Thread: Thundercrash (w/DeviousFish)

The high pitched laugh filled her ears again, and Dawn Marshall disgustedly threw her headphones down. It had been several days since the video had gone viral and she had lost count of the number of times she'd watched it, searching for some shred of evidence that had been overlooked. But there was nothing. It was as if, after murdering those two innocent people, he had simply evaporated into thin air. For someone who had just issued what seemed to her a very clear challenge, this Silver Soul didn't seem to want to be found. Then again, Dawn's detective skills were only fair at best. Her strength had always been in physical battles, blasting Faire City's criminal scum as Sparkler, not hiding behind a desk combing through videos and paperwork. Still, it wasn't as if she didn't try. As her alter ego, she had interviewed everyone at the crime scene, including visiting the poor traumatized boy at the hospital, talked to police, and made phone call after phone call. Nothing. She had even attempted to contact Larksong, a pointless venture. The poor girl was most likely long dead. She hadn't known the hero very well, but she deserved justice. Justice that Dawn would gladly deliver if only she could find the culprit! It was frustrating. There was one lead she had yet to investigate herself, however. In the video, he had stated where he was from. Since then, the police had been tracking any suspicious shipments from to and from Walker City. One in particular caught their attention that had been delivered to a storage facility downtown not far from the scene of the crime. The police had checked it out, but it had been emptied by the time they arrived. There probably wasn't much to find now, but sitting around doing nothing was driving her crazy. I've got to get out of here, she declared, pushing herself roughly away from her office desk. I'm leaving Her co-worker in the registrar's office, a stout middle aged woman with a sweet face and an up-do, turned away from her computer and gave her a stern look. But it's barely three o'clock. You're going to get it. Dawn shrugged apologetically. She had bigger things to worry about. I've got all my work done and we close the phones in an hour anyway. It's fine. The woman shook her head and resumed typing. It was a regular habit of Dawn's to leave early and arrive late, but she somehow managed to skirt the pink slip every time. Everyone in the office assumed she was out having a good time, partying her life away. They had no clue of her real activities. Sweeping her papers into a neat pile, she gathered her belongings and rushed briskly out the door. There was one more stop before she left the office, though- the Lady's Room on the top floor. Certain occasions permitted her to wear her costume beneath her clothes like certain heros, but mostly Dawn found it risky and impractical. The bathrooms in this wing of the building were all but abandoned, there was a skylight to escape through, and an old ventilation shaft to hide her things in. A convenient changing place overall. She slipped in unnoticed and swiftly locked the door. Quickly, she stripped down to her bare skin, shivering in the chill of the room. Only seconds later, she had slipped long, crisp white gloves up her arms, shimmied into her sleeveless blue leotard with white starburst crest, and eased her blue boots up her thighs. A black belt was then slung loosely around her narrow waist and clasped with an S shaped lightning bolt, resting daintily on the curve of her softly rounded hips. Next, she grasped the back of her head and firmly yanked off her trim golden blonde wig and hair net, loosing long flowing tresses of ice blue hair. She glanced quickly in the mirror, brushing her bangs into shape and pulling her hair away from her face. It was a charming face, girlish in its soft round features and sweet bowed lips, but stern when held under the gaze of her fierce grey eyes. Finally, she concealed her identity with a glittering blue domino mask. In less than a minute Dawn Marshall had disappeared and Sparkler had arrived. --- After flying across town, she lighted gently on the top of the storage supervisor's building, her boots clacking on the tin roof. He was startled to see her, but obligingly lead her to the unit in question and answered any and all questions she had. As suspected, the unit was empty, and the trip had been useless. Somewhat discouraged, she was just about to turn and fly away, when she spotted someone staring at her from beyond the chain link fence. That would normally not have meant anything, she was stared at often. But no sooner had they made eye contact, then he turned and bolted away. Hey! she yelled, and took off after the man.