Jessica Black had been at the funeral, albeit as a part of the crowd of onlookers and gawkers. She had no attachment to the man being buried; no feelings towards him beyond acknowledging his existence and his role in both the city and the world. However, she’d been instead doing headcounts, quietly looking over the numbers and the faces to see how things were shaping up and where people were at.<br/><br/>Seeing Karen leave, she took that as her own cue, slipping away from the crowd and vanishing into the middle distance, unseen by those who were otherwise focused on events. Once she was confident that she was out of sight behind an old, dusty mausoleum, she began to quietly undress, leaving herself in a sleek black and bright green bodysuit, before wrapping a mask around her face. And then she concentrated, focusing on herself, eyes tight shut.<br/><br/>The ground around her sifted and wavered, while the wall of the mausoleum behind her cracked. Her body began to grow, increasing in size, its proportions shifting as she gained muscle mass and density. The costume shifted with her, mesh “expansion joints” appearing between the seams, allowing it to maintain its integrity as its wearer transformers herself.<br/><br/>Moments later, Dark Star, notorious (and incredibly sexy) superheroine leaped away, headed downtown. Most of the city’s superhero population were focused on events here, leaving her with a window of opportunity.<br/>