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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3748134" data-attributes="member: 4936">"Mental note," Alex mutters to herself as she squints at her computer screen. "Learn to hack."Three browser windows were open, showing three different news stories while the TV chattered on in the background. All of them looked interesting to her, but she wasn't sure how to get involved legally. This superhero business could get complicated sometimes. Like the hospital. People disappearing. Sounds like a job for Amazing Makestuff Girl, right? Sure. Only the police were there, and they wouldn't be exactly inviting people onto the crime scene. Same with the incident in the harbor, with the ship and the terrorists. The whole area was battened down.Of course, she wasn't making things easier on herself. Hardly anyone had heard of 'Genesis.' Partly because she kept changing her look, and avoiding press. It seemed to most of the public as if there were a bunch of new armored heroes around town, when really there was just one. The fact of the matter though was that between school and trying to have a personal life, she didn't WANT to have to deal with any celebrity from her 'extracurricular activities.' For her, Genesis was a way to let off steam and test ideas first and foremost.Sometimes though, there were really -interesting- crimes. And she was done studying for now."Hell," she mutters, putting her computer to sleep. "Why not? Worst they can do is send me packing."A glow appears over Alex's hands and quickly coalesces into a sleek black motorcycle helmet with a high pitched whooshing noise. She glances out the window of her little studio apartment into the alley of the building she lives in. A moment later there's a wicked looking racing motorcycle out there with the keys in the ignition.And a moment after THAT, with the loud roar of an oversized engine, She and the cycle are gone again.----------Trinity HospitalFreedom CityA figure in distinctly feminine-shaped armor makes her way to the officer in charge of the site. Gunmetal grey plates of extraordinarily tough, but lightweight composites fitted to an underlying skintight suit of padded ballistic fiber that made Kevlar look like spaghetti strands. Genesis was rather proud of the basic design of her armor, though she often varied the specifics of its manifestation. This time, for example, the protection was a bit lighter than usual so that it didn't obscure her rather fit natural shape. Cops were humans too, after all. Maybe she could sweet talk her way in."Afternoon, officer," she says, extending a gauntleted hand. Her voice was electronically modified, but still recognizably female. "Genesis. I'm here to help with the crime scene investigation."</blockquote>

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