<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190903/407e145040479a5f46ddf008d2d333a2.png) (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/Rocket.4.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Raquel Irvine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035652#msg15035652)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Check the pic but be prepared for some changes<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>8/23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>9 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>From Secret Sanctuary to Fire's Livingroom<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>So a Rocket heads to the docks in totally<strong>appropriate</strong>attire.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Beast Mode (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m3BcAX5HI4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>All Mission 2 Members<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Font Made Here (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"'Just you' can fly, dent a ship with a punch and protect half the team with your force fields. I'd take 'just you' any day of the week."</span><br/><br/>Raquel's face went a dark shade of pink at Ronnie's words. Though the statement was true enough, it just wasn't something she thought about. These were things her belt helped her do; not something SHE did. There was a huge difference!! There were some other words and he did some mega coolness for their nominal team leader: 'Miss Huntress to the rescue!!' Somehow, she managed to not embarrass herself further but it was pretty close. Especially once, Huntress went through the job list.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Rocket: Find the weakest little punk you can and wring out why they are trying to flood the streets with the serum. Are they trying to create an army of metas? Wanting to smoke someone out? It doesn’t make sense....so break his little bones if you have to.”</span>The small woman shifted slightly and contemplated the point of breaking who ever for information. She didn't have to do that. All she had to do was... Once again, there was her boy and his brilliance, making shit just a bit easier! A smile curved her lips upward as he said,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"They're chaff grenades. Pull the pin and toss em like a normal grenade, and when they go off, they send supercharged metal shavings into the air, causing a temporary catastrophic effect in all unshielded, nearby technology."</span><br/><br/>One slim hand cradled the little orb gently as she pondered her own part in the festivities. Most of the team had metapowers. In fact, it seemed that only she and Huntress did not. However, that beauty had real prowess and hard core training. What did she have? Raquel pondered this for a moment, her thoughts ticking along.<em>'I have a fat ass, a cute face, my inertia belt and the ability to make grown men and women whimper if I frown too hard.'</em>A gamine grin hinted at the corners of her mouth. If she couldn't provide super powered ass kickery, the least she could do was give good distraction.<br/><br/>The attractive mini-mountain made his opinion known and though Raquel wouldn't have worded it QUITE that way, she agreed with the assessment. Further planning would be a waste. Still, another small blush touched her face as she heard the deep rumble of tall dark and chocolatey through her ear piece.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">&lt;&lt;I think you are awesome…and gorgeous&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://vh1.mtvnimages.com/uri/mgid:file:http:shared:vh1.com/news/uploads/sites/2/2018/03/Screen-Shot-2018-03-29-at-11.02.58-AM-1522336832.png?quality=0.85&amp;format=jpg&amp;width=480)</div>She wasn't sure why he said it as he had barely even looked at her but regardless, it made her smile. It seemed people were ready to get into motion but Raquel needed a few minutes. Wearing this crap wasn't going to accomplish anything. The others were doing the heavy lifting, the dangerous shit so this little ensemble had to go. Turning to her own team mates, she held up one slender finger.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Okay, y'all are gonna be doing the hard stuff, power wise. What that means is I NEED to be a much better distraction than I am right this second. Give me two minutes."</span>She shrugged out of her jacket and glanced down at her "uniform".<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Two minutes."</span>Then she practically sprinted toward a guest rest room. Maybe ninety seconds later, she had returned, a small backpack which had been hidden under her jacket dangling from one slim hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"This was gonna be my trip home outfit, you know? But Huntress gave me an idea. I am small. Quite frankly, I look like a stiff wind would spank my ass and force me to call it daddy. So why not play it up?"</span>One hand swept over the red gear.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My belt can be added at the waist, no worries."</span><br/><br/>She glanced to both of her team mates, a wicked grin touching her mouth.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Let's go and wreck some shit!"</span>With no further ado, she shoved her jacket into the backpack, adjusted her inertia belt so that it lay easily at her waist and slipped one hand into a small black glove. The chaff grenade was stored in a pocket on the side of the bag and the whole of it was slung over one well-toned shoulder. A dimpled grin was flashed to all and sundry as she sauntered toward Icon who held open a door and intoned<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> "Your waterfront awaits." </span><br/><br/>She slipped by with a wink and a sweetly voiced,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Thank ya."</span><br/><br/>Now the work could begin.