"Right, so how do these boots work again?" Hazel asked her roommate through the communicator in her ear, feeling utterly out of her element in a back alley.<br/><br/>Officially, it was her first night out as Glitch, the recent "hactivist" that had been written about internet forums for the past year. Up till now, the technopath had kept her heroics to her apartment, using her powers to infiltrate dirty companies and paid off cops and either "relieve" them of their stolen profit or air their dirty laundry for the public to see. She sent in anonymous tips with the evidence she had found scouring through online accounts and servers. Her calling card had been cartoon versions of her own cats flooding the screen and using whatever was onscreen as a scratching post. Now she was taking Glitch off-screen at the behest of her roommate Anjali, who had designed the green and white costume and all its accouterments.<br/><br/>"Just activate your tech powers and the boots will do the rest," Anjali replied from her comfortable position back at the apartment, likely watching movies while she went out and fought street punks. "It'll activate the rollerblade function as well as the rocket boosters once you will them to speed up."<br/><br/>"Will them?"<br/><br/>"Look, if you can do it with computers, then you can do it with my tech. I didn't get degrees in engineering and fashion design for nothing, you know."<br/><br/>"Kay," Hazel finally said, tucking a lock of her short brown hair behind her ear. "Here goes nothing."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and sure enough, she felt it well up within her body, felt the connections and her synapses firing to life. Sure enough, when she looked down at her exposed fingers with their chipping nail polish and saw the pale green patterns spreading across her skin. Her vision and hearing grew sharper, the city stretched out before her like an organized grid and a thousand images, notifications, and sounds streamed through her consciousness. Hazel called the process interfacing, when she become a human super computer, connected to every device and piece of tech in the city. And just as Anjali predicted, the wheels and rocket boosters sprung to life and she was blazing through the city streets, attempting to keep her balance and navigate around speeding cars at the same time.<br/><br/>"Alright, Glitch, time to go out on your first patrol as a tiny human super computer," she heard Anjali chuckle on the communicator. "You know where I'll be if you have any questions about the suit."<br/><br/>Glitch rolled her eyes as she skating across the side of a nearby office building, scaring the daylights out a poor man stuck staying late at work. Alright, maybe this superhero thing wouldn't be half as bad as she thought it would be. At least she would be getting to play with some cool toys. But tonight wasn't about having fun. It was about making Glitch's debut as something real. Something flesh and blood.<br/><br/>Glitch tuned into the cameras of the local news stations. She had just barely slid herself into the channel before it hit. She had her first lead.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1021" data-username="@Pancakes_Follower" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1021/">@Pancakes_Follower</a>