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It started with a buzz of their phones. then a loud ringing- even if the phones were on silent. When picked up there is a bold message in blue text. "Meet me here ASAP. Something is going on." Below the message is an address, and then a code for the door. Each person has a unique code. @karenpage-journalist @verygoodlawyer @thesuperiorstark @blackcatirl @ravonna-lexus-renslayer @scottsummers-xmen @jessicajonespi @blackcatirl @sweeetchristmas
Karen slumps to the ground, the sun-warmed stone of the roof under her legs bleeding heat into her body. It's hard to believe it's still a beautiful winter day with the horrors she knows are going on a few buildings over.
She takes one deep breath, then another, struggling for control.
Miserably she glances up at Feya. "Sorry," she mutters, hoping that one word could cover a multitude of sins.
@th3blackcatt
Feya is walking home from the safe house, taking a route that she usually took for work only. Hell, she looks like she's just gotten off of work. Her hair is down, she's wearing bootcut jeans and a sweater. Nothing was unusual.
Her plan is for her to get home, go to her office, and work on collecting as much information as she could about this Muse person. She'd get into any and every camera she could around the city and use biometric data to hopefully connect the person to the murals. Clothing, times, gaits- everything mattered.
That and cuddling with her cat.
A couple more blocks and she'd be there- in her own space with her familiar technology and her big ol' Moonshine (the cat).
@be-bemused
Standing on the street in the shadow of the Stark Tower, Karen hears a voice behind her calling her name and whirls, her shoulders hunched as if expecting a blow.
Instead she meets the sympathetic expression of Feya and can barely look her in the eye.
"I..." she tries, but her voice fails. She swallows and tries again. "I know there's people out there who can't be brought to justice in the usual way. I've seen Frank make that choice, time and again, when someone escapes from the law. It wasn't easy, but I made my peace with what he does."
"It's... it's harder when you have to make that decision yourself. I d-don't know if I can live with blood like that on my own hands...." She looks away. "I know that makes me a coward," she finishes in a whisper.
@th3blackcatt
It didn't cost much to get the officers stationed outside to let her see the body. A box of donuts and batting eyelashes could get a woman anywhere they wanted to go with that band of idiots.
She looked down at the body stretched across the morgue table, cold from the freezer it had been left in to slow the decomposition process. Blonde hair, catlike features, and a tag on the foot bearing her name. This was the one. She was dead, stone cold, dead. Luckily for Feya, she could work with that.
"Take them out." She spoke into her earpiece to the ninjas waiting outside, at her command they broke into the precinct, "And remember, no killing, we're not murderers... Anymore." She reminded over the grunting, screams, clattering of items, and undoubtedly misfired gunshots. She watched as one of her ninjas lifted the body and hoisted it over their shoulder, "Make sure to grab the video tapes, we don't want this getting out."
@the-elektra-natchios
It was almost odd.
Of course, the police never connected the dots between this 'Felicia Hardy' and Black Cat. To them it was just another wealthy person murdered. No wonder why they'd just left her body in the morgue for so long. They simply didn't care.
Her body had been viscously cut open- not from an autopsy, but by the murderer's knife. For any normal person, it'd be a horrid sight.
Blue eyes stared at nothing. Terror still written on her features. It was everything except peaceful.
Her body is still somewhat stiff when the ninja picked her up, but hey, at least there's no blood or other bodily fluids to leave a trail.
Feya was about to handle some low level crime, but she saw that all the guys were down and there's a girl with her face in a grey mask. Red hair exactly like Natasha's and blue eyes that mirror Bucky's.
Ofeliya's gaze if cold and she gets in fighting stance until she realizes who it is. "Oh Feya, hey-" she cuts herself off remembering. The Feya in her universe is dead. This is another universe. A universe where she doesn't exist so this Feya doesn't know who she is. "I mean, hey mysterious vigilante I don't know. I kinda finished up here...but I mean I can get you a coffee for showing up?" She offers.
@babys-got-a-gun
It was supposed to be easy, go in, get intel, kick some ass, wait for another hero.. or something like that
Instead she's met with a group already down and a girl with oh so familiar eyes and hair. Feya mirrors the girl's defensive stance, but when there's an odd flicker of recognition and her name said aloud... she freezes.
Feya blinks slowly, then straightens up. She ignores the red hair and blue eyes... for now at least.
"Okay kid, how do you know me?"
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"Hi. You have my rock, I would like it back, please."
@verygoodlawyer
Hi, yes I do. Please take it from me. I'll have it delivered to you ASAP.
You’re approached by Spider-Man one night while he’s on patrol. ”They say I can get information from you” he states, Russian accent thick
@redroom-peterparker
It was perfect timing, really. Black Cat was also out and about patrolling. They pause, staring at this Spider-Man with a thick Russian accent. They're wearing their typical tech-wear outfit.
"Depends on the circumstances," she replies, her posture relaxed. This was, they have to admit, an unusual occurrence. Typically, people didn't come up to them asking about this stuff, but would rather find them on the internet.
