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nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-19 09:06 pm
pussyfootaround) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-19 09:06 pm
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Crossing Your Path [Open]
Wind whistled past Felicity Thompson's ears as she hurtled off of the edge of the Hammer Industries rooftop, her mouth parted in a gleeful grin as Hammer's security guards fired off at her. The good thing about having taken all the power on the block off, of course, was the fact that Felicity's slinky black catsuit blended very well in with the night.
She checked her belt one more time to ensure that the blueprints for what Hammer had been designing were still there - and they were. Good. She wasn't sure what the top secret project was about, exactly, but the fact that she had it boded well. She could examine the plans, tear them apart, and repurpose them.
Given that she also now owned the last bit of information regarding the project - she'd utterly destroyed everything else - it'd take Hammer and his lackeys months to get back up to speed. By then, this project would have been recreated into something better for use by the Wild Pack.
Felicity twisted in mid-air, righting herself as she came closer to the ground, and expertly landed in a crouch, one leg extended. A cool nighttime breeze whipped up the hair of the platinum blonde wig that was attacked to her stylized cat-mask. Unable to help herself due to an old habit picked up in her gymnastics training with her mother, Felicity whispered a barely audible "Meow" and then grimaced. Sure, you're great with the technological advancements, but when it comes to dressing up like a woman in a catsuit, you're all stereotypical tropes, aren't you? she chided herself as she took off at a sprint. She didn't turn back, but the specialized sound receivers in the stylized ears of her mask picked up the sound of a few guards bursting out of the premises and following, feeding the sound directly into her ears. Felicity's grin grew wider.
So they were going to chase her. Oh, fun!
Felicity turned a corner and leaped up, grabbing ahold of a pipe that bridged the narrow gap between two of the Hammer Industries buildings. The pale yellow goggles on her mask gave off an eerie glow as their night vision capabilities kicked in. After a count of three beats, Felicity swung down, catching two of the people chasing her - a man and a woman, she noted - in the chin, and knocking them out. Felicity landed on her feet and continued running, turning a corner and not even stopping short when she found another guard standing there, with a gun aimed at her. Using her momentum, she rushed him, grabbing him by the forearm and swinging him off-balance. She then smashed the heel of her boot into three different places on his right ankle, shattering the bone there, before doing the same with one of his elbows. She kicked his gun out of the way and continued her escape, cursing herself for not having kept her bike closer by.
Granted, then they might have heard her coming. While she herself was quiet, she hadn't yet mastered sound-dampening technology as a whole, but there had to be some company that had something similar that she could steal. Maybe Stark or that one Brazilian place, Veridian Dynamics. On my next outing, Felicity considered.
A bullet whizzed by Felicity's head as she came to one of the other, smaller towers that made up part of Hammer Industries' corporate stronghold. Honestly, the place was so much more ostentatiously designed than the buildings that housed Stark Inc, Baintronics, and Horizon Labs.
There was, she surmised, only one person left chasing her. The rest were too far behind, still scrambling to catch up. Hammer's security, she'd noticed, was far less effective this time than they had been the last two times she'd broken into his premises to help herself to some information. Evidently, good help was hard to hire.
Felicity leaped onto the side of the building and deftly started climbing up, her diamond-and-Dargonite tipped claws digging deeply into the building's facade. She thought she was doing well until she reached the top of the building and came face to face with someone wearing some sort of prototype armour, all orange and hot pink, with sparking strings of something extending from the fingertips of the armour. They looked like electrically charged whips.
"What is it with these big industrialists and their armoured guards?" Felicity asked as the technological behemoth started to clamber towards Felicity. Well, at least it was slow.
The thing swung its whips at Felicity and Felicity threw herself down on her back, the whips missing her by barely an inch. She flicked her wrists down, palms facing upwards, and hooks shaped like the paws and claws of a cat shot out, attached to thin, highly durable Carbonadium coils. The claws gained purchase in the calves of her armoured foe's suit and Felicity flicked her wrists up and the coils retracted, drawing Felicity towards the behemoth. As she came closer to it, Felicity leveraged herself up, pushing up off the ground. Felicity was upright now, her claws detaching themselves from the giant. This thing was built for distance battle, not for extremely close, intimate, hand-to-hand combat.
Which was a shame on its part, because that was what Felicity specialized in. She was a flurry of kicks, punches, jabs, and claw slashes, taking the thing down in moments. As she stared down at the cowering security guard who'd been forced to wear the thing, Felicity hoped that the plans she'd stolen weren't for that. Because wow, what a poor invention that was.
Felicity turned back and waved at one of the security cameras that was trained on her. The next morning, Hammer would see what an epic fail his invention had been. Three weeks from now, the Wild Pack would have things that were inspired by the design, but created for different applications. These things, of course, would actually function.
With a smirk, Felicity leaped off the building and went hurtling back off into the rest of the night, and whatever awaited her there.
She checked her belt one more time to ensure that the blueprints for what Hammer had been designing were still there - and they were. Good. She wasn't sure what the top secret project was about, exactly, but the fact that she had it boded well. She could examine the plans, tear them apart, and repurpose them.
Given that she also now owned the last bit of information regarding the project - she'd utterly destroyed everything else - it'd take Hammer and his lackeys months to get back up to speed. By then, this project would have been recreated into something better for use by the Wild Pack.
Felicity twisted in mid-air, righting herself as she came closer to the ground, and expertly landed in a crouch, one leg extended. A cool nighttime breeze whipped up the hair of the platinum blonde wig that was attacked to her stylized cat-mask. Unable to help herself due to an old habit picked up in her gymnastics training with her mother, Felicity whispered a barely audible "Meow" and then grimaced. Sure, you're great with the technological advancements, but when it comes to dressing up like a woman in a catsuit, you're all stereotypical tropes, aren't you? she chided herself as she took off at a sprint. She didn't turn back, but the specialized sound receivers in the stylized ears of her mask picked up the sound of a few guards bursting out of the premises and following, feeding the sound directly into her ears. Felicity's grin grew wider.
So they were going to chase her. Oh, fun!
Felicity turned a corner and leaped up, grabbing ahold of a pipe that bridged the narrow gap between two of the Hammer Industries buildings. The pale yellow goggles on her mask gave off an eerie glow as their night vision capabilities kicked in. After a count of three beats, Felicity swung down, catching two of the people chasing her - a man and a woman, she noted - in the chin, and knocking them out. Felicity landed on her feet and continued running, turning a corner and not even stopping short when she found another guard standing there, with a gun aimed at her. Using her momentum, she rushed him, grabbing him by the forearm and swinging him off-balance. She then smashed the heel of her boot into three different places on his right ankle, shattering the bone there, before doing the same with one of his elbows. She kicked his gun out of the way and continued her escape, cursing herself for not having kept her bike closer by.
Granted, then they might have heard her coming. While she herself was quiet, she hadn't yet mastered sound-dampening technology as a whole, but there had to be some company that had something similar that she could steal. Maybe Stark or that one Brazilian place, Veridian Dynamics. On my next outing, Felicity considered.
A bullet whizzed by Felicity's head as she came to one of the other, smaller towers that made up part of Hammer Industries' corporate stronghold. Honestly, the place was so much more ostentatiously designed than the buildings that housed Stark Inc, Baintronics, and Horizon Labs.
There was, she surmised, only one person left chasing her. The rest were too far behind, still scrambling to catch up. Hammer's security, she'd noticed, was far less effective this time than they had been the last two times she'd broken into his premises to help herself to some information. Evidently, good help was hard to hire.
Felicity leaped onto the side of the building and deftly started climbing up, her diamond-and-Dargonite tipped claws digging deeply into the building's facade. She thought she was doing well until she reached the top of the building and came face to face with someone wearing some sort of prototype armour, all orange and hot pink, with sparking strings of something extending from the fingertips of the armour. They looked like electrically charged whips.
"What is it with these big industrialists and their armoured guards?" Felicity asked as the technological behemoth started to clamber towards Felicity. Well, at least it was slow.
The thing swung its whips at Felicity and Felicity threw herself down on her back, the whips missing her by barely an inch. She flicked her wrists down, palms facing upwards, and hooks shaped like the paws and claws of a cat shot out, attached to thin, highly durable Carbonadium coils. The claws gained purchase in the calves of her armoured foe's suit and Felicity flicked her wrists up and the coils retracted, drawing Felicity towards the behemoth. As she came closer to it, Felicity leveraged herself up, pushing up off the ground. Felicity was upright now, her claws detaching themselves from the giant. This thing was built for distance battle, not for extremely close, intimate, hand-to-hand combat.
Which was a shame on its part, because that was what Felicity specialized in. She was a flurry of kicks, punches, jabs, and claw slashes, taking the thing down in moments. As she stared down at the cowering security guard who'd been forced to wear the thing, Felicity hoped that the plans she'd stolen weren't for that. Because wow, what a poor invention that was.
Felicity turned back and waved at one of the security cameras that was trained on her. The next morning, Hammer would see what an epic fail his invention had been. Three weeks from now, the Wild Pack would have things that were inspired by the design, but created for different applications. These things, of course, would actually function.
With a smirk, Felicity leaped off the building and went hurtling back off into the rest of the night, and whatever awaited her there.