Cat Got Your Tongue?

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spxctaculxr‌:

     Two fingers tap the side of his head three times. With a mechanical whir his mask retracts back, deep into his suit. Breeze hits his bare face, hair blowing ever so slightly. He tells himself it’s so her luck can’t mess with his vision. But maybe he just wants to see her with his own eyes, without oppressive heat and one way glass between them. She’d seen him before. Never a name to match, but to be quite honest? He didn’t think she minded much. Names were complicated. Getting her to admit she even had one besides Black Cat was a tougher task than catching her, most of the time.Good thing they were both hypocrites, otherwise she would’ve called him out far too long ago.      “Awe, if you want it so much I can let you borrow one. I’ve got quite a few. This is actually the least impressive. Didn’t think I’d need much for you.” He’s just the tiniest lying. And perhaps even bragging? Not that he’d admit it. No, he knew he couldn’t bring any of his fancy toys. Honestly thought about bringing his homemade suit with him instead of this. Probably should have. Shouldn’t get so caught up in impressing common thieves. Only lead to potential problems down the line.The less he had on him, the less she could use on him. “There is no fun here, Fee. Fun is bowling. Fun is spending time with people you like. That’s what I never liked about you. There’s no fun on either side of the law. Of morality.” His mind jolts a little. He’s reminded of Thanos. Waxing poetically over the whimsicality of universal genocide. These types were really all cut from the same cloth, weren’t they?      He knew well enough to realize she was trying to get a rise out of him. His body just didn’t seem to want to catch on. Could feel his heart beat just the tiniest bit faster. “Oh believe me. Nothing gets me going more than seeing a criminal in the back of a squad car. “ Tries his best to fire back at her. And… she’s gone. Challenging him to boot. Some things never change. Running start leads into a big leap. Can feel his hair blowing, wind smacking into his face. The lights below shine bright, and he has to shut his eyes. Disadvantages of going maskless. Everything else was far too sensitive. He flips in the air, landing in front of Felicia with a dull thud. At an in pass yet again. He doesn’t hesitate to make a move, however. Sends a web to her foot. Something small. Just enough to pass under her powers radar. Not big enough to cause her any trouble. Balls in her court again. “We really don’t have to do this.” He’s almost pleading with her. Even if he’s mostly loving every second.

There’s a freedom in the way it feels, the wind whipping white blonde strands about her face. The shivers it induces. Not so much caused by him so much as the thrill he seemed to cause. She always loved that part. It’s disorienting to see the same face from five years ago. Even if it's a brief glance, she can’t quite hold. There’s a lot of emotion in it and she’d rather not dwell on those nasty things right now. She doesn’t know the name but his almost comforting to see the face. Names were a commodity she could do without. MAde things personal and hurt worse. So she’d never ask, though it did make her itch to know. What would he really be hiding? She supposes it’s better left unsaid for now. 

“Ohh keep talking, you’re getting me all hot and bothered just thinking about how expensive that must be.” She pauses to laugh. “You’re nose is growing, Spider.” She’s calling his bluff. She’d certainly worn her best suit in hopes that the newly returned neighborhood hero would come slinging her way. But now that he’s taunting it, dangling that string before her face, she needs to teach him a lesson. Strut her stuff wearing one of those fancy suits aught to do the trick. It’s a devilish plan forming in her head that fades most of what he’s saying out. Something about morality. Law. No fun. Well, he’s got that right. “Can’t blame a girl for looking out for herself, now can you?”

“Should definitely get that looked at. Though I’d care to wager, it’s not the only thing to get you good and going now is it?” First-hand knowledge was hard to beat and her best ploy. She’s moving along the roofing as swiftly as possible. It feels far too easy, and yet she’s doing that on purpose. Giving him a chance to catch up. It’s the thrill of it all, but the small glimpses with him now that seem to settle against her leather-clad skin. She skids to a stop careful not to barrel into him. But the distance is small, easily crossed. “Oh, but I think we do.” It’s a seductive whisper because she knows they could be doing other things in other places, but she doesn’t say that. That ship. Crashed and sunk to the bottom of the ocean. She rolls her eyes. Webbing was a nasty thing to wash out, a nuisance more than a deterrent. A little maneuvering of her hand and slice of her claw, the sticky solution was always a pain in her ass to get rid of, she’s wiggling her foot free the trendles still dangling from it here and there. She moves with feline grace, body beside him, finger drawing along with the symbol in his chest. “Don’t pretend you’re not loving this. Consider it my welcome back present,” her voice dropped into a husky purr, “from me to you.”  Her lips are close, each syllable produced for clarity and effect punctuating her meaning, but she pulls back hoping to leave him dumbfounded.  Her favorite look on a male to date. Without thinking she’s moving around him, the rush of adrenaline pushing her on as the click click click of her newest toy beeps from where her hand had been. 

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secondsummers‌:

Alex had known women like the one stood before him. The way that she feigned innocence and batted her lashes usually worked on Alex but he was too tired this morning to even try and be courteous. “Funny, you don’t look like an Alex.” Especially since she hadn’t paid for the coffee. A barista came running up, asking for the cash for the coffee. To avoid any sort of public show, Alex handed her ten bucks and advised her to keep the change. “Oddly enough, I’m good.” He sighed. “If you were hard up for the cash I could have covered you.”

Well, he was no fun. Pity. She simply shrugged at his insinuation. “And what if my name is Alex then what?” It’s funny to her, the insinuation she didn't look like one name or another. What constituted a name after all? Pursed lips flatten at his ‘chivalrous’ action with the barista.  Had she easily squeezed past him that wouldn’t have a been a problem. “My hero,” she said dryly, “Often spot girls in your local coffee shop money? How white knight of you. ” Not that she’d needed it, of course, this was just more fun to do, “But I don't take handouts, nor am I a charity case. This,” She takes another long sip, “was just for fun. You should try that more often.”

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jj-reluctant-whiskyhero‌:

Jessica came out of the bathroom and stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted the other woman and glared at her, spreading her stance a little as she readied herself for a fight.

“When people break into my office it usually ends up with someone dead…” It wasn’t even a threat, it was just the truth, all those times she had never killed the intruder but still somehow someone ended up dead. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break anything, I fired the guy who handled the repairs around here… So who are you and what the hell do you want?”

There's no danger in the words she uses, that much is clear. It's meant to be a scare tactic but she doesn't scare easy.  "I would really advise against that. People tend to run into a stream of bad luck with that attitude." Lifting her hands, almost in a surrendering way, she can't help the smile on her face. "That sounds like a poor judgment call on your part, don’t ya think?" Probably not the best to goad the woman but oh well. Sighing she settles her features to the other. "I need..." the words taste awful in her mouth, "some help and what I hear is you’re the woman for the job." The less information she can give out the better off she is and she knows it. “I’m willing to pay.” Departing with the cash was like pulling teeth but hell it was better than the alternative.

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secondsummers‌:

After being on leave, Alex had longed for a decent cup of coffee. The school always had a never-ending wait and some mornings, Alex just didn’t have the patience. His order was called and just as he was about to walk up to collect his coffee, he noticed a blonde haired woman storming past without paying. Alex stood firmly at the door, arms folded as he waited. “You took my coffee.” Alex pointed at the cup that had his name on it. 

The moment ticks by and she waits for him to move. But his body language. It's all wrong. It's a brick wall just this close to freedom. "Did I?" She feigns innocence, batting her lashes as if it could have been a common mistake. He's decent looking enough, perhaps she thinks she can sway her way out of it but that's too easy. "My mistake, I swear I heard them call my name.” She's almost certain he won't buy the lie, he's too grumpy faced for that. Someone needed his morning cup. Rough.  Her gaze levels with his. Challenging twinkle in her eyes in all the fun ways. Licking of the residue coffee  from the lid  then her lips she smirks "Really want it back now?"

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oftimeheist‌:

Recovering from the trip back to Earth from space was an….experience. He thought going to space was going to be fun, but it took a toll on his body. Maybe it’s because he’s old…and not a super being. It took a day for the dizziness and feeling of nausea to go away. Now all that is left is his weird appetite. Scott is usually always hungry, but since being back he’s been stuffing his face less. He can’t really wait for this to pass because he misses tacos.

Catching the glimpse of someone on the rooftop is what pulls him from his reprieve. ‘Hmm, seems interesting.’ He thinks and reverting back to his thieving skills he follows her effortlessly. Scott slips into the house behind her and man was this place loaded. But he doesn’t do this type of thing anymore….but is this rich snob really going to notice a jewel missing? Scott walks into a room just in time to meet the person he was following. “No, you’re good. I was bored and decided to follow you and see what you were going to do.” He says looking at the piece of jewelry she managed to get before it disappears into her belt. “Taking advantage of the rich after a storm. I admire that.”

She studies him for a moment. Could be a ruse. Could be a ploy. But they say curiosity killed the cat, and she had nine lives left so why not take a gamble. Worst case it'd be his luck that turned. She has to admit she's not sure if she's more surprised than flattered at his words. "Often follow pretty women as they commit crimes? Or should I be flattered?"

It's amusing to her, clear by the sly smirk on her face. He poses no threat, not yet at least. Judging by the relaxed position she's still lounging in. "What can I say," She shrugs a delicate shoulder at him, sitting properly, legs crossing at the knees. "The opportunity was perfect. Gotta say, quite the response I'd expect from a bleeding heart, like yourself though. They usually condemn the behavior." Oh, she can smell it on him, it's hard not to recognize that familiar nod to a job well done. That sparkle of the eyes. “Unless,” she smiling now the words purring from her lips. “You know just what I’m talking about. Taken a trip on the other side of the law, have we?” she tsks, “Scandalous. What will the papers say?”

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[ @fifthsummers​ ]

Holding the coat tightly to her body, she weaved in and out of the crowds, moving on the clogged sidewalk. Careful, more so now then ever, she weaved between the people. Until her shoulder collided with someone, send a wince rocketing over her features. “Watch where you’re going,” She manages through gritted teeth, holding her coat tighter against her ribs. The black leather of her suit just visible at the collar. 

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[ @jj-reluctant-whiskyhero ]

She hated asking for help. It wasn’t her style. Left a bad taste in her mouth but when you need information, you had to think outside the box. And who better than a semi-functioning alcoholic? The thought made her laugh. What had this city become? 

Moving from rooftop to rooftop she found his destination. Sure she could have used the door, like normal people. Waited for hours or whatever. But that wasn’t her style. Clawing open the lock on the window Felicia slipped inside. Propping herself in the woman’s chair, she scanned the desk and its drawers. “Nice setup you got here,” She said her lips twitching to smirk.

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[ @secondsummers ]

The city was getting far too crowded for her liking. It made things far more complicated then they needed to be. Case in point. The coffee shop was far too crowded this early. How was a cat burglar suppose to maintain her nocturnal schedule if she couldn’t get coffee? Two orders called at the same time, she swiped one drink from the counter. No, she hadn’t paid for it but who would be the wiser with it so crowded? The building was still amidst the repairing, no one had looked away.  Tossing the blonde from her shoulder she stared down the body in her path. “You’re blocking the door,” she took a long sip of the coffee, fighting a grimace. God gross.

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lacewng‌:

Jaylen had seen her sneaking around when he was outside, basking in the moonlight and watching it glimmer on his wings. She didn’t seem familiar and she was definitely suspicious. The fairy followed her silently, his wings making no sound as he fluttered towards the mansion. Landing on his bare feet gently. He didn’t realize that she had seen him, making the young mutant blink when she spoke to him. 

“Y-You don’t belong here.”

He told her, dark hues looking down at the trinket in her hand.

“T-That’s Aunt Jean’s….. Give it back!”

He didn’t want to use his magic– he couldn’t control it. He didn’t want to hurt her but his fingers traced over the bracelets that contained his power.

Head tilted to the side she watches the other. Eyes always calculating, watching, planning her next move. He seems like a nice enough kid, but she wasn’t about to sit in a holding cell. “You’re right, I don’t.” No sense in lying now, she’d been caught red-handed. She had to laugh, “Who?” It’s a question meant to distract him more than anything. “Oh right, right. She...asked me to fix it. I’m bringing it back I swear,” fingers crossed behind her back and a pretty smile on her face. If it worked for the Grinch perhaps it’d work here. There was always plan B, ditch and run. But she’s not ready to leave. She half wants to see what he’ll do.

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spxctaculxr‌:

     She… she was gorgeous. Some things never change. In fact, they only get better with age. Like… real better. Dear lord. Leather clung to her skin, out lining every curve, hips wide, bust… Stop. He needed to stop. Zoomed in lenses snap back to a more wider view. Makes sure his mouth is closed before standing up. He words purr in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Was it pavlonian? Or was it merely anxiety for the chase they both knew was coming. Either way, every muscle was tensing. He wanted… to get things done quickly.       But good lord, they both knew that would be impossible. Her powers made things much more… tedious. Any risk. Impossible to take. Most safe bets? Would back fire. He still remembered trying to Web-Net her and getting caught in it himself. That was back when he still had a playground crush on her. Not…whatever had become of them in the meantime. Lovers, enemies, same age one moment, one too old for the other the next. It was… a whirlwind. Just how Fee liked it. Shame they’d never see eye to eye on that. Shame they couldn’t see eye to eye on much of anything anymore. “Mm, I’d say the same, but we both know mine’s cuter. And much more expensive. Made by Stark himself. Jealous?” Flaunts… just the tiniest bit. Has to have some leg up on her. If she can age, he can have connections to billionaires. “Didn’t even have to steal it.” Words a bit more steely, more serious.      He feels her shift behind him. Moves too fast for his sensors to keep track of. Of course. Never acted up before… guess that was just his luck. “Really? I heard you were having a nice dinner with a cold cell over some toiler wine.” Fake gasp. “Are you cheating on them? And here I thought you were loyal.” He knows it won’t do any good, but he tries to send a half-hearted web her way. Jammed. What a surprise. Guess they were doing this with just their natural abilities. Well, as natural as Spider’s pumping dna changing chemicals into his blood was. “You know…” You could change. You’re better than this. I miss you. Please. Stop. “I can’t let you leave here with those diamonds. Now, I could offer an empty hand. But if that’s not good enough, I’m sure a nice new pair of cuffs would be shiny enough to tide you over.” For once, he wish he didn’t know the answer to his own silly questions. She had five years to make things easier. Why would Peter make any difference?

He hadn’t changed a bit..unfortunately. That’d been some of the appeal. Older men. Basically cat-nip. But she supposed it wasn’t all bad. The wicked smile that graced her face was appreciative as her eyes mimicked his. Associating herself with him. She’d memorized those limbs, and yet here they were the same as she remembered. It was weird.  Anticipation rocketed down her spin, tingles following quickly after. Finally, she was going to have some fun.

She half wondered if he was thinking the same thing. Would it be like old times? Would he take calculated risks? Measured steps? Only to have them laughably blow up in his face. She wondered if he’d learned any new tricks to go along with that fancy outfit. She sure had. It was hard to wrap her head around. One moment they were on the next they were off and he’d vanished. Dust in the wind. The whole ordeal was dizzying and discombobulating all at once. But like many things in life she can’t help but enjoy the ride. Tongue darting out to lick her lip at the name, she raises an arched brow. Stark. Now that was new.  “Adorable,” She laughs at his taunt blonde flying about her ponytail, “Be a shame if something went missing, now wouldn’t it?” She’d have to add that to her to-do list. A welcome back gift from her to him. “Where’s the fun in that?” She fires back.

Lightfooted she moves from the roof to ledge. Balancing perfectly along the edge she puts some distance between them. “Bold assumption,” it’s said over her shoulder along with the alluring gaze. One she’s missed more than she’ll admit now. “You know me, have to play the odds.” Always looking out for herself. That’s how it always had to be. Perhaps once it had been them together but now? The smile is clear on her face as she hears the unmistakable click of a jammed mechanics. “You certainly know how to get a girl’s attention.” The innuendo drips from her lips, “Who knew you were into that. Guess you’re all grown up.” The idea of cuffs was only ever-appealing in the bedroom, but she’d leave that unsaid. That’s a bit weird now. “Have to catch me first, don’t you think?”  She slips from the building to the next her laugh echoing through the wind. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this until now.

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[ @lacewng ]

She supposed it was a good thing she hadn’t decided to actually rob the place. Lord knew what she’d get herself mixed up with but she couldn’t resist at least tempting fate. They were no Spider that’s for sure, but she was too curious for her own good. Not for the countless bits and bobs lying around the mansion but for those insides. There had to be at least a few niffy talents within the mansion, to say the least. She can feel the eyes on her before she sees them, the little trinket she’d swiped coming in dangling from her fingers. “Caught me.” She’s almost, almost laughing expecting to bump into the woman from the other night, “Let’s just call this even shall we? I’d hate to cause your luck to turn around.”

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lxrnas‌:

lorna had taken to wandering around the mansion once everyone had gone to bed as she stumbled upon the blonde in front of the family portrait for one of xavier’s deceased ancestors. a laugh escaped her lips as the green haired mutant crossed her arms over her chest, “isn’t it a little late to be slinking around? i thought you thieves are meant to be less inconspicuous or have you just lost your touch?”

Dragging her gaze from the musty old man and his family, back to the body she smirked. Gaze dragging from the head to toe.  “Aww isn’t that cute, girlie’s got a bite.” Her gaze flitted between the other woman and the exit. She could make it. It wasn’t a question, but where was the fun in that? “I haven’t taken anything yet...But what are you going to do, hmmm? Try and stop me?” There was a glint in her eyes, she’d love to see the girl try.

[spxctaculxr-deactivated20190805]

    He wasn’t exactly… dreading this day. Oh who was he kidding. He never wanted this day to come. Dying on Titan was a mercy compared to having to see Fee again. Okay…that was harsh. Very harsh. But who could blame him? Ex’s were always tricky. But when they were a super villain cat burglar extraordinaire? Well, that just made the problem one hundred thousand times worse. Not to mention he was with MJ now. Like…with, with. The type of with he was only with Felicia… dear lord that was a bit embarrassing to admit. He… needed to focus. Leave it to the mere thought of Fee to get Peter distracted. She always did…        Predictable, in a familiar sense of the word. Putting a giant diamond in the middle of a museum was as good of a Cat Bait as anything was. He knew this in his soul. Had been in the area for a whole week. No, he wasn’t waiting for her to show up. He… didn’t care. Five years. Five whole years for her. She was more than certainly over it. Didn’t… change the fact that it had only been less than a year for him. Barely over half a year. He… he didn’t care. He totally did not care. He broke up with her! He was the dumper. She should be thinking about him! Did… did she think about him? Did she ever notice he died? Did she… care? He hoped she cared… was that weird? He would’ve cared if she died and he didn’t. But did that make him weird? He… oh boy.        She’s there. His heart’s pounding. …Do something. Right. Hero work. God. It’s not like they hadn’t broken up before. Why was he so caught up in his own head about it? Stupid. Time to get to business. Webs thwip across the open street, affixing to either side of her building. He hooks em together. Takes a few steps back. One after another, stretching the white ropes to near breaking points. Gives it a moment. Has to plant his heels into the ground to not be dragged forward. Gives himself a little internal countdown before jumping, propelling himself forward. Best way to travel, baby. He’s spinning in the air, some grace to his Spider-Body. Training paid it’s dividends. Last time he tried this he face planted into the side of a building. Shocker never let him live that down, even with his stupid name being the only thing people cared about him for. He rolls onto the ceiling, using his stickiness to adhere to the roof. Kneeling down. Right in front of her. Thank the lord for his mask, she might see him blushing, otherwise. Seconds pass. He clears his throat. “Long time, no see, Kitty.”

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Something about the sounds of the city blaring below her always seemed to calm her. And still, after all this time, it was the only thing that felt like home. It’d been a wild run while half the population had poofed into thin air. Less exciting since her favorite obsession had gone with them. It’d stung, of course, but she’d never say that. She was Felicia Hardy. And a Hardy didn’t let some web-slinging do-gooder get in her way. 

But oh what an exhilarating chase he’d always lead to. A game of cat and mouse that never seemed to end. Until it had. DIsappointment had followed and soon she was slinking her way past several jeweler security systems to make amends for her broken heart. Each day after the snap she’d waited. Stolen something and waited. Again and again on repeat hoping, foolishly of course, that a certain itsy-bitsy spider would come crawling down and stop her. But nothing. Eventually, she’d stopped waiting. Her empire wasn’t being built on the girlish fantasy they’d hook up again. The mere thought of it causing her heart to race and a smile to grace her face. 

Now was different though. Oh, she knew he’d was back. Knew he and his teammates of nauseating bleeding heart heroes were back to stopping crime and saving babies from burning buildings. Or whatever they did. But she couldn’t resist the siren call after all. It was most definitely a trap, too easy for her now. Perhaps she’d wanted a chance to catch up with an old friend, but she knew that was a lie. “And along came the spider,” She smirked as he kneels before her. “Cute costume,” she’s moving her fingers along his arm, walking them up slowly. “ But I really should run. I have a date with some diamonds..and I’d hate to be late.” She’s winking before slipping behind him. At just like that she knows the chase is on

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[ @lxrnas​ ]

Curiosity. A dangerous thing for a cat. But what did she care? It wasn’t her luck that was about to turn bad. She’d heard the stories of the mansion being well stocked with priceless art, perhaps a vase or two, but nothing could message to her seeing it with her own eyes. So many pretty, expensive things to browse but not take. Not yet. You didn’t walk into a place without knowing what you were up against. She was blonde, not stupid. Staring at the stoic family portrait that’d caught her eye she tilted her head to the side. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” she quipped over her shoulder.

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Boredom. Her least favorite emotion had started the round of tonight’s event. What was a girl to do? A tight rope stroll along the rooftop ledges and fifteen minutes later the idea had struck her. With the recent damages to buildings, there was bound to be a few cracked safes, just waiting for her sticky paws to teach the owner a lesson in insurance.

Of course, that was only half the fun. Observing her handy work and the mistified body who’d come in. Chin on the back of her hand, a smirk played at her lips. That mischevious twinkle in her masked eyes. “I think you’re about five minutes too late. I’d offer a hand but,” she bounced the jewel from knuckle to knuckle before placing in her belt, “My hands are full.”

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general info:

Name/Alias: Felicia Hardy / Black Cat Age: 25 Gender: female Preferred Pronouns: she/her Team/Group: solo Faceclaim: Amber Heard Penned by: Mk

quick facts:

Any special abilities/skills?: Tychokinesis “Bad Luck”, Olympic gymnast/acrobat, Olympic level athlete, master thief, superhuman strength, superhuman speed, and skilled martial artist

Human? Something else?: genetically modified mutate

Three positive traits (+): 

+ clever + alluring + independent 

Three negative traits (-): -dishonest -manipulative -petty

Dusted or not?: Not

brief background:

Raised by a world-renown cat burglar, Felicia learned never to settle for anything but the best. With a passion for baseball, she worked her way into a scholarship at ESU. But life had other plans. After an awful encounter another student, Felicia vowed never to be a victim again, deciding then and there she was going to take her revenge no matter what the consequences were. Months spent training washed down the drain when the student died in a car accident. Instead of waste her new talents, she turned to follow in the family business. Crime. After being arrested and injected with a serum she found her father’s old mentor and took up the moniker Black Cat for the first time. Following in his footsteps she began her life of crime, beginning with free him from prison. after that didn’t go over so well, she turned to other prizes. And then the snap happened and it seemed her luck just got better. Less challenging of course but better.

questionnaire:  

How is your character doing since the downfall of Thanos? (it has been 6 months)

For Felicia, nothing’s changed. She’s still stealing and working her way to be the next best crime boss. Now there just happens to be a few more mucky heroes to interrupt the fun.

How is your character handling the newly merged universe? Are they scared? Concerned? Excited?

There’s an air of excitement about her. Not for the people who’ve come back and those who keep popping up, but for the chase and challenge they provide. Everyone coming back, finding new people, to say she’s intrigued.

Is your character willing to work with other heroes from other universes? If not, why?

As long as she gets something out of it, she’ll work with just about anyone...within reason. But she’s not fond of the whole team thing, there’s a reason the saying is never let a black cat cross your path.

With new threats looming from other universes, are they prepared to fight? What do/will they fight for?

Felicia’s always prepared to fight, but fighting smart is more her style. It’s a survival of the fittest type mentality in her world and the only person she can depend on is herself.

Is your character willing to die to save the new world? To save others from other worlds?

No. If she’s going to die its not going to be saving a bunch of people who couldn’t care less about her. 

anything else?:

feel free to use this space provided to tell us anything you’d like for us to know about your character!

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