InsaneJournal

Who: Felicia & Golem
When: Sunset
What: Arrival
Where: Garden
Rating: PG
Status: Complete


She sat on top of the large ‘B’ of the Daily Bugle building, enjoying the cold night air, eyes peeled for any sign of her wall crawling friend. The fabric of her suit clung to the flesh, but the New York winter breeze still sent chills down her spine until a clawed hand rose to zip the front up slightly -- though this simply meant her abdominals were covered. At any rate, the fur on her collar offered some warmth.

Things had been going badly for Peter (worse then before), and while she had registered and was technically supposed to help bring in rogues like him -- She never was one to adhere to all the rules, and nothing would stop her from helping him if she could. So far though no sign of him, but the night was young and he was supposed to be hiding. Felicia extended an arm, rope and hook shooting out, connecting with the nearest building, and allowing her to swing between them. Perhaps not as quickly as the Spider, but they worked for her. She’d only gotten a few blocks when her hook shot out into -- daylight and nothingness? The sky went from midnight back to the pinks and oranges of sundown, with mountains and trees instead of concrete. She tried to stop herself, flipping backwards into the darkness of New York only to fall downwards. She landed on her hands and feet much sooner then she should have as only moments ago she was near forty stories up, back arched like an agitated feline, and looked forward to find herself in the fading sunlight and grass, and it was certainly not Central Park. Cautiously she drew herself up and glanced around. It was a nice garden, to be sure, but she didn’t have time for this.

It was a shock, but she wasn’t a stranger to weird things. Hell, this wasn’t even her first time being transported someplace else, but it was no less unsettling. Especially considering last time something like this had happened it was with the intention to make her into prey for some hunter. However, that didn’t seem like the case this time. She was at the edge of some garden, and not far off there looked to be a resort.

Well, no point in standing here. She might as well say hello to who or whatever dragged her here. Maybe she could even buy herself a ticket back home. Felicia had a pouch of particularly expensive jewels tucked away in the fur by her left boot. It was supposed to go to Spiderman, she’d wanted to help in some way when she’d heard about his aunt getting shot, and the jewels could easily be sold for cash to pay for medical care -- but looked like they would have to go to a different cause now. Not like she couldn’t easily get her hands on more, after all.

The Black Cat strode out of the garden, obviously out of place, but no hesitation in her step. She had no doubt that she could take anything that was thrown at her if this was some kind of trap. It would be dark again soon as well, which would put her back in her element. Not to mention she wasn't too keen on walking about in this outfit during the day anyways, it took away from the whole look.