Re: log: flash/felicity mission
Reaper wasn't a guy who had a lot of backup plans so if banking on her luck powers didn't work out, he was going to have go full guns blazing. There was a moment of worry (all Flash and not Reaper) that maybe he was too rusty to lead a mission. He felt ready, but was he really? Reaper on the other hand was anxious to tear through the mansion. Whatever the goblins were up to was probably not good and eliminating them made sense to the alien. The suit made them compromise.
He turned to see her open the door, formed into a ball of black goop and bounced himself into the room after her. Once the door was closed, he reformed, black liquid bubbling until he took shape. They were in the bathroom that was decorated with tacky green marble and mirrors above that tub. The implications of some rich dude needing mirrors like that made Reaper want to hurl. But, anyway.
"Good work." He hissed like smoke escaping and stayed quiet until he heard the clatter of the goblin's feet pass, double back and then continue away. Reaper folded his arms and bowed his head, thinking. "We need to figure out how they got here and make them leave. I'd rather not kill them." Flash speaking, not Reaper. Reaper thought it was a lot safer to kill the little dudes. "If there's a hole or some kind of warp gate, we could get it working and then I could scare them into it. The problem is finding it."