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nicestofthecluster replied to your post: OOC
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ooc: Ohai c: I'm gonna reply to and post up what I owe (20 replies exactly) and then I'll be on Skype.
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Who are you and why are you dressed as Fantomex?
Jean-Phillipe won. He won, and he thought this was what he wanted. Victory tasted bitter. Too late now. Can’t turn back time, and not even Elizabeth Braddock could come back from that. Jean-Phillipe slowly walked to her body and knelt down. Gently, he moved the hair away from her face. So beautiful, even in death. He had just closed her eyes when the scent of jasmine made it to his nose. He fled the scene immediately, confused by the pain in his chest he couldn't find a bullet hole for.
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Incoming reply spam, tagging those that I've owed for a while.
Sneaky Little Things.
2:17 AM.
Just outside the Department of Homeland Security, main branch.
Lower Manhattan.
Thirty-two stories in the air.
When your employer pays mostly up front, and entirely in cash, you tend not to ask a lot of questions. It's not normally prudent to test the limits of their generosity... Especially if the task they give you seems like mere child's play.
The shadowy man in the black trench-coat had made matters seem simple to Selina. Simple, plain, and direct. Head down to the DHS... find the primary records-storage mainframe... Insert a probe... Download some things... Skedaddle... and prepare for incoming payday. For Selina, breaking into a government building is more or less the equivalent of breaking into a wet paper bag, and requires about as much effort.
Plus. It's the government. The people who have routinely failed year after year to staff the Gotham City Police Department with anyone whose character profile resembles competence. They seem to prefer donut-sucking individuals with histories of corruption and laziness. Whatever. The East End is better left in her hands, anyway... People there would rather see the infamous Catwoman on their side any day of the week, as opposed to one of the boys in blue.
So... whoever these 'Weapon-X' people are, and for whatever reason they want this data stolen/altered/erased, they certainly can't be any worse than the people already holding on to said data.
"You run along now. Mama has business to attend to," Selina purrs gently, tapping a set of four leather-clad fingers against the chest of a black-and-white cat currently perched upon her shoulders. The cat coos and seems to nod its understanding, as it hops off Selina's shoulders and bolts off down the roof. A light misting of rain is falling around her, which causes the catsuit-clad thief to slip a clawed fingertip underneath the amber lenses of her goggles, and pull them down over her eyes.
She hates water. Mostly because it makes her wet. She hates being wet.
"Alright, boys. Let's see how well that bloated run-away security budget deals with curious, stray cats," she quips to herself, peering off into the distance. The roof on which she currently stands is a good three buildings from her intended target... Scaling the DHS headquarters in Lower Manhattan from the ground level would be too risky, even at this time of night. Best to approach from above.
Shnng! CLINK!
... and approach from above she does. In no time at all, she's produced a zip-line from her belt, which is fired with precision and skill towards the appropriate roof. The noise is timed to coincide with a boom of thunder, even though the streets below seem pretty well deserted. It's an upward climb across her rope, but the way Catwoman's arms effortlessly move back and forth, dragging that lithe form across the line from one roof to another, it might as well on a downward slope. Soon enough, she's on the correct roof, and looking about for an access hatch. When she spots one, she smirks.
"Purrrfect... But boring. Where's my challenge, boys..?"
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