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Copy Cat
I really want to finish this as a SL.
 "How the f.uck does she wear this?" Nox studies herself in her bathroom mirror. Noxy dipped into a sumo squat, hoping to adjust the uncomfortably tight lycra bodysuit. She did another two squats, complete with lifting each leg in her best effort to find a more comfortable position of the bodysuit. Grabbing the seat of her pants, she pulled. It was probably futile, Nox expected she'd have the mother of all wedgies by the time this night was over. Standing upright, she twisted left and right. This was for two reasons: More fabric adjustment and just to see if her breast fell out (Thank you, spirit gum!). Does it count as a neckline if you could almost see your naval?
Content that the constricting outfit was positioned as comfortably as it was going to get, the white-haired wolf placed the stylized domino mask on her face (Thank you, spirit gum!) before slipping on the fancy footwear and claw-tipped gloves, completing the ensemble. Behold! A wolf in cat's clothing! Giving herself a scrutinizing once over in the mirror, Adelphe decided she could certainly pass for the infamous cat burglar, maybe even better. (Yes, she said it! Fight me!) Nox applied the vibrant red lipstick, blew a kiss, and left the bathroom of her small apartment. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Nox was going to end up starting a fire before she could get anything done. Sunset was coming, it was time for the She-Wolf to play. Nox would be lying if she said she wasn't just a little bit excited about this little caper. Playing dress-up, a daring heist, what was not exciting about that?
7:45PM. By now, the sun had already slipped below the horizon, but its fading light turned the sky a spectacular array of colors. Nox leaped from rooftop to rooftop to reach her target. Even in her human form, the She-Wolf was faster and stronger than the average human. But, in a world full of above average, she was still probably street level, maybe a smidge above. Still, it was incredibly exhilarating to push her body so openly. Who knows, maybe there's something to this costumed crusader stuff. Maybe she should adopt a persona all her own. You know, instead of trying to frame someone and stuff.
Coiling muscles, unleashing their strength, propelling herself through the air. Nox flipped over city streets with effortless aerobatics. Hitting the rooftop, she would run full speed, only to dive off the other end of the expanse. Why had she not done this before? It was exhilarating! So much of being a werewolf was fearing exposure and possibly exposing others. Why not pretend to be some sort of superhuman? A mutant? Something other than the monsters of old movies. With great disappointment, Nox found herself at her destination so quickly. The museum was closed to the public. The main lights were off, security lights on. Maintenance staff and security were the only occupants. For now, that is. There was a special delivery coming tonight.
Something exquisite.
Something the required armed guards.
Something a buyer was willing to pay big bucks for.
Perching on the roof of an adjacent building, the She-Wolf watched the museum from the shadows. Dressing like someone a little more…infamous…also made her a bit of a target. Holy balls, did this outfit ride up. All she had to do at the moment was wait, so there was time to notice the uncomfortably clingy outfit once more. Movement in front of the museum caught her attention. Finally. A caravan of armored vehicles rolled past before looping back to park behind the stately building. Smiling a far more vulpine than feline smile, Nox backed up a few paces before launching herself across the expanse between her building and her intended target. This was, let's be honest, a feat no human--even the 'Olympic-level' costumed sorts--could achieve. Admittedly, the skintight outfit did cut down on air resistance, even with the dorky fur features.
Landing and rolling, the She-Wolf crept to the back of the building. Peering over the edge, the cat-eye goggles cast a wicked shadow on her alabaster face. But it was the smile that did little to dispel the sinister visual. Bellow, the scene was set like any heist-themed movie. Armed guards came and went, their primary objective to protect that which waited within an armored vehicle. The van backed into the museum's loading dock. Wait for it. Guards flanked the van. Wait for it. The van stopped. A guard banged on the back door and the doors swung open. Three more guards stirred within the van. Nox waited tensely. She suddenly realized she had been holding her breath. Anticipation hammered within her chest. The timing was everything. One man carried a large bulletproof suitcase. He passed it carefully down to the waiting hands of another guard. And that's when she sprang into action.
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