It was not an exceptionally interesting day in Seacouver; really, it was just an ordinary Tuesday, with people moving to and fro around the town with their business, attending only their personal affairs without a care in the world, secure in the notion that their city was protected from the myriad of superhumans that flew the skies or leaped from rooftop to rooftop. For one superheroine in particular, however, the calm was not quite a comfort; if anything, it was almost as disconcerting as if something had been happening.
Spectra sighed. While the phrase "It's quiet - too quiet" was a cliché she certainly hated, she hated more to admit that she was currently absorbed somewhat with that very sentiment. Ever since the events with Dr. Schiffer, things had been quiet. She'd had some encounters with criminals, yes, but nothing particularly noteworthy. The Pauldron had been busy with legal affairs, especially in the fallout of the Anubis Cor