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Carmen "La Puma Negra" La Puma watched as he growled at her, like a cornered little mutt. She in turn barred her teeth and growled, more than willing to play the larger top predator here, "Don't you start anything you can't niño, unless you're gonna finish it," she spoke, making sure he knew who queen of the concrete jungle here. Puma was by far unintimidated. Pale smoke was not something she knew very well about. A gas leak or something? Not likely that it was the reason that this kid had entrails and blood from his mouth, the smell still fresh. Maybe it was toxic radiation like out of some dumb horror movie or maybe some poor kids power origin. Instead, whatever this smoke was some sort of third thing, trying to figure out what sort thing could have caused it all. "Listen here mutt. You probably got parents trying to figure out why you aren't at choir practice. You aren't some beast, not if I can help it," she continues to growl at him, "Now tell me, where was this smoke stuff you're talking about?"

17 on untrained

20 to Intimidate the child to listen to her. She ain't the sweet talker.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" La Puma was cursing internally as she scraped alongside the small and narrow passage, feeling the scrape against her furred body as her attire was scratched and torn here and there. Fortunately, they had tailors that she could bring it to back at Claremont, but she'd had to write out a whole form and then some in order to fill it out and she only had one other spare outfit to use. Not to mention, she'd have to have a nice long shower after this. At the least she could breathe easy knowing that she hadn't suffered any real injury doing so, moving like a cat as near dislocated parts of her own body to do so with her feline like biology. Once finally through in this mess of abandoned and neglected spaces, Puma could see the creature, this dog child, quickly moving ahead to be in front of him. It was some sort of warren in the middle of a large array of old long forgotten buildings. The smell was absolutely terrible, like the island after a bad hurricane had swept through. "I'm not letting you go, not until you tell me what's going on, you got that kid? I ain't gonna hurt you unless you want to start some trouble," she seemed somewhat annoyed, holding him by the ankle, "And if you think I'm a beast that's the pot calling the kettle black."

23 On the Roll Puma has gone through and caught the kid

Carmen "La Puma Negra" The werecat's eyes widened as she what was the child run off and away from her. Whatever was happening, La Puma knew that she could not let this kid get away from her, regardless of whatever sort of malady was affecting him. So, she would give chase, using her speed to her advantage and keeping close to see where he would go. Back at Claremont, she had been clocked at a speed nearly at 50 miles per hour, so it would child's play for her to keep up with him, unless he got any faster. However Puma wanted to learn, she wanted to see where the runt went, to follow him back hopefully to the lair. Unlike his, Puma's movements were natural and trained. She had plenty of experience working through and around her home here in Freedom City and back in Aquadilla. What this poor displayed was inhuman even for her own standards, body moving and contorting in such a way that was likely painful. Likely just as painful trying to attempt to get in through the hole as she leapt over knocked over trash cans and refuse in the alley ways dark pathway. Clawed nails would scratch along the concrete as she came to a halt before the hole. Whatever sort of abandoned structure this was, partially crumbling, she had to follow. "Damn it!" she'd curse aloud before taking a deep breath and climbing in through the hole. Puma could fit, but she wouldn't like it.

29 On the roll for the chase scene. She is quick.

Carmen "La Puma Negra La Puma Negre hissed in response as she watched him turn to what appeared into some sort of were like creature like herself. It was a sickening display, a gruesome sight that near made her skin crawl. He looked just like one of the wolfmen from the moon that had attacked the office that was Patriot's headquarters, only far worse in appearance. She'd see his eyes. The silent cry for help. Something had taken over this child, something feral and ancient. It nearly reminded her of her own self somewhat, but this was far worse, far beyond the monster that was or at least thought herself to be. This kid was trapped, and not seeing the presence of any shooter. The likely sound was boy's own cry. "Well tough luck kid, I'm off the menu," she growles at him. Cat and dog they definitely were and all her instincts were going off at the same time. There was danger here in the pale moonlight. "I think you've eaten enough"

33 For a Notice Check for this Back Alley

Carmen "La Puma Negra" The stench got to her immediately, catching it on the nose as she grimaced long before she even saw the terrible and disgusting display before her. The coppery taste was already in her mouth as she looked down at the corpse of the dog, its entrails scattered about on the ground, other stray dogs, a pack, barking and staying away from the one hovering above it. A boy, a choirboy from the church covered in blood and appearing to have been the one to have killed the dog. He was feral, almost deranged like, putting the young heroine on edge. La Puma Negra's felt her mind scramble into danger mode, but Carmen came back, the part of her humanity quickly moving to him. "Kid, stop, what are you doing, what have you done?!" she called at him, drawing close to child. Like some sort of ritual, licking at the blood slathering it over her robes in some sort of fiendish display. None of this explained the gunshot. There had to be a shooter about, but where could they be? Was it the boy or someone else, maybe they had shot the dog, peering through the night with cat like vision, attempting to figure out and get to the bottom of such a disturbance.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" "I never said anything about cutting my tail, so I don't know what you're talking about at all!" she said through gritted teeth and a growl. Carmen was getting upset, raising her voice partially but nothing that would cause too much a scene, being in the far back. Even if her temper was flaring she respected that this was a church, and with her years of education under such an institution, raw emotion was hemmed in by manners. Carmen was going to say more before a shot rang out in the distance, her ears picking it up as it rang through the dry night air and she was immediately on guard. She could catch that the priest had heard it too, near jumping from the sudden sound and potentially others that recognized it. Noises filtered into her ears as immediately they were-cat young woman's senses went into action, honed by her time training at Claremont and her own growing skills. Dogs barking, cats screeching, but one of those dogs didn't sound like a dog. A boy, he may be hurt, "I have to go now. Someone's in trouble and God's work must be done by my hands. We'll talk later," Carmen says before rushing away, giving the strange priest a slight nod before making her way into the night. Off went the shirt and the pants and underneath the school issued combat gymnastic leotard made for her, tossing the clothing onto the porch of her apartment doorsteps. She wasn't used to working alone but tonight she would have to. It was time anyway for her to take off the kid gloves and start taking what Patriot had taught her.

12 On a Sense Motive Check

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Something didn't feel right with this guy. Carmen has seen him before, at least she thought she had, but this didn't seem right, as if he was a complete stranger, almost as if he had just started working here and was clueless. Maybe it was some sort of memory issue? He could also be playing stupid with her as some form of joke, she couldn't really tell at times. Yet, as the Father talked, more things felt off about him that it made her far more uncomfortable. It was so garbled and weird. It didn't make sense for someone almost that was starting suspect something wasn't right about it. Carmen shrugged, "I was born this way Father. You'd think they'd brief you but if you don't know when I was younger I slowly started to become well.... this," she responds to his questions, playing it moderately cool. Something wasn't right and she was going to figure it out somehow, one way or another. "Tail and all too. The special experts at Claremont well, they said it was likely magical. There isn't anything medically done to me outside a flu shot or too. Maybe some immunizations," she raises her brow, "Burning witches? I'm not no witch's cat. What year do you think it is today, medieval times?"

Carmen "La Puma Negra" Carmen smiled, "You've seen me enough in here Father. I'm the only walking cat in here," she says alluding to her appearance, almost smiling, a rarity if there ever was one as she tapped her foot, slender tail wagging out from behind her. She thought he was making some sort of joke if it was one, though she did likely presume that he, like herself when lived back in Puerto Rico, wasn't as well briefed about the events of Terminus back during the 90s. Possibly he was just like her, a transplant to this city, sent to find some sort of divine purpose in life. Neither would he likely know whom she was looking for as well. "I'm sorry. Claremont teaches all kinds of current history. I like it there," she says, oddly feeling a bit more relaxed, "Big invasion thing. It happened more than twenty years ago." "Carmen, I live in the clergy housing across the street. The Aquadilla church, orphanage, they help pay some of the cost for me to live here during the Summer," she says, cat like eyes looking to him.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" "I guess you could say that," she'd say. He almost reminded her of Father Serrano back home, or was this now her home while she attended school? This was her home for now as long as she was here Carmen speculated internally, a home away from home. Then again, that home back in Aquadilla was simply just an orphanage, a temporary home that had become her only home until now. Her smile went to a more troubled look as she began to dwell on the matter, her mind constantly changing its thought like that of an overactive housecat. A coincidence that she happened to be so catty in looks herself. "I pray Father, I truly do but, I feel as though my own hands must do something, that I've been sitting idle for too long. God does many things for me, for us all," she says, as if there was frog in her throat. Carmen was dancing around the question, coming up with the nerve to ask it. She was trying to relax, deep breaths and all, "I'm looking for someone, someone like me, or was like me. I don't know their name but..." She'd trail off, lost in thought. It was hard to think straight, not saying the name of the person on her mind that her uneased. This dry and dusty heat. It made it so she almost couldn't think straight at all, "They disappeared around Terminus years ago. I want to know where they are, I want to find them, to talk to them. I feel like that is the only way Father for me to get any peace out of all this," she spoke in Spanish, finally able to relax herself to speak as she looked him in the eyes sincerely.

Carmen "La Puma Negra" The clergy housing was a small one floor apartment style dwelling in the South Side of Freedom City. Located within Paseo Boricua, a small district within the larger city that housed many of the distinctly Puerto Rican residents of the local area. This population included Carmen, a young woman cursed in her own opinion, with the power of the werecat. While on the occasion she would get a few strange looks, the year spent here made her was a little bit more comfortable than it had been before. It still however wasn't home, unlike a more familiar place back at the orphanage in Aquadilla. Here however would have to do, this small apartment dwelling on the second floor by the parish's local Catholic church. In this dry summer heat, Carmen entered the church to listen the boy's choir. She liked it when they practiced, with some of the older ones she roughly her age she considered somewhat cute. Naturally though, none could see her, in fact keeping herself towards the back and out of sight of most of the fellow church goers. Even with some of the acceptance towards her looks and the few that seemed to think she appeared familiar in look to another former hero. For a moment, she couldn't stop thinking about it, lost in a thought as eyes drifted towards the virgin Mary. El Gato. That was what she was called. Someone like her from long before her. Soo lost in thought she was that only her senses could pick him up in the last moment before he came to her, smiling white teeth visible to her slitted eyes, "Hello reverend father," she'd greet him, bowing her head in respect. He always seemed so polite, just like the many clergymen and women that were at the orphanage back home, "I have. There is a lot on my mind father. I think I just need some peace, that is all." Carmen smiles back, "They sound really good father."

With a violent and climactic end to their fight, it was not fully over yet as the werecat would suddenly jump off and away as she saw the defeated Spider Queen fell apart into barrage of spiders that now swarmed away. On all fours like a large cat, she felt she still had to be weary, not wanting more of those things to get on her again. However, it appeared like these spiders wouldn't be coming back, nor reinforcements by more armed ice men. Even then, she was still on guard as she crept back together with her fellow compatriots, her heightened hearing picking up what sounded like music after Paper had struck the Spider Queen with his paper guitar. "¿Está hablando de Navidad? ¿Es verano? (Is he talking about Christmas? It's Summer?)" Puma would question, feeling still the tinge of pain that the shard of ice that had struck her in the leg had caused. She hadn't expected to meet Saint Nicholas, quickly doing a sign of the cross at meeting the saint person, though was confused why Angelic would have experience with such a person. Puma could only assume that they had somehow met before or even helped. The young hero wouldn't pay it too much attention, the cold air stinging where she had been hit from before. Thankfully, her superhuman biology was helping heal somewhat quicker than the normal person would.

All good, take your time.

Reflex Save for a 17, forgot Puma is Fatigued. However, she has Evasion 2. Toughness Save 21, so La Puma is able to tank the hit. She has a bruise from the fight earlier still and has 1 Hero Point again.

With fantastic speed and outstanding agility, Puma leapt to uppercut the spider woman with the ferocity of the animal for which she had named herself for. The strike would land nicely, having had real combat experience with the likes of the Patriot in a sort of sidekick roll had been paying off more and more for her it appeared. For her trouble however it appeared that it had done little, especially as it didn't phase her when out from her mouth released a torrent of small spiders, going over them like a flood, with Puma right in front for the time being. Even dodging back did little as she had to quickly close her eyes and mouth, even pinching her nose. It didn't stop the feeling of small fangs biting her, but whatever toxin they may have had her superhuman body seemed to have beaten back as she shook off as much of the spiders as she possibly could. Emboldened by her comrades, she herself leapt into action once again, feinting this time a simple claw strike before trying to come up with a clawed roundhouse kick, "Maybe this will convince you, RRAAAWWW!!!"

Ok, so La Puma Negra will perform another Acrobatic Bluff for a 26, surging to attack again with a 20. No HP left to spend atm so I am going to gain the condition and be a bit tired from all this running around.

11, rolled a 1. Darn. Evasion 2 so just like Space Furry. 16 on the Fortitude Save but I'll eat it and spend one last HP And a 15, Blah

Her Dex is utterly superhuman and she can reach a top speed close to 30-45mph. When she hits, she is going to hit quick. Of course, for now, she lacks a bit more options.

"You heard her!" La Puma Negra says as she leaps and bounds through the glacier with movement that while still feral in nature, had a trained, almost gymnastic ability. Training at Claremont had done wonders to getting her body not in shape, as she was already stronger than any average human, and far faster than anyone like her. The blessing to the curse that was her life. At least it was with how she perceived it. If it meant mad dashing in to fight some snow spider lady with those powers, she was going to do so with gusto. Just as she looked like she was going to leap up with a kick, but turned more out to be a feint, delaying the action to try and uppercut the most monstrous thing she had ever seen in person in a world of super-heroes and magic. This supposed queen looked utterly terrifying, making what she thought of herself look near meaningless in comparison, "Let em go!" she cries out, slashing forward.

Puma will move forward, performing an Acrobatic Bluff of 21 before performing an Extra Effort to Surge. She will then use a Claw attack with a roll off 27 and use a Hero Point to avoid Fatigue.