and flicked it on. Low level Chatter filled the room, as he sat down at his desk and stroked his stubble.

“Who did this to you, My Metal Men?” He asked nobody, spreading the photographs of his former friends and creations out on the desk. The desk itself was covered in papers, with violent scratches of writing scrawled across them. Underneath the papers, the desk itself was covered in Marker pen diagrams and symbols.

“Hey Doc, are you going to sit there all day an’ ignore me, or are we going to do some tinkering?”

Magnus turned his head, previously he had managed to recreate a Metal Man, Mercury, before. However, Mercury was such a rare commodity these days that he was having to slowly build up a new amount of the Metal to recreate him. The Metal Man Torso currently sitting on his workshop bench was an all new Metal Man. Bismuth.

The Pink Metal, a colour taken on when it had oxidized with the atmosphere, had strong diamagnetic properties, which allowed him an small advantage of the foe that was stalking them both. He had stalked them since they had left Metropolis, and showed no signs of letting up, hence Magnus’ dying his hair, and using false names, even supplying the false name to rent the office space he used.

However, the fact that Bismuth was both Male and Pink meant that he had something of an attitude problem.

"Hey! Doc, I'm talkin' to you. You don't want to be ignoring Bismuth over here, i'm going to be your defense against that Magnetic Mook whats coming after us, you wanna be treating me with some respect, is what im saying!" Bismuth Spat.

"Yes, Yes. I'll come over now..." The Doctor shuffled his feet and moved over to the work desk, pulling a wrench and a few other tools onto the side and connecting Bismuth into his computer terminal once again.

"I've put out the world Bismuth. There are other Heroes here in Gotham, ones that might be able to help us try and defeat these Soceity Goons that are following us, and help solve who killed my Metal Men."

"Yeah, yeah. So long as you don' forget me, we're alright, eh?"