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He almost had it. Bruce had been following a scientific lead for about a week now. A high dose of complex chemical chains that would remove all signs of gamma radiation from his cells. He had done some testing on his own blood and all seemed well.

Bruce took a breath to settle his nerves, eyeing the blue colored liquid in the test tube. "Here goes nothing....I hope." He carefully took a swallow, making a face at the taste but getting it down well enough. And bracing himself for a violent reaction.

....


One that didn't come. Bruce opened his eyes, looking down at himself. He didn't feel any different. Maybe that was a good thing. He took his own pulse. Normal.

Uh oh, he hadn't realized time had gotten away from him. He was going to be late for work. Bruce quickly grabbed his coat, heading out the door as he pulled it on. It was his first day as janitor for a large building in New York. Rather than hail a cab, he took his chances with jogging. So far, so good with the formula.

on 2013-12-30 04:07 am (UTC)
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Lamont was on his way to an early evening function at the Cobalt Club. He'd recently finished some work at the Sanctum, so Moe's cab had been his choice of transport today as he stepped from the cab and turned to give the driver some brief instructions. With a smile and a tip of his hat to the loyal agent, Lamont turned and headed into the building.

It was a minor gala held in honor of the most elite members of the club, among them certainly counted Lamont. He was dressed in fine threads that expertly hid a most fearsome weapon beneath. Normally he disarmed for his visits but this kind of crowd had a habit of drawing all sorts of trouble and he would not be caught unawares.

He had just finished greeting Wainwright and was pulling out a chair to sit down when something caught his attention. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but it tugged at his mind and he couldn't help but mentally tug back as he gave a look back toward the front of the club as if he expected someone to walk through. Instead, as he felt the presence grow stronger he felt his mind become briefly overpowered and he quite missed his chair as he crumpled to the floor with a sigh.

on 2013-12-30 04:34 am (UTC)
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Lamont's head was pounding when he finally opened his eyes, the vision blurry for a moment before he realized he was outside. Confusion filled his mind briefly until he noticed the paper boy standing over him.

"Hey, hey mister, you okay?" A couple curious bystanders were gawking in a slowly forming circle as he sat up sorely.

"Yes, I...think so." He rubbed at the back of his head, and wondered how he'd managed to get this far without a crowd of suits around him. "Just, a minor spell." As he spoke though, something caught in his voice, something different and he looked down at his clothing. It was all completely wrong and he looked at his hands, turning them over and considering them as if for the first time.

"You sure?" His actions were certainly off, and it was hard for the kid not to notice.

"Yeah, sorry. Thanks." He gave a brief smile and gathered himself, the crowd dismissing now that the scene appeared to be over. He glanced around as he made his way toward a blind alley and then once he was certain he was alone he started to sift through his pockets. Cooler heads would prevail in this situation, even though he had a nagging sense of panic trying to worm its way into his heart. He would deal with that later, for now, he had to figure out what had happened.

on 2014-01-01 06:05 pm (UTC)
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Lamont, meanwhile, was finding the contents of his pockets were sparse as he tried to assess the situation. It wasn't until he reached inside of the light jacket and found an oddly familiar ID card that he began to learn something of the situation. It was a pass to enter his own building, Cranston Laboratories, but it belonged to the entirely wrong person.

"Bruce?" It wasn't someone he was familiar with, even though he tried to get a passing knowledge of most faces in his building. It could be a new employee, or a fake.

Settling his composure against the knot in his stomach, Lamont returned to the main thoroughfare and walked until he found a parked taxi. The side mirror provided a perfect opportunity to assess his state and he gave a deep frown as a stranger's face scowled back at him. Whomever this face belonged to had made a dangerous switch, and Lamont picked up the pace as he headed for his lab. He had an enigma to resolve and he was determined to find out who and what was behind this.

on 2014-01-06 05:56 am (UTC)
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Lamont found it relatively easy to jog to the building once he'd determined he wasn't far from the place. He made his approach carefully though, and then he saw one of his staff supervisors standing just inside the lobby door. He waved at Lamont, or Bruce really, and opened the door for him.

"Welcome to Cranston Laboratories, Bruce. You're right on time."

on 2014-01-06 06:30 am (UTC)
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Lamont found himself instructed in the cleaning duties of the building and since he wasn't provided keys to the doors, he was left on his own to mop the hallway while other employees were attended on other floors.

He couldn't make a call, his voice was too different and no one would recognize it. He did, however, have an intimate knowledge of the building that a new employee wouldn't. Something had triggered the situation, and he was in the perfect place to find out. Abandoning his mop bucket, he made a quick escape to a back stairwell and started for the floor with his personal lab.

on 2014-01-06 06:42 am (UTC)
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Moe is a shrewd hack, knowing when to speed up and slow down to make the most expeditious route to the lab. By the time he has the cab pulling up to the curb, Lamont is only just picking the lock to his own lab and sneaking inside before he's noticed.

His first order of business is to draw blood and see if he can pinpoint a physical means by which this situation arose...

on 2014-01-06 07:03 am (UTC)
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"We've, uh, finished cleaning your personal lab sir, if you'd rather use that." The man stops, a hand pointing to a separate elevator nearby.

In his lab, Lamont is staring quizzically at the scene under his scope. He's not certain where the chemistry starts or ends, so he prepares some for a centrifuge and busies himself with donning a lab coat and tending to some other prepwork. He has a battery of tests he wants to run.

on 2014-01-06 07:16 am (UTC)
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Lamont sits up straight, looking at Bruce with anger in his eyes. In a flash he's up and moving for the door, closing it and locking it behind him before rounding on the man in his skin.

"Who are you?! What is the reason for this?!" He snarls in the foreign voice, but keeps his tone low in case someone wanders by.

on 2014-01-06 07:27 am (UTC)
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"Yes. And you're Bruce, or you claim to be." He practically threw Bruce's ID card at him and backed off, taking a breath. He crossed his arms, still looking angry but the fire in his eyes tempering to a simmer.

"You have a lot of explaining to do. I recommend you get started while I work on some tests."

on 2014-01-06 07:38 am (UTC)
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"What do you think? I'm trying to find a way to reverse this." Lamont moves over to the scope, but stands a measured distance from the man. "I don't know what you did to yourself, but if we can't undo this, you're going to have larger problems. I can't have you walking around in my skin."

on 2014-01-19 09:40 am (UTC)
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Lamont took a breath and sighed.

"We will fix this. We'll be more productive if we work together. I..." He looked back to Bruce in his body and a smirk crossed his face. "You may not look like much right now, but I didn't open a lab just because it was a profitable venture."

on 2014-01-19 10:02 am (UTC)
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"I see." Lamont watches Bruce quietly as the man gathers up all the samples, that faint smirk staying on his face, even if Bruce's bombshell does severely complicate the matter. "Though I'd rather that these hands handle your blood, I don't want to go back into my body that suddenly has its own radiation poisoning." He holds Bruce's palms upward and then goes about finding a container to keep everything in until they are finished.

on 2014-01-20 05:51 am (UTC)
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"I wonder if my own inadvertent interference may have had something to do with this." Lamont gathers up Bruce's blood samples and then digs up a set of gloves holding them out to him. "Did any of your compounds happen to include side effects, such as altered states of mind?"

Lamont sits back in his seat and motions for Bruce to do the same. They will make better progress if they can talk this out and make a plan forward.

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