darkvaper

Darkvapor disappeared.

And reappeared in the elevator beside Poe at the last second.

"Hello Husk Scum!"

He grabbed Poe by the shoulders and teleported the two of them away simultaneously, before Poe could teleport himself.

They would reappear back inside the Pocket D, on the dance floor.

Darkvapor's hands flared a dark black.

"Time to die."

"Leader? I thought Vanguard was in charge." Darkvapor raised an eyebrow beneath that hood of his, his glowing eyes piercing into Matin's skull.

"As for my identification, I do happen to have it on me." With a snap of a finger he summoned the card to him.

It was your standard Rogue Isles I.D., the kind Recluse issued all his destined ones.

There was a mark on the bottom right corner thought.

IT was the mark of someone who had opposed Recluse. Someone who would probably be shot on sight if he entered the Isles.

He let the card hover next to the Sword Duo while he turned to face Karl.

"We don't have all day here Karl. I can sense it...I can smell it in you...the fear....the pain. How's your foot?" The sadistic tone he took on was rather terrifying. Add to that, there was an ominous cloud of dark mist that had begun to surround both Karl and Darkvapor.

"I can end that pain for you...all I need is the location of the City Representative and you are free to go."

When he didn't initially respond Darkvapor took it upon himself to force the answer out of him.

He wouldn't cause any permenant damage, at least...not yet.

Raising both hands in a theatrical motion Darkvapor let the energy inside himself gather at his fingertips.

Suddenly Darkvapor punched Karl hard in the gut. The force of the punch would be enough to take the wind out of Karl and possibly cause internal injury...nothing Darkvapor couldn't heal given enough time.

"The pain stops when you tell me what I want to know..."

*Having no fear I simply smile as NerdFury's head explodes*

"Yuck, now I got nerd all over me."

*Wipes chunks off.*

"Hey Chuck, wanna beer?"

*Dodges Chuck Noris Roundhouse kick*

"Hah missed"

*Force of the wind from the kick rips my pancreas in two*

"Crud"

*Rez*

*Gets hit by kick 100 more times, dying and re-rezing each time*

*Rez*

*Somehow hires the Husk Corporation*

"Yeah I need you guys to kill Chuck Norris, Mr. T., and Bruce Campbell."

It was hit in midair by a dark energy bolt.

"How childish." Darkvapor mused, exiting his phase shift in front of them. "But my friends do have a point Vahzilok scum, we don't need you alive to help us. But we don't necessarily need to kill you either. Please, allow me the pleasure of tearing his mind apart in a gloriously bloody fashion." Without waiting for a response he began the process.

Darkvapor's many powers just happened to include psychic attacks. It made sense, since the symbiote inside his body needed to control the mind of it's host that it could also affect the minds of other organisms.

Karl would experience extreme pain before being forced to answer Darkvapor's question, like some extreme form of torture. When he was finished Darkvapor would make Karl kill himself in a particualarly nasty fashion.

((At this point he's kind of berserking anyway.

It's a lot like tunnel vision.

Of course he's going to be rather pissy when the missile goes off))

"You like playing with blackholes huh?"

*Forms another one next to TeChamelon*

[i] The following transmission is from Antarctic Research Station Omicron to Carter Technologies Research Division Head of Department Dr. Walker:

Dear. Dr. Walker,

I regret to inform you of the deaths of seven team members today. It appears the alien (who called himself Darkvapor), survived the crash and attacked Team Leader Mike Brown as well as the six mercenaries attached to the team.

In fact, the only reason I'm alive now is because this Darkvapor character was killed by another entity. Our mysterious savior apparently used some sort of cloaking technology, and then promptly disappeared.

He seriously wounded Darkvapor, and according to the doctors here he is currently in a coma. We are currently preparing him for transport to a corporate research facility.

His vessel will have to be disassembled and repackaged for transit to a diffrent facility.

I am also requesting that the facility Darkvapor is sent to have it's security redoubled. We have very little understanding of his powers and how they work, but I would hate to think of this alien escaping into the rest of the world.

I cannot stress enough how dangerous this creature is. He was capable of cutting the security team apart with dark energy beams. I wouldn't be suprised if he is capable of tangling with a meta human.

Sincerely,

Eddie McMahon

*Darkvapor stops in midair*

"What the hell?"

*Falls down and is killed when he is run over by a stampeding elephant*

*Rez*

*Throws El D at a blackhole*

The hunter stood on one knee over a mile away.

He'd been there for most of the day, his attention focused on the wreckage of the spacecraft.

Clad in an insulated suit of armor replete with a cloaking device he was able to blend into the environment. Using his visor's zoom capability he was able to survey the wreckage and keep tabs on Darkvapor.

The arrival of the humans changed things.

He raised his invisble finger to the side of his helmet and clicked the comlink button.

"We may have a problem."

"Oh? What now?"

"The humans have found the wreckage. It looks like they're trying to pry him out of it."

"So? Can't you just eliminate them?"

"You know I can't. The client said not to interfere with human affairs." The hunter's voice was soft but carried an edge that struck terror into those who would think of crossing him.

"Fine, but what can we do to finish the contract?"

The hunter took pause. There really was nothing they could do without interfering with the humans. "Contact our employer and inform him of the situation."

"You know he's not going to like that..."

"I don't care at this point."
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"Any progress yet?"

"No. I swear I've never seen something this durable. It must have taken one hell of a hit to damage it in the first place."

"Just get it open." Mike responded excitedly. The worker gave a nod and then got back to breaking into the dropship.

They'd spent the last half hour cutting through the bay door. So far they'd made no progress, the material around the door aparently capable of taking far more damage then they'd anticipated.

Mike turned back to the makeshift command post he'd made. Mostly it was just a tent with several boxes in it and his laptop. The antenna attached to it gave him connection to the company's satelite network, allowing him access to the internet as well as the company's databases.

He took a seat in the foldable lawn chair behind the makeshift desk and shook of a chill. After logging in with his password he sent a simple message to his superior.

We found it! We found an alien spaceship!

After encrypting the message and sending it he heard someone yelling at him outside the tent. He hastily closed the laptop and then trudged back outside.

"What is it?"

"One of the side doors just opened. I think there's something inside the ship."

The man standing in front of Mike was pointing at a door on the side of the vessel, located just behind the cabin.

"Get a team over there. Tell them to try and take the occupants alive if possible."

The other man gave a nod and then ran over to the onlooking security team. After a few seconds in which he explained their orders the team grabbed their rifles and then set off towards the dropship.

Mike walked back into the tent. After a few seconds of silence he made his decision. Pressing his fingers against the clasps of one of the crates in the tent he propped it open. Inside was a [url] rifle [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/60/Rifle_FN_F2000.jpg]. He loaded a clip into it and then quickly ran back out the tent.
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Darkvapor stood there, waiting. The team assembled outside the door, guns trained on the opening. Their backs against hte side of hte vessel. After a few seconds pasue to catch their breath the team entered the dropship.

The moment the first team member entered Darkvapor was in motion. Dark energy shot from his fingertips and hit the man squarely in the chest. The dark bolt cut through flesh like a hot knife through butter and exited the otherside in a bloody fashion. The second man to enter caught some of it in his gogles.

Darkvapor however was already moving. He ran in front of the troop. His rifle came up far too late, Darkvapor having entered melee range. A dark glove grasped the man's throat. He could feel his very life force being sucked from him, and try as he might he couldn't break free of the icy grip.

There were four more men behind him. They all raised their guns and trained them on the alien.

Darkvapor, having had his fill of the man's life force tossed him in front of the gunmen. The two men in the back of the group depressed the triggers of their weapons.

The bullets harmlessly bounced off Darkvapor's armor. A grin crossed his face beneath the thick helmet he wore. He strode out of the vessel with an arrogance that came from years of tyranny.

He raised both arms, open palm towards the gunmen. Dark energy shot out and killed them in much the same fashion as the first troop.

The last one attempted to break away, but far too late. Darkvapor's eyes flashed an eery black and then dark energy shot out. The attack passed harmlessly through the visor of his helmet and hit the retreating trooper in the back. He gave a gasp as his lungs were torn apart by powerful dark energy.

Darkvapor turned his attention now to the huddled group of scientists.

Seeing them as little threat he took a few steps towards them.

"Humans, bow to your new lord and master, Darkvapor..." his deep booming voice took a menacing metallic tone thanks to his helmet. The scientists gave a few startled gasps and mostly stood aghast at the horror that stood before them.

Suddnely the thunderous sound of rifle fire interrupted the dark lord. Immediately he turned his attention to the source of the attack. Standing just outside the confines of his tent Mike Brown had his SC 20K rifle trained on the dark lord's helmet.

"Insolent worm."

Dark energy swirled around in the palm of his hand like a whirlpool before converting into a semi solid form.

It suddenly shot out of his hand towards the tent. As it covered the distacne between Darkvapor and the sniper it made a high pitched whine like someone screaming.

The attack hit the center of the tent, cutting through the thin fabric and making contact with the crates on the other side.

There was an enormous explosion, coupled with a fireball that shot upwards from the tent. Just barely visible amongst the debris that went flying was the body of Mike Brown.

A smile crossed Darkvapor's face.

Suddenly that smile broke into a gasp.

His body gave a quick jerk. There was a sickening sound of metal grinding against metal, and then blood burst from Darkvapor's torso.

A figure clad in silver battle armor decloaked behind him. A spear taht was almost as long as the warrior was tall stuck through Darkvapor. The assassin tightened his grip on the weapon and gave it a twist. Darkvapor cried out in pain as his insides were ripped apart by the weapon. As the dark lord bled out the assassin leaned in closer. "Hades sends his regards."

He then pulled the weapon out of Darkvapor. Blood covered the spear from end to end, but it had done it's part. Satisfied that his mission was complete the assassin cloaked once more and then set off at a sprint away from the body of Darkvapor.

The dark lord crumpled down to the floor, blood pouring out of his wounds. As he faded from consciousness the message kept playing through his mind like a broken record.

"Hades sends his regards."

"Hades...."

"Hades...."

*Is kept safe by special shield*

"Now it's time to demonstrate my latest weapon..........."

*kills self in explosion*

*rezes*

*Walks up to Entropy Aegis*

"Sup."

Upon seeing Poe veer off course the shadow figure also changed course.

Twisting and controting his body in midair he was barely able to get off a snap shot at Poe before being tossed by Fraenir.

It was actually a good thing Fraenir had thrown the man. It appeared that he was a very powerful brute and the fact that he had just changed direction so violently he would probably hit Poe with enough force to knock the Husk Lord into the elevators.

That couple with the dark energy around his fists and the massive amount of it inside him would probably make for one hell of a punch.

*At hearing the word flenses my head explodes*

*Rez*

*Runs into hidden lab and gets to work making an anti-flensing weapon*

"Save the melodrama for someone who cares." Darkvapor muttered under his breath. Really he didn't have to considering that he was phase shifted.

A thought suddenly came to his mind.

Without stopping to talk to the others he took off, teleporting to a building nearby.

He then exited phase shift and surveyed the area.

Reaching his arm outwards with his palm open to the sky he focused all of his dark energy into several small orbs that seemed to form out of thin air.

Wordlessly he sent them out on their mission. Within seconds hundreds of invisible little orbs were swarming the city sector. If any of them caught a wiff of the city representative they would alert Darkvapor. He meanwhile could rejoin the group.

On second thought he decided to stay here. Better to let those fools sort the whole Karl matter out on their own...

*Taps Chameleon on the shoulder*

*Freezes him when he turns around and then smashes his frozen body with a sledgehammer*

Mike couldn't believe it.

It was impossible.

And yet there it was, sitting right here in front of him.

The team leader had been skeptical from the start, but now, the wreckage that lay before him changed everything.

At first glance the wreck looked a lot like a [url] V-22 Osprey [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:CV-22_Osprey.jpg], but instead of the propellor blades the rotating engine nacelles had some form of thruster.

No, this was something else.

Just what he didn't know. All he did know was that the only way to find out more was to actually enter the vessel.

"Bill, let's see if we can get this door open." Mike pointed at the bay door on the backside. of the vessel. They were lucky it had landed on it's belly and not crashed into a mountainous glacier. However the impending storm threatened to change that unless they could find a way of moving the mamoth vehicle.

Little did they know they were being watched...

((Hope ya'll don't mind if i join the chaos))

"What the hell?"

From his perch behind the railing on the top floor of the Villain side another superpowered patron was shaking his head.

The rather hansome looking man stood about six feet tall with an athletic build. Wearing an expensive black blazer over a button shirt and slacks he looked like some sort of businessman.

Despite how ordinary he may have looked the man was hardly your average human.

The biggest tell was the eyes; the moment he caught sight of Poe the man's eyes flickered a strange blue black.

Suddenly dark energy coalessed around his body. Completely ignoring the rules of the club he leapt from the balcony and tackled Poe midair.

Suddenly two members of the advancing Clockwork party were frozen solid.

"Stop putting holes in mein base! Do you have any idea how hard it is to put all this together?"

Klaus hovered above the Clockwork assault party, a large freeze ray in his hands. He continued maniacally blasting Clockwork at random, the bright blue beams illuminating the otherwise dim corridor.
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Klaus watched the computer monitors with a look of pure shock and outrage.

"What's taking so long with the EMP?"

"EMP Activation in 20 seconds...."

"Hurry it up! The bots are all making a move for the lab!"

The small detachment had apparently found the hidden elevator. The hidden doorway in the boiler room had sealed them in but they were still moving.

No doubt upon the door shutting they had contacted their bretheren and call for backup. And like a swarm of ants they would invade the privacy of Klaus' hidden lab.

Twenty seconds later the EMP activated. Klaus watched as all of his cameras on the upper floors were destroyed in the blast and most likely the Clockwork as well.

"Turn on camera 5-A."

"Compliance." The computer's voice intoned.

Klaus' eyes widened in horror.

Meanwhile the elevator had reached the bottom of the elevator shaft. The EM pulse was incapable of reaching the lab due to the thick metal built around it, and as such the Clockwork in the elevator were naturally shielded from the disastrous affects of the EMP.

After a few moments of silently gawping at the computer screen Klaus remembered about the elevator. Cursing under his breath he turned around. "Where is my freeze ray? Where did I put the damnable contraption?"

"I do not know sir."

"Then help me find it you stupid machine!"

"I am not programmed to keep watch over your belongings. Perhaps you should place a tracker on your equipment..."

"Don't you sass me you blasted piece of junk!"

(OOC: Okay, this is basically the backstory for my most recent, and most used character, Darkvapor. Feel free to comment on the story as it progresses.)

Antarctica

Hell had frozen over.

Eddie McMannon rubbed his gloved hands together. The thin and lanky researcher of 32 years had only just arrived here, and his body was hardly used to the subzero temperatures of the South Pole.

Up ahead he could see the rest of the team assembling. Most of the men in the team were scientists, but there were six other men with the team. Eddie recognized them, they were corporate security goons. He imagined that they, much like himself were curious as to why they had been picked for this assignment.

A week ago he and several of his colleagues had been taken aside from their work in the lab by the head of their departemnt. What he told them was as ambiuous as it was intersting. Apparently the corporation's research facility on Antarctica had picked something up on it's radar. From what the bureaucrat had told Eddie there were temperature fluctuations in the area around the radar signature. Furthermore, there was a strange chunk of metal that a patrol had found outside the base. From what they had been able to determine the metal was alien in origin.

That's where things got complicated. Normally the company would be obligated to report something like this to Vanguard or Longbow or someone in charge. Problem was, they had no idea what the research team may have stumbled upon and they couldn't risk missing out on a possible scientfic breakthrough.

Eddie was just a simple lab scientist, but apparently his research into Rikti technology recovered from the war had been good enough to earn him a recommendation for the investigation team.

After riding a private jet out to South America they boarded a C130 Transport. After landing at the research facility's privately owned landing strip they had unloaded their gear and began their long trek across the barren icescape.

And now they were standing here in the midst of the arctic. Actually they had been here close to an hour. Apparently one of the snowmobiles broke down. Luckily one of the security goons knew how to fix it and they would be back on their way soon.

"Hey Eddie, how're you holding up?"

Eddie turned around to see who had called him. From behind came the team leader himself, Mike Brown.

"It's colder than hell out here. When are we gonna get going again?" he asked hopefully.

"They fixed up the snowmobile. We'll be getting underway in a few minutes."

"That's what you said ten minutes ago..."
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This is a fine mess you've gotten yourself into. That's what the sole survivor of the crash thought to himself.

Lying amidst the wreckage of his dropship Darkvapor wondered how he could have possibly survived such a hellish crash.

It was quite simple really. Somone wanted him to live.

Like most people do during a crash Darkvapor forgot about what had caused the incident and instead had focused on survival. As such he had'nt paid attention to where the ship that had shot him down had gone.

For the first time in a week he'd awoken. He was lucky to still be alive. Having lived off of the few supplies in the back of the ship he had given his wounded leg ample time to recover. He held off from actiavting the emergency beacon to call for help, because he knew that would attract unwanted attention.

No, until his wounds healed themselves he would hold back from exposing himself. He was rather shocked his enemy hadn't bothered to search for the wreckage, but now he knew why. Like a cat with a mouse his opponent was toying with him. Until Darkvapor's would-be killer got bored of waiting he would let Darkvapor live.

There was only one man Darkvapor knew who would do such a thing. That didn't encourage him though, because that was also the only person to have ever come close to killing him.

He was awoken from his thoughts by the beep of his alarm going off.

"Oh hell." he muttered under his breath. "He's here."

Rising to his feet he attempted to steady himself by leaning against the hull panel nearest him. Taking a deep breath he slowly walked over to the cockpit.

He had left the dead pilot and copilot in their seats. They would receive a proper burial as soon as the danger had passed, but until then their bodies would have to stay here. Reaching over their lifeless corpses he flicked a switch on the dashboard.

On the flatscreen display built into the center console was the image of the sensor beacon he'd deployed. After a few adjustments to the camera's setting he saw what he was looking for.

Thermal images. Big ones.

A small caravan of snowmobiles was headed straight for him.

"Humans..."

Where the hell was Darkvapor?

By the time Bladewing turned around Darkvapor had regained his strength.

Now that he had phase shifted he was able to exit the shield. Rather than take his revenge out on the Vahzilok, he instead decided to try and let reasonwin this fight for him.

If the Vahz tried anything he'd help the heroes. Otherwise he'd just sit around and try to relax a little.
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Initializing startup protocol

A low hum filled the underground chamber. From within the darkness of the cavern the nuclear fission reactor was hard at work producing the energy required to run the facility.

Initializing Security Camera 3-A

Activating defense systems....

As the computer mainframe awoke from it's slumber computer moitors flickered to life. Flourescent lights all over the lab were turned on.

The gate in front of the elevator slid itself open. It's sole passenger stepped down out of the freight elevator and onto the thick concrete floors.

Doctor Klaus had personally built had this facility built. Normally this would have taken quite some time, but thanks to a small army of robots he was able to build it in a matter of weeks.

There was millions of dollars worth of high tech super computers, and similarly priced lab pieces.

From the elevator Klaus marched down a single low ceilinged tunnel into the lab proper. Already he could smell the familiar scents of his chemical lab, and hear his nuclear fission reactor humming away.

The main lab was a large box. Really that was the only thing you could compare it to. His mega viewscreen rested against one wall and there were computers all around it. Closer to the entrance were tables with beakers full of chemicals and even three operating tables.

Against the side of the room was a long row of cabinets, refrigerators, and a door to the bedroom. The rest of the room was cluttered with various odds and ends, including several disassembled robots.

Klaus strode over to the supercomputer's viewscreen. At the base of the massive HD TV was your average mouse and keyboard. The mad doc took his seat and within moments he was hammering away at the keys.

Initializing Security Scan...

Klaus reached his arm over for an open bag of chips resting atop the desk.

A 3-D blueprint of the building appeared on screen moments later.

There was a high pitched beep. Red blips appeared within the confines of the blueprint. Each one represented an intruder.

Klaus swore under his breath. The clockwork were all over hte place. Worse yet, a detachment from the main group had actually made it's way to the boiler room.

There were about six bots in the detachment. Two prototype oscilators, an assembler prince, and three knights.

"Computer, status of EMP prototype?"

"Electromagnetic Pulse generator is fully functional."

Another beep. A green dot appeared in an office on the fifth floor.

"Prepare it for detonation sequence and seal the lab."

There was a loud bang.

And then suddenly blood poured out of one of the eidlons.

And then another.

And another.

Any meta would instantly recognize the sound of rifle fire. More importantly, that of a sniper rifle.

Apparently Darkvapor had brought friends to the party.

However, Darkvapor still had the fifteen soul drains to deal with.

He immediately felt his strength being sapped out of him. Hell, his very life was being stolen. That was something he really didn't like.

While he had a dark shield around himself it crumpled like a soda can. As for coming up with any other defenses, his darkstar had taken alot of energy out of him. He couldn't possibly teleport away.

He did however have enough power for one last trick. He stretched his hand out toward the nearest Eidlon. Dark energy shot outwards. Since the Eidlon was at point-blank range Darkvapor suspected his own life force stealing attack would succeed. If so, he would be able to stall the Eidlons with his superior attack, but unless he got help quckly he would still die...

Darkvapor decided he hadn't reached his kill quota for this century yet.

So these Vahzilok abominations would have to do.

He disappeared for a few moments, only to reappear in the midst of the Vahzilok crowd.

Rather angrily he brought both arms in close to his chest. The dark energy in his body reached the optimum level and in about two seconds he was ready.

A massive amount of dark energy errupted from him as he swung his arms outward. In the middle of the crowd he was far capable of wiping out a substantial amount of vahzilok.

To make matters worse he also had created a cloud of darkness around himself. The cloud made it rather hard to see anything, unless you happened to be Darkvapor.
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Klaus made it to the boiler room in the basement. After muttering several curses in German he opened the door.

He was greeted with the familiar grinding sounds of the machinery in the room coupled with the extra heat and various other atmospheric anomalies. He cared little for them however. After shutting the door behind himself he walked over to the main boiler.

He reached his gloved hand out toward the machine. After feeling around hte side of it for a few seconds he found the hidden switch.

There was a loud hiss followed by several clicks. Suddenly a piece of the concrete wall next to the machine began to move. Slowly the door to the hidden laboratory made room for the crazed German, who was tapping his foot incessantly.

When the door had opened he marched down the concrete corridor. It was dark here but he knew where he was going. At the end of the corridor was a freight elevator. Above it was a large flourescent light. Klaus reached the elevator and after closing the iron gate behind himself punched the down button. After a brief jolt the creaky old elevator began it's rather long and noisy descent.

Darkvapor walked towards the hole in the wall, covering the distance in moments.

While he didn't show it physically Darkvapor was very much in tune with his surroundings now. Much like how bats see by reverberating sound off of solid surfaces he began to rebound invisible dark energy around the area, his finely tuned senses detecting the dark energy, forming a mental radar of the area.

Beneath his dark hood red eyes flared. "I will only ask you this once Vahzilok worms, tell me where the city representitive is, or I will make the last moments of your life miserable."

Despite how arrogant and smug he may have sounded, he was more than capable of handling the situation without the aid of the task force. Still, the Vahzilok would mistake his cold logic for arrogance and most likely resist.

As such he began to build up dark energy around his fists, ready to blast the nearest Vahzilok should things get messy.

((Ach! You are reading my mind again!

*zaps bladewing with uberfreeze ray*

"Das what happens to nosy forum posters"))

Klaus' turrets may have popped out when the clockwork stepped onto the floor, but they didn't recede until they'd blasted everything they deemed "hostile" or Klaus shut it off. Sometimes they kept blasting the corpses of enemies until they were completely vaporized.

The turrets fired volley after volley, first at the clockwork in the front of the group and then the flying clockwork, along with the others.

One turret overheated from firing too much and burst into flames. A second one followed suit moments later.

And then another.

And another.

In fact, more turrets were dying than clockwork.

As happened so often, Klaus forgot to maintenance his used equipment. They weren't used to firing so frequently.

So more and more clockwork reached the elevator. Now all they had to do was figure out where Klaus had gone...
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Darkvapor shook hands with both the Sorcerer and the Colonel.

"Pleased to meet you." he said in the most polite voice he could muster.

They would find that his grip too was cold. In fact the moment they touched his hand they felt an urge to pull away, but somehow managed to shake his hand and then walk away.

Maybe they were just imagining it, or maybe they just didn't like him...