Re: log: flash/felicity mission
The creep factor? Impressive. He loomed out of darkness into corporeal reality just by her side but only just. Felicity flinched and wouldn't luck have it but the small movement brought her out of fingertip-reach. Not that helped any with the creep but you know, luck could only do so much. But the girl left behind in a rich-brat high school, she had loved horror the genre.
Felicity looked him over slow, from the mask and hood to the flick of his hand, "Nice duds. Very slasher movie from the nineties." Without the hood? He resembled your average quarterback out on a night breaking the law but the creep factor lingered. That? Was probably the point.
"Oh these?" She turned the toe of her black boot - steel-capped toe, rubber-gripped sole, "They just went so much better with the outfit. And they match my accessories." The cherry-red smile spread; she'd missed the costume. She'd missed everything about taking in the night air with every chance of running some kind of hair's breadth from danger (rich people got a little touchy about her taking their toys) and her eyes gleamed underneath the black knit cap.
And no. She'd put it down to skill. Hands and knees and learning how to pick locks or slide a blade through the edge of a frame to slit the canvas out from within without causing so much damage it was worthless. Luck was still something Felicity was trying to wrap her pretty red head around.
"Dimensional rift. Right. Come across those every Tuesday." The clicking thing? Not helping the creep factor. "So which way are we going in?" Brassy confidence and not a teensy bit of room for doubt.