Music of the Night
Jul 19, 2014 19:10:44 GMT -6
Post by A.G. on Jul 19, 2014 19:10:44 GMT -6
"Hahahaha~"
Her ghost-like, girlish laughter echoed through the heated night of combat, though her jet-black figure could barely be seen. There was something ever-so-enticing about being 'late' to the party. At least, in Hotline's eyes, there was. She was an avid virtual chess player; It was one of her favorite non-online games to play, solely because of the fact that the most important thing in Chess wasn't who was faster, or stronger, or had wings, or laser beams shooting from their eyes, but who could react in the most effective way. Chess, you see, began with one player making a move, and one player reacting to the first player's move. Hotline absolutely loathed the idea of someone reading her strategies... but she loved to read someone else's. Call it an inherent desire to one-up the competition, or a lack of initiative... Hotline called it 'the advantage'.
Cloaked in a suit so black that she blended into the night itself, the espionage expert swooped from rooftop to rooftop, covering leaps and bounds with a mixture of her own natural acrobatic talent and grappling hook-aided showmanship. The bat-designed hooks of her grapple line locked clean against a billboard overlooking the ongoing action. It sure was heating up down there; Robin and Slade were going at and about it, and two others... One she didn't recognize, but the unmistakably fashionable Silverwing was the other. And then there were robots. LOTS AND LOTS OF ROBOTS. Well, it certainly was a full party! Having swung nimbly up onto the top of the billboard, Hotline surveyed what she was seeing, tapping her chin from her billboard seat as if debating if she should even help out. Good USUALLY triumphed over evil, right? So would it be so wrong to watch the heroes get smacked around a little longer before possibly winning? Decisions, decisions... "...I guess Bird Boy can owe me a favor," She eventually decided with a smirk, before standing once more, showing great balance as she sprinted along to the edge of the billboard and jumped down from it.
Time to do the hero thing.
"Hahahaha~"
The girl plummeted a few moments before firing her grappling hook again, catching the side of the building the heroic trio had been getting knocked around on, her haunting laughter echoing on the wind all the way down. Like some sort of spider woman, she swung about the side, dipping low and then whipping up into the air, some 12 to 15 feet above the battle at hand. From her utility belt, the super spy withdrew a handful of small, metallic balls of unknown origin-- A grin on her face as she decided a little Static Interference couldn't hurt the situation. With a swipe of her hand, she threw them down, and watched them scatter about the rooftop. The impact would be enough to activate them, causing each individual gadget to emit an electromagnetic pulse across the building's roof. Alone, they were used to distort cameras and break communication channels; Who knew what a group of 'em would do to a bunch of robots?
Detracting her grappling hook, Hotline landed with a neat tuck and roll onto the building top in a fairly 'empty', Sladebot-free spot with an innocent smirk (if ever there was one). "Evening, ladies and gents," She began, reaching to her belt to ready more of her Static Interferences, "Just thought I'd drop by and see the sights."
Her ghost-like, girlish laughter echoed through the heated night of combat, though her jet-black figure could barely be seen. There was something ever-so-enticing about being 'late' to the party. At least, in Hotline's eyes, there was. She was an avid virtual chess player; It was one of her favorite non-online games to play, solely because of the fact that the most important thing in Chess wasn't who was faster, or stronger, or had wings, or laser beams shooting from their eyes, but who could react in the most effective way. Chess, you see, began with one player making a move, and one player reacting to the first player's move. Hotline absolutely loathed the idea of someone reading her strategies... but she loved to read someone else's. Call it an inherent desire to one-up the competition, or a lack of initiative... Hotline called it 'the advantage'.
Cloaked in a suit so black that she blended into the night itself, the espionage expert swooped from rooftop to rooftop, covering leaps and bounds with a mixture of her own natural acrobatic talent and grappling hook-aided showmanship. The bat-designed hooks of her grapple line locked clean against a billboard overlooking the ongoing action. It sure was heating up down there; Robin and Slade were going at and about it, and two others... One she didn't recognize, but the unmistakably fashionable Silverwing was the other. And then there were robots. LOTS AND LOTS OF ROBOTS. Well, it certainly was a full party! Having swung nimbly up onto the top of the billboard, Hotline surveyed what she was seeing, tapping her chin from her billboard seat as if debating if she should even help out. Good USUALLY triumphed over evil, right? So would it be so wrong to watch the heroes get smacked around a little longer before possibly winning? Decisions, decisions... "...I guess Bird Boy can owe me a favor," She eventually decided with a smirk, before standing once more, showing great balance as she sprinted along to the edge of the billboard and jumped down from it.
Time to do the hero thing.
"Hahahaha~"
The girl plummeted a few moments before firing her grappling hook again, catching the side of the building the heroic trio had been getting knocked around on, her haunting laughter echoing on the wind all the way down. Like some sort of spider woman, she swung about the side, dipping low and then whipping up into the air, some 12 to 15 feet above the battle at hand. From her utility belt, the super spy withdrew a handful of small, metallic balls of unknown origin-- A grin on her face as she decided a little Static Interference couldn't hurt the situation. With a swipe of her hand, she threw them down, and watched them scatter about the rooftop. The impact would be enough to activate them, causing each individual gadget to emit an electromagnetic pulse across the building's roof. Alone, they were used to distort cameras and break communication channels; Who knew what a group of 'em would do to a bunch of robots?
Detracting her grappling hook, Hotline landed with a neat tuck and roll onto the building top in a fairly 'empty', Sladebot-free spot with an innocent smirk (if ever there was one). "Evening, ladies and gents," She began, reaching to her belt to ready more of her Static Interferences, "Just thought I'd drop by and see the sights."