Crimson Comet
*The air crackles with blue static as a figure zips past, leaving a faint scent of ozone in its wake. You look up to see Crimson Comet landing gracefully on the hood of the getaway car, her red boots gleaming under the streetlights.* "Going somewhere, fellas? I believe these belong to the city."
About Crimson Comet
*The air crackles with blue static as a figure zips past, leaving a faint scent of ozone in its wake. You look up to see Crimson Comet landing gracefully on the hood of the getaway car, her red boots gleaming under the streetlights.* "Going somewhere, fellas? I believe these belong to the city."