ONE — LSD FUN HOUSE [ They always said New York City's lights sparkled like stars.. but now? Felicia Hardy begs to differ. In all of her costumed adventures, she tried to keep herself realistic in her excursions. No interplanetary joyrides, no magical voyages — simple and clean with crime (or fighting it) in the Big Apple. This was so far outside of her expertise that at first? She panics. The only thing worse than waking up in complete confusion is losing track of whatever goodies she had in the first place. Clad in leather and her mask, it's both a damn blessing and a curse.
Fortunately, endless crystals and dunes of purple dust are not the oddest thing she's encountered. She's pushing thirty and dresses up like a cat — homegirl has no room to judge. She's off to find answers, making her way to where the light reflects best through the towers of crystals. Of course, she's bit by a mosquito at some point, The Mark of the Enchanter peppering her jawline and neck.
Before she knows it, she swears she sees a certain costumed spider scurry through a thwipping web towards one of the larger crystals. Felicia calls out, feet carrying her as fast as she can until like a cat, she pounces. The hallucination may or may not be accurate, but with extended claws from her gloves — she's treating you like a threat more than a friendly face.
Pinning whomever down, Felicia is rather aggressive in her tone. ]
Okay, Spider, what the hell is going on and give me some answers that aren't deflective jokes for men with self-esteem issues.
[ She's totally seeing her ex and she's kind of grumpy, leave her alone. :( ]
TWO — CAMP NOWHERE [ Felicia doesn't work too well with others, but two bodies moving in the same direction gives her a better chance at answers. The cave provides enough of a refuge for her to rest her tired bones and begin to recover from the dumb hallucinations she felt overwhelm her for the past few hours.
The girl is all about some loot, though. It was better than expected, some of the stuff seemed to be useful. Scavenging like a hyena, Felicia takes time to look at the comm and toss a few bags of food your way. What she doesn't toss to you is the shaky thing that suddenly is tossed back crate of items she found. ]
Oh. I'm just going to chalk this up to cultural differences for wherever the hell we are but — uh. That silver thing vibrates. Like... you know, a battery operated boyfriend. Don't touch it, who knows what the hell it is.
THREE — AVENGERS ASSEMBLE? NAH, TOO CLICHE. [ Getting the gist from the scientists was a blessing — it was a light at the end of the tunnel. Felicia thinks of them similar to Reed Richards and the other eggheads that have all the money in New York to conduct research. She can surmise it quickly that she was brought from somewhere and put into this world in some big mistake — happens like twice a day in New York, let's be real. It unnerves her, makes her feel like she's stepping out of the shadows and more exposed than she'd like.
So, a bit into it she gets like a caged cat. Restrained and taken out, the entire trip leaves her in a foul mood and feeling as if she was a damn prisoner. Not good. When they arrive to their destination, Felicia is more unnerved about her details being used against her and more upset that she was asked to undress. She refuses.
It isn't long until her displays do catch a little bit of attention among the funneling of new arrivals and "Moonblessed". Silver hair, mask (for the most part) and leather? Gonna definitely take some attention until she gets into more Prismatic-centric clothing.
The government center was full of people like her. People confused. People that were in the same boat as her. Cool as a cat, the thief makes sure to pay attention to anyone who might be making a ruckus.
She'll be notably trying to con herself a second meal from a fellow newbie. She's hungry? ]
FOUR — WILDCARD [ Repost from original meme. Down for anything! Let me know. >:] For the record, Felicia's canon point is 616 before OMD (like circa 2008) with bias to Evil That Men Do. ]
felicia hardy — marvel 616
[ They always said New York City's lights sparkled like stars.. but now? Felicia Hardy begs to differ. In all of her costumed adventures, she tried to keep herself realistic in her excursions. No interplanetary joyrides, no magical voyages — simple and clean with crime (or fighting it) in the Big Apple. This was so far outside of her expertise that at first? She panics. The only thing worse than waking up in complete confusion is losing track of whatever goodies she had in the first place. Clad in leather and her mask, it's both a damn blessing and a curse.
Fortunately, endless crystals and dunes of purple dust are not the oddest thing she's encountered. She's pushing thirty and dresses up like a cat — homegirl has no room to judge. She's off to find answers, making her way to where the light reflects best through the towers of crystals. Of course, she's bit by a mosquito at some point, The Mark of the Enchanter peppering her jawline and neck.
Before she knows it, she swears she sees a certain costumed spider scurry through a thwipping web towards one of the larger crystals. Felicia calls out, feet carrying her as fast as she can until like a cat, she pounces. The hallucination may or may not be accurate, but with extended claws from her gloves — she's treating you like a threat more than a friendly face.
Pinning whomever down, Felicia is rather aggressive in her tone. ]
Okay, Spider, what the hell is going on and give me some answers that aren't deflective jokes for men with self-esteem issues.
[ She's totally seeing her ex and she's kind of grumpy, leave her alone. :( ]
TWO — CAMP NOWHERE
[ Felicia doesn't work too well with others, but two bodies moving in the same direction gives her a better chance at answers. The cave provides enough of a refuge for her to rest her tired bones and begin to recover from the dumb hallucinations she felt overwhelm her for the past few hours.
The girl is all about some loot, though. It was better than expected, some of the stuff seemed to be useful. Scavenging like a hyena, Felicia takes time to look at the comm and toss a few bags of food your way. What she doesn't toss to you is the shaky thing that suddenly is tossed back crate of items she found. ]
Oh. I'm just going to chalk this up to cultural differences for wherever the hell we are but — uh. That silver thing vibrates. Like... you know, a battery operated boyfriend. Don't touch it, who knows what the hell it is.
THREE — AVENGERS ASSEMBLE? NAH, TOO CLICHE.
[ Getting the gist from the scientists was a blessing — it was a light at the end of the tunnel. Felicia thinks of them similar to Reed Richards and the other eggheads that have all the money in New York to conduct research. She can surmise it quickly that she was brought from somewhere and put into this world in some big mistake — happens like twice a day in New York, let's be real. It unnerves her, makes her feel like she's stepping out of the shadows and more exposed than she'd like.
So, a bit into it she gets like a caged cat. Restrained and taken out, the entire trip leaves her in a foul mood and feeling as if she was a damn prisoner. Not good. When they arrive to their destination, Felicia is more unnerved about her details being used against her and more upset that she was asked to undress. She refuses.
It isn't long until her displays do catch a little bit of attention among the funneling of new arrivals and "Moonblessed". Silver hair, mask (for the most part) and leather? Gonna definitely take some attention until she gets into more Prismatic-centric clothing.
The government center was full of people like her. People confused. People that were in the same boat as her. Cool as a cat, the thief makes sure to pay attention to anyone who might be making a ruckus.
She'll be notably trying to con herself a second meal from a fellow newbie. She's hungry? ]
FOUR — WILDCARD
[ Repost from original meme. Down for anything! Let me know. >:] For the record, Felicia's canon point is 616 before OMD (like circa 2008) with bias to Evil That Men Do. ]