Re: log: flash/felicity mission
Felicity was beginning not to like crystal. It was cheap, it was not even close to diamonds and good fake crystal could fool a thief in the dark when running on adrenaline and over rooftops. Now? Crystal's rep was getting worse and worse with the more crystal joined the party, and she wasn't thinking so much as she was irritated.
Reaper? Was trying not to die, and Felicity figured goop wasn't the easiest way for a person to go about figuring out what the hell the dead man in the crypt of a crystal was doing floating. That falling mirror ceiling panel? She reached for it, and while it sliced a thin shriek of pain across the web of her thumb, she tossed it, aimed (with a little bit of luck, of course) directly at the crystal mountain trying to pound her unlucky friend into dust.
Mirror. Meet cheap crystal. It sliced or it broke, she couldn't tell the difference, but it cleaved off a sizable chunk of cubic zirconia knock-off and Felicity grinned satisfaction in scarlet as she launched herself at it. No matter what percentage of manipulation she brought to the table, she figured half-collapsed? Was a lot easier to knock over and smash than not collapsed at all.
"You leave me all the good jobs. Distraction, subterfuge, now crystal smashing, if this is your sales pitch, Reaper, I think you need to lower your asking price." Grin.