log: flash/felicity mission
There was a soft clicking noise, alien and impossible to pinpoint. Flash could sometimes drift off while in shadow mode and the alien had noticed Felicity first, talking in its native tongue to wake up Flash. The shadow on the tree stirred and then like a ghost in a horror movie, Reaper walked out of the darkness next to her. He was dressed like the grim reaper. A white, bone mask shaped like a skull was over his face and the rest of his body was shrouded by a cape. It moved on its own, curling in the gentle breeze as if it was threatening to turn into smoke. He was tall and impossibly built like a linebacker from hell.
"...Hi." He raised his hand in a wave, voice distorted by the alien influence. Flash was a lot less energetic under the influence of the Reaper, which made the whole thing very emo and goth to look at. He reached for the bone mask and pulled it off with a hiss of smoke, pulling his hood down so she could see his face.
"Good, dude, no sandals." Flash joked and then wondered if she ever thought it was odd she didn't need a lot of gear stealing shit. Just a catsuit and she never wondered about a special ability? He figured he was just lucky that a black goopy alien was easier to notice than good luck. He put the mask back on and then turned towards the mansion. Hood up.
"This place was empty for years." His voice was slow again. Very serious. "One night, a passerby noticed there was something glowing inside. When he tried to investigate, he couldn't find anything. Recon suggests a dimensional rift." Reaper click, clicked. "Maybe a gateway. We got to get in there as quietly as possible, observe and then shut down anything that looks dangerous."