Thread: Thundercrash (w/DeviousFish)

By the time she found the building, she had come to regret not insisting on better details - a streetname, a landmark, something to identify it. But she had been eager and hasty and had paid for it with endless circling of the streets and alleyways. After talking to several people in the area, and following a couple of false leads, she found the only building it could possibly be. A mail carrier had confirmed the presence of a man in a janitor's uniform coming and going, but could give her no more information than that. Sparkler now sat, perched on the roof of the opposite building, staring at the door left carelessly open. Between her hands, she idly tossed a tiny bolt of electricity, her trademark spark, back and forth as she contemplated her best course of action. It looked quite empty, with its ambitious renovations left abandoned and half finished. Somehow, it didn't seem like the sort of place the silver man would crouch in, anyway. But then, what had she been expecting? A giant neon sign saying Evil Secret Hideout Here? No. Either this entire thing was a dead end, and had been a profound waste or time from the start, or it was a trap. Whatever the case, she couldn't see any other alternative except to go down and investigate. What was the worst that could happen? It was clearly vacant, so if she barged in uninvited she wouldn't be disturbing anyone. She had already circled the entire building, looking in the windows for any sign of life. There hadn't even been any security cameras as far as she could see. If, by some chance, it was a trap...? Well, she highly doubted there was anything awaiting her she couldn't punch, kick, or electrocute into submission. Her decision made, she chanced a quick glance at the sky. It was late, but if she hurried, she could get back home in time to have a decent supper. She hadn't had lunch and it was starting to nag at her. Patrol would be skipped tonight, she felt she'd earned a break after all the tedious sleuthing. As she landed in front of the doorway, the streetlamps hummed and flickered on, signaling the setting of the sun. She approached the doorway with confidence. As she gazed into the dusty structure in the fading light, she felt sure this mustn't be it. It was just an office complex, like so many others on this street. Ignoring any caution, she stepped inside the door. Knock knock, she murmured quietly as she entered. Only the grey light of dusk filtered through the windows, casting deep shadows in the empty room. It was all but impossible to see. Switching on a light would be far to conspicuous, but she searched briefly anyway. All she found was exposed wires where the switches had been. It was no good investigating if she couldn't even see where she was walking. Holding up her hand, she channeled a small amount of her electrical power into it her arm. Tiny arcs formed between her thumb and fingers, creating a soft glow. As she concentrated, pushing more power into it, they stabilized and grew brighter. Soon the area around her was illuminated with a soft, flickering violet light. It wasn't as good as daylight, but she could make out the details of her surroundings.