[ Ever since Venezuela, Felicia hadn't been working quite as frequently as usual. She got restless when she didn't, of course, but the sights and sounds of civilians screaming flashed in her mind now and then when she donned her mask. All those deaths.
Bad luck, was what it was.
Tonight she was out as usual, all in black except for the fur highlighting her gloves, her collar, her boots. A trademark. She's in the mood for action, but she wonders how risky risks really are with powers like hers. Every cut wire, every broken case; what happens? She sits poised on the edge of a rooftop, goggles lit up as she decides between two adjacent storefronts; a jewelry store and an art gallery. ]
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Bad luck, was what it was.
Tonight she was out as usual, all in black except for the fur highlighting her gloves, her collar, her boots. A trademark. She's in the mood for action, but she wonders how risky risks really are with powers like hers. Every cut wire, every broken case; what happens? She sits poised on the edge of a rooftop, goggles lit up as she decides between two adjacent storefronts; a jewelry store and an art gallery. ]