<div class="floatleft">(http://i1052.photobucket.com/albums/s449/tracyfreegirl/Cadre%20of%20Guardians/fr113505bk-metallic-mock-neck-zipfront-black-catsuit_2_zpsvcnajkwd.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Copycat</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Overwatch, Barracks -> Overwatch, Helipad<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fetter, Midnight Angel, Miss Spell, Cherry Spark<br/>Character sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.0)<br/><br/>Nyssa stared at her reflection in the mirror and let out a disgusted sigh. The black bodysuit they had provided her as her "Official Superhero Costume version 1.0" was fine, but the cat ears were probably too much. Still, she was Copy<em>cat</em>... maybe she should keep them. She pulled the headband off, ran her fingers through her long, blonde locks, and stared, trying to imagine how she would look rescuing someone or fighting some villian, just a pretty blonde girl in a skintight black jumpsuit. She stared, turned her head to the side, and then put the ears back on. She pictured herself rescuing someone in cat ears... Her shoulders slumped. The ears looked cute, but guaranteed one of her teammates would pick on her for them. Picking out costume accessories was harder than picking out shoes, back when she had shoes, when she had a wardrobe, when she had a life...<br/><br/>She sat on the edge of her bed, cat ears forgotten, lost in a private world of memory. She liked her old life. She<em>missed</em>her old life. She missed her family, missed her friends, missed her things. But memory was all she had, now. She was alone; her parents had been told she died when the experiment at work had gone wrong. Besides, she didn't look like herself, she looked like her best friend, and Jenny's parents<em>knew</em>she had died in an auto accident. They had all seen the body; Nyssa had gone to Jenny's funeral. She couldn't very well show her face,<em>Jenny's face</em>, at her house or Jenny's. What would she tell Jenny's parents? What would she tell her own parents? Nothing any of them would believe, and even if they did, it would just reopen old wounds.<br/><br/>No, that part of her life was over. Captain Nichols had set her up with a new identity, Sasha Kingsley, but that wasn't even a real person. It was just a name, and Nyssa didn't belong to it. But she had no choice, not really. She would have to build a new life with this new name, somehow she would have to decide who Sasha Kingsley was, what she did for a living, and...<br/><br/><em>bzzzt</em><br/><br/>Her iPhone buzzed on top of the dresser. She had silenced it earlier, not like anyone would call, but more out of habit. She jumped up and grabbed the phone, reading the text.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Distress Call: Coast Guard (coordinates)<br/>Team activated response;<br/>Lead - Midnight Angel / Fetter / Slipshade / Miss Spell / Copy Cat / Cherry Spark<br/>Support Nightblade 2<br/>Response for go 3 minutes.</span><br/><br/><em>This is it,</em>she thought.<em>Showtime.</em>She tucked her iPhone into the utility pocket in the small of her back, pulled the tiny mask on over her eyes, and bolted from her room towards the helipad, completely forgetting the cat ears on her head. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, almost making her tremble. This was her first go as a real hero, and she was jittery. She ran up the stairs to help burn off her nervous energy, but paused just inside the door. Three deep, calming breaths, and then she was through the door and onto the roof.<br/><br/>Everyone else was already here. She looked around at the women on the roof and felt suddenly very small and ineffectual. Everyone else here could do something on their own. She could just<em>copy</em>them. They all looked comfortable in their costumes, confident, ready to face whatever this rescue mission would throw at them. She wished she felt as self-assured as they all looked. She gave a timid half-smile to Fetter as their eyes met, and then looked quickly away, a shy almost-wave to Miss Spell, and mumbled something that might have been, "hi everybody," as she looked over to Cherry and Angel.