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"My name is Moll'ee," She said. "You can call me Molly." The blue woman smiled gently, a bit sad to see the humans go. No what? Would she return to her apartment? She figured she would never learn about human ways in there...so maybe she would roam the city a bit. It seemed to be a very lively place.
"That's the spirit!" Black Cat said with a laugh. Chipper cheerful heroes were his favorite kind. It was far too easy for a hero to fall into depression after a loss, or just because of what they had to deal with everyday. It wasn't healthy to be dreary and dark all the time. Neither was the grin and bear it attitude he suspected others held to. Of course, his 'live and let live' might not be healthy either, but he found forgetting and moving on was better than harping and clutching to the troubles life could cause. And it wasn't just the cat speaking. He was like that before he got his powers. When his luck improved, he just intensive him go with the flow karma. Then again, it could be that he was destined to be the cat, which was why he always had those views. Of the fact that he had that personality shaped his destiny into the way of the cat.
That was way he didn't think too much about what playing with the threads could cause. It was way too easy to get tangled up in possibilities.
He glanced at the note, taking in the address with a raised eyebrow. Apparently she wasn't kidding about juggling name ideas. His was in latin; firstname.lastname@example.org. Cat's fortune because it was what he had. Latin because he liked it. Speaking of fortune, his glance revealed the origin of the note. A detention slip (confirming his earlier deductions about her name). "Um... it's this paper a bit... important?" he asked, raising a finger as he chewed on his lip with a small smile.
Rose smiled back at the women, "Well thanks, Molly. I might'a been mincemeat if it weren't for you... both of you."
Rose had never been much of one to mull over the What If's of life, but the recent, and drastic changes in her life had begun to change her outlook on things. She found herself wondering about what could have happened if things had gone differently, or how events might have occurred differently if what had led up to them had gone another way.
Which made her wonder; if she had taken on all the crooks in the Museum alone, if Black Cat and Molly had not shown up, how different would things have gone? Her hand unconsciously moved to touch her wound as she thought about it. Who's to know if she would have even survived the encounter alone... the idea of a team up was growing on her more and more by the second.
Her attention shifted back to the conversation at hand as Black Cat asked her about the scrap of paper she had used to write her email on. It had been a detention slip her caustic Math teacher had given her earlier that day for showing late to class. She had ignored it, so technically it was useless. She would most likely just get another, maybe two, on monday for skipping earlier.
"Oh that, uh, I found that on the ground ahaha... I'm not in Highschool... anymore I mean." She bluffed, though she wasn't entirely sure why she felt the need to lie about that.
Perhaps she was trying to protect her identity, but deep down she felt there was some other reason she didn't want Black Cat, and less so Molly, to know that she was just some Highschooler.
"And the award for worst consecutive bluffs in under five minutes goes too..." Rose scrutinized in her head.
"Hey, I have an idea!" Rose blurted out, "You have, like, powers too right Molly? You are a hero right? I mean, what I'm trying to say is, maybe, if you're down, you could join us too!"
Rough recovery, but bonus points for the subject change. Not the smoothest changes, but it was certainly effective. He hid his laughter behind a charming smile. It was the superhero code; everyone was entitled to a secret identity. Supers on the opposite ends of the morality spectrum, on the other hand, had free license to hunt and probe for the average Joe behind the mask. His discovery was accidental, so it didn't count. Hopefully. No uses worry about it in any case. He slipped the note into his pocket. Maybe he could arrange for a visit to her school. Just to mess with her. A representative of the museum offering an intern position for the African exhibit.
"That it's a bad idea," he said with his pleasant smile. Heroic teams were nothing new, and having a flier was always a good thing. Roof hopping was cool, yes, but when the baddies pulled the 'dangle the hostage from up high' trick, having someone to swoop in was far more useful. And it was still cool.
“I’m glad you agree,” Rose said, “So how ‘bout you two talk about it, yeah?”
As she spoke the girl began to backpedal away from the pair in the direction of the emergency exit stairwell. She shot them both a thumbs up with her hands as she went.
“But I really gotta jet, so you two discuss this whole team up deal, and flow me an email, cool?” As she approached the doorway, she gave waved goodbye and as she vanished through the doorway she shouted; “Catch ya later!”
She ran, jumped, and crawled up the stairwell, until finally she broke free from the Museum and exited back out into the warm day. The sun beat down on her, and she was forced to squint her eyes under the bright light, she had rushed out of the dim building so fast her eyes had no time to adjust. She sauntered across the roof slowly, blinking her eyes so they would adjust.
"I can’t believe I’m going to be part of a… god, I don’t even know what to call it! A super team, A-a-a justice band? Oh! We’ll probably come up with our own name, that’d be sick. I’ll make sure to think of some cool ones to e-mail Black Cat."
By the time she reached the edge of the Museum’s roof her eyes had fully adjusted to the sunlight. She paused for a moment and took in the city in front of her, with one foot a step above the other on the concrete rail. Westport City would soon have a new team of Super Heroes protecting its streets, and Rosemary silently vowed that her new team would do its very best to clean up the criminals that managed to continuously evade the law… and they would have fun doing it.
“Wooooooooooooo!” She hollered at the top of her lungs as she leapt off the building.
Her right hand shot forward and a thick cord of purple webbing ripped free from her palm and stuck onto the side of a building. Rose swung through the air like a psychotic trapeze artist, she kicked her legs out for extra momentum, and launched herself into the sky. The wind tore past her at the speed she was going, it roared through her ears as she soared upwards. She felt weightless, it was a sensation she had grown to love, it was so freeing.
"I wonder what’s so important that Xander wants to show me… I wanted to stay and keep hanging around Black Cat. He’s so cool, as if an actual Super Hero wants to team up with me, and a cute hero at that hehe… I feel like I’m dreaming. Please don’t be dreaming."
Dozens of stories in the air, flying high above the streets, Rose pinched herself. Just to be sure.
"Oh! I’m so excited. I gotta tell Xander about this, I bet he’ll be happy that I’ll have someone watching my back now. He worries about me too much; I need to find him a cool girl to keep his mind off, well, me."
As her upward momentum began to wane and gravity took over she launched another web. The teenager began to plummet towards the earth, something normal people only got to experience maybe once a lifetime, but instead of hurtling to her death like she should have she began to swing through the air as her webbing attached to a large construction crane.
"I wonder how he’ll deal with Black Cat… actually whoa, slow down there girl, you just met the guy. Remember what happened last time you threw yourself at some guy… he might not even be interested, and maybe you should just keep your relationship about business… sigh, why do I fall for every guy in a suit and mask ahaha…"
She continued the routine of shoot, swing, leap, repeat, for the two dozen or so blocks to her neighborhood. As she neared the suburban community where she lived her pace began to slow as the buildings grew smaller and she got closer to the ground. The teenager was swinging mostly from trees and lamp posts now, but she still made great time through the community.
Eventually she gracefully swung and leapt back to earth, landing on a patch of grass in an alleyway between two rows of terraced houses. All the backyards connected to the small, grassy alleyway, but people rarely left their fenced in properties. Occasionally kids were run through the alleyway to get from one street to the other, but other than that it was usually pretty lifeless. Rose peered around the area making sure no one was around, then slipped behind a bush to protect her from the view of the houses windows. Satisfied she was safe from any prying eyes, she took off her goggles, and stuffed them, and her bandanna back into her backpack. Then she slung the bag over her shoulder and stomped off towards the alleys exit.
Once back on the street she felt like a spy, as if she didn’t belong. Her feet padded against the sidewalk and as she walked past other pedestrians she couldn’t help but grin. All of these people had no idea she was a super powered crime fighter, it was like she had been entrusted with the biggest secret ever. It was thrilling. When she thought about it though, for all she knew she could be walking past another Hero, and she would never know.
Life in Westport sure was interesting.
Alex tapped away at his keyboard, both eyes glued to the monitor centered in front of him. His set up was a computer geek’s wet dream; several monitors hung a wall in front of him, each one hooked up to the same powerful looking tower to the side of Alex’s desk. It was all situated inside a single large room, the inside the shed he had behind his house. Wires hung from the ceiling, and were stapled to various walls. Various silvery gadget and gizmos were strewn across tables and counters, oddities Alex was, or had been working on.
The blueprints for some spider like robot were up on the main monitor. The other surrounding screens showed an abundance of things, from camera feeds around the outside of his house, to websites, and streams of data your average layman would have a hard time deciphering.
A sharp beep stole his attention from the screen, it was the proximity alarm. Most likely Rose arriving, she had gotten there pretty fast. He knew the promise of a surprise would get her over, hook, line and sinker. For a spider she was as curious as a metaphorical cat.
With a few taps of his keyboard the blueprints faded from the computer screen, and then he swiveled in his chair to face the door. At that exact moment Rosemary pushed through the doorway, an excited smile consuming her face.
“Xander man, I have the craziest news!” Rose blurted out as soon as she stepped into the room.
Alex looked at her and raised an eyebrow, a signal Rose took as to mean “keep talking”.
“Me, Black Cat, and that blue women, Molly’s her name, are gonna like team up!” She told him excitedly, while taking a seat in a lawn chair beside Alex, “Isn’t that awesome?”
Alex wasn’t as surprised as Rose imagined, he had a hunch that she would attempt to team up with the Black Cat fellow after working with him. He had been the first Hero she had actively worked with on a job, it made sense that she would want to continue to do so, and it seemed the Heroes of Westport were usually willing to commit to a team up, even if only for a small period of time.
“That’s great Rose, I know you’ve been waiting for something like this to happen for awhile.” He replied.
“Yeah actually, right. I didn’t really know how to go about starting a team, but this is perfect, everything just kinda fell into place.” She told him, “But um, what did you want to show me?”
A smile played across his features. He pushed himself up from his seat and headed towards a wardrobe on the other side of the room; “Ah yes, you’re going to like this.” He pulled open the wooden wardrobe, and pulled out a cardboard box, already open at the top.
“I found a website for a custom clothing store that runs out of Westport,” He began as he approached her with the box, “They specialize in making costumes for various Super Heroes.”
Rosemary’s eyes lit up instantly, she knew where he was going with this. He had informed her before that he had been working on getting her a costume. She had thought he was going to make one herself, but now that she thought about it, it made much more sense that he would outsource the job to someone who knew what they were doing.
“Oh my god, is that what I think it is?” She asked him exuberantly.
He grinned and nodded his head to confirm her suspicions. She let out an excited squeal and flew out of her seat towards him. He put the box down onto a table just in time to receive a powerful hug from his friend. She squeezed him tightly, and even lifted him up into the air, always one to underestimate her own, magically powered, strength.
“Crushing… ribs…” Alex wheezed, only half kidding.
She released her long time friend, and he dropped back to the floor. He huffed and grabbed his sides, and Rosemary offered him an apologetic smile, before turning her attention towards the box. With the same enthusiasm with which a child opened their Christmas presents, Rosemary peeled the box open and grabbed at the goodies inside.
“This. Is. So. Cool!” She declared, emphasizing each word.
“I’m glad you like it.” Alex told her, as he leaned against the table.
“Like it?” She began, “I love it! I have got to try this on… turn around okay?”
“What?” He asked.
“Turn around!” She told him again, this time with a more commanding tone.
“Yikes, alright, alright.” Alex agreed, and he turned so his back was to her.
Rosemary began to slip out of her clothes as quick as possible. Even though she felt more comfortable around Alex then she did around anyone else, she still didn’t want to risk him stealing a peak if she took too long. She knew she could trust him, but she was also aware that he had recently developed some sort of crush on her.
Alex fought the urge to turn around. Rosemary was getting naked, well almost, right behind him, if only she had not told him to turn around. Gah! It was like torture, it was like – wait a minute! His eyes fell upon a silvery sheet of metal propped up against a box on a table a few feet in front of him. It reflected his image back at him. He gulped, and without thinking stepped to the side. He was treated to a sight that could have made his nose gush with blood if he lived in some wacky Japanese anime. If there was a hell, he had just invited himself in.
“It’s really soft,” Rose said randomly, commenting on the fabric.
“Y-Yeah.” Alex managed, his eyes fixated on her reflection in the shiny metal sheet.
Finally she finished dressing, and Alex’s deranged peep show came to a close. He almost turned around as she finished, but stopped himself before he made that mistake, wait for her to tell you to turn around, he told himself.
“Okay, you can look now.” Rose told him, unaware that he had been watching the entire time.
He spun on his heels to face her, and it took all of his will power to keep himself from grinning like an idiot as he did so. When he finally looked at her with his own eyes his jaw dropped.
“Wow… I mean, whoa.” He stumbled.
Rose shifted uncomfortably in place, unsure how to respond to that. Did she look good, scary? She had told him she wanted something that looked nice on her, but could still instill fear into criminals, something dark.
“Sooo?” She prodded, “How do I look?”
Alex kept staring for a few moments, not even blinking, before he finally managed to work up a response; “You look great, like fantastic, I… wow.”
She giggled and began to go red in the face; “Really?”.
Alex just nodded at her, than as though just remembering, took off towards his computer desk. He had one more thing to go with her costume. He had taken the design of the Spider Goggles, and in their latest iteration, incorporated them into a black mask she could wear along with the suit. It would cover her entire face, and had an opening at the top for her hair to flow free.
“There’s this too,” He told her, snatching it off his desk, and tossing it towards her.
She snagged it out of the air with ease, and admired it. While she looked over it, Alex began to tap away at his keyboard again, and the blueprints for the Spiderbot suddenly flashed back on the screen.
“One more thing,” He told her, “Check this out.”
Rosemary’s attention shifted from the mask in her pale hands, to the monitors Alex was gazing up at. She moved towards them closing the gap between her and Alex. The teenager tilted her head inquisitively as she looked up at the screens. They showed a strange 3D model of a metallic, spider like robot. Various tidbits of information hovered around the image, outlining such things as weapons systems, and hardware properties.
“What is that?” Rosemary asked.
“The Spiderbot.” Alex responded simply. He let the name sink in then added, “It’s a remote controlled robot I’ve been working on, I just finished it yesterday actually. With it I can help you when you’re out patrolling.”
Rosemary looked a little confused at first, but as Alex’s words began to sink in she brightened up, suddenly realizing what he meant. He had basically assembled her own sidekick for her, one he could control remotely. It was too perfect. Not only would he be able to tag along with her now, but he could do so without leaving her to worry about his safety.
“You are amazing Xander.” She told him.
He blushed and reached a hand behind his head to scratch at it. Before he could agree, or respond in any matter, the sharp beep he had heard before suddenly played through the shed again. Someone was approaching the shed. The beep went off again, so two people were approaching.
“Oh shi-,” Alex exclaimed, “It’s Mitch and Zoey, I totally forgot they were coming over today!”
He lashed out at his keyboard, and all the monitors faded to black. Meanwhile, Rosemary dashed back across the room and snatched her civilian clothing off the table she had placed them on. She panicked, not knowing what to do, or where to hide. She couldn’t let Mitch and Zoey, two friends of theirs from school, see her wearing the costume, and even if she put the mask on, the next time she got caught on the news, if either of the two saw it, they would put two and two together.
So out of pure terror she leapt behind a stack of boxes, and began to haphazardly change. She had barely gotten out of the costume when she heard the door to the shed swing open.
“Heeeey buddy!” Mitch’s voice rang out.
Rose bit her lip and hoped they wouldn’t spot her squirming about behind the boxes.
“H-Hey man, I uh, forgot you were coming over aha.” Alex replied.
“Oh my… you didn’t forget to buy the liquor too did you?” Zoey’s voice asked.
Of course they were coming over to drink, or pre-drink. It was Friday after all, Rose should have expected this. The group of them got together on the weekends they went out to parties and pre-drank in Alex’s shed all the time. Now that she looked back on it, she vaguely remembered talking to Zoey a few days ago about their plans for that Friday.
“Nah don’t worry, I bought everything yesterday just in case. I’m a busy guy y’know.”
Rose happened to pick that exact moment to stand up from her hiding place, now fully clothed in her civilian outfit. She had a guilty smile on her face, and her hair was all tussled and wild, some of it still sticking in her sweater as though she had just pulled it on.
Mitch and Zoey were startled at first, and both did a double take, than looked back at Alex.
“Well I can see that.” Mitch laughed.
It was hard to tell who turned a deeper shade of red, Rose or Alex.
Last edited by bangarang; 04-27-2012 at 04:20 AM.