Doing some inspection in the basement of Spider Cafe with @spiderbaroques about the ingredient stocks.
"I swear... I smell something funny recently. Get your mask on... We might see something off..."
The public acknowledges the armor as a new savior. To criminals, they called him as "Batman wannabee" despite their fear of its tactics such as unleashing its claws to slice and shock them, or taking them out by landfall. To the law enforcement, he's just a vigilante on steroids.
The armor is equipped with the Raven Pinions, a jetpack prototype that has gilded wings of steel attached to the modified jetpack that utilizes a quieter engine - making the Armored Raven a silent gliding vigilante. The wings can be tucked as well once the armor's on foot.
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"What's this..?"
He asked, looking towards the lady who pressed her hand towards his. He never felt that warmth such as this. It's like touching a lamp, or an overheating engine that never made his skin burnt upon touching it.
"The warmth is... Off the charts...
"Oh? Is there a particular area that you wish fortune to be told?"
Half joke but she could catch glimpse, if the other desire to know. But since it wasn't her original plan she didn't elaborate. Pressing on the soft parts in the hand with an unusual wave of heat.
"What for..? Are you going to do some fortune-telling?"
He asked, with a chuckle coming out from his throat for joking. He's not used to make jokes, but making one won't hurt him a bit to lighten up the mood before he takes off his black leather gloves and do what she asked.