...it seemed a little early for the place to close, but Motya was the last one in the place. Perhaps 'Pops' decided to knock off a bit early tonight. Motya couldn't blame him; the late afternoon was warmer than usual for this time of year - almost early summer-like - quite a difference from the chilling freak snowstorm that ripped across the state a few weeks back.
Originally Posted by Sheridan
|that was a queue if ever there was one...oh well, not ret-conning, will deal with that later |
"That certainly doesn't make much business sense
," she muttered to herself along her walk as she considered the ice cream shop closing. "A warm day like this people will want ice cream.
In any case, she now found herself in front of the
|that looks like something I saw on Ghost Hunters ^_^ |
. Standing here now, she felt more than a little intimidated by the sheer enormity of what she was thinking about doing.
This was a lot bigger than simply interferring in situations that she stumbled across.
Still, it would be worth it to be able to go through life with her own face. Never mind the rare instances of extra limbs.
And she had power. That wasn't common yet, and, until it was, people like her were bound by civic duty toward tasks they might not otherwise choose. That, and if she was going to be an effective metahuman lawyer, having support from such a prestigious group would be invaluable.
She tried to come up with a few other reasons to push out the threat of death and dismemberment that came with a life of heroics, and gathering herself up, she walked toward the entrance and looked for a way to
announce her presence
|intercom, doorbell, whatever it is, she's going to use it |