Costume Design

December 19, 2014:

Oracle calls Misfit and Batwing in to discuss things, Batgirl arrives and then so does a Dragon.

Clocktower - Gotham

Oracles homebase, the clocktower in Gotham cit

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NPCs: None.

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Mood Music: None.


Fade In…

Charlie pops over the next eveing as Oracle asked her too. One moment she isn't there and then the next she is, not setting off any of the alarms ether. She has her mask pushed up onto her forehead and a very expensive red scarf wrapped around neck. She specifically appeared in the kitchen where she loots some soda and a muffin, wandering to the monitoring room next "Oracle I'm here." she is at least good abuot annoucing herself in case Oracle needs to scream to wait for some reason, but she was told to stop by. <re>

***

Oracle is indeed in and waiting to see Misfit and Batwing, to whom she has sent a message expressing a firm desire that he come visit her in the Clocktower.

Right now, the redhead is at her console watching the streets of Gotham but at Charlies words, she turns "I'm going to have you fitted with bells with I think, Charlie." Looking at the younger woman, she nods and moves towards the kitchen. "I'm making tea, help yourself to food and drink."

***

"Wow, we're having food again, and here I am with this helmet." Batwing knocks on the side of his helmet as he walks in, then takes a seat at the table and stares over at Misfit. "Oh, it's you! You teleported… how did you teleport? I thought you were a low budget kind of hero?"

***

Batgirl lurks in the shadows of the high ceilings, her cape pulled about her and hiding the yellow outline of the bat on her chest. Her head turns silently, following the passage of Charlie and Batwing. While silent as a mouse, Oracle undoubtedly knows the young woman is here.

***

Charlie lifts her hands to show they are already chock full of a can of soda and muffin, she must have started in the kitchen. "I'm not sure bells would do much god. but I did announce myself like you asked." what since she doesn't trip any alarms. Damn good thing Oracle caught up to her and not the league of assassins cause damned if she couldn't be an unstoppable assassin. She nibbles on her muffin instead "I totes brought sketches of my ideas." When she hears someone knock though she reaches up and tugs her mask down before turning to him. "Uh… well.. yes… I bounce… thats what I call it.. I've always been able to do it." blink. "Hi!… I have sketches with ideas!"

***

Looking up into the shadows of the ceiling, Oracle smiles to herself and makes her way to the kitchen. "I, at least, am having tea, Luke. Would you like one or perhaps a coffee?" As she goes though the motions of preparing the tea she speaks quietly "Thank you for coming over, I wanted to talk about Lukes offer of a costume for … Misfit…" Turning her eyes to the ceiling once more, she adds mildly "Misfit, would put another can of soda on the table please?"

***

"Screw it, I want tea." Luke suddenly ducks under the table, removing his helmet and reaching his hand up to sit it on the table, still hiding his face. Then he seems to be doing something… and when he sits back up, he's wearing a black domino mask. "Problem solved!" he decides, nodding in Misfit's direction. "If this works for Robin outside, I can rock it for tea."

***

There's the faintest whisper of sound and then a moment later, likely after Misfit might have placed that can of soda down, the black-clad young woman drops from above to land lightly near the table. One gloved hand reaches out to drag the beverage closer, despite her own full-face mask that obscures her featues. No 'hi' or 'hello' from the Batgirl, she just stands there like a silent sentinel.

***

Misfit does set the unopened soda down on the table as requested and starts to head after Oracle to get herself another one. She pops this one open immediately though and sips a sip, muffins be thirsty work. She wanders back out and then nearly drops her soda, and muffin "holycrap…." and blushes "I swear… is there some kind of enhanced hearing training or something… so far everyone can sneak up on me…." even Batwing .. darn stealth systems. "Hi" she offers a bright smile to Batgirl.

***

Oracle makes the tea and heads back over to the table, smiling at Batwings domino mask and Batgirl. "Batgirl, long time no see… Will you join us? There's food in the fridge" Handing one cup to Luke, the redhead settles at the table and casts a sternish look between Batwing and Misfit. "I really want to talk to you two…"

***

"Oh! Hello." Luke nods in greeting to Batgirl. "Batgirl? Different from the rumors I used to hear." He offers his hand to her, and takes the cup from Oracle with his other hand. "Oh boy… I'm totally in trouble aren't I?" he asks, with the mock tone of someone who's being called to the principle's office.

***

Batgirl's head tilts over to the side, just a bit as she looks at Misfit. Well, one assumes she's looking at Misfit, given her eyes can't be seen. But she's facing her way. Her attention is pulled over towards Luke though as he greets her and giving a nod in reply. One hand pops the soda can open but she doesn't pick it up off of the table yet. Instead she looks over to Oracle, still in that almost eerie silence.

***

Misfit looks for all the world now like she is running through a mental checklistof everthing she has done that might earn her a lecture. This is done while watching Batgirl be eerie and silent. Finally he looks to Oracle "About costumes and gear right?" she mentioned costume discussion last night and all so she figures it must be that since she doesn't recall earning a lecture since the cemetary job.

***

"Mmmmhmmm, the costumes and gear…" Oracle nods at Misfit and then casts a very flat, quelling look a Batwing. "No, not in trouble… but I do have a job to do, and you're part of that." Batgirl gets a smile… "Feel free to join us Batgirl. This is Misfit and Batwing."

Turning a look to Batwing, Oracle chews her bottom lip and thinks before speaking further "Misfit tells me you offered to make her a costume, is that right?" she asks mildly.

***

"It's more, I was thinking I'd remake her costume with the fabric I invented. The original intent wasn't for something like this." Luke motions to the armored suit he's wearing right now, which, while flexible, still has more layers than wearing a shirt. "But like that." he points to Misfit's shirt. "I can make bulletproof casual clothing with my material."

***

Batgirl's head slowly turns as each person talks. It's like a three-way tennis match. One foot snakes out to catch the leg of a chair, dragging it silently over so she can sit down without having to shift position. She pulls her mask up enough to reveal her nose and mouth, and takes a sip of the soda still without having said a word. Luke and Charlie are getting some good, long looks in the breaks between people talking though.

***

Misfit sets her muffin and soda can down now "I have sketches.. I've been working on since the other day with ideas!" she checks her utility belt rooting around "did I forget them in my room…" she checks another pouch then pulls out some folded up pieces of drawing paper and starts to unfold them and smooth them out carefully.

The drawings are still a very Misfit outfit but not quite the same. Maybe she has actually been listening to all the lectures from everyone about how she is a k-mart knockoff batgirl… or cheap costume.. or low budget. The sketches show from the top down, goggles, yellow lenses and blue strap instead of a domino mask. An arrow is by it pointing to them an the words Thermal and Nightvision. The cape is the same half cape, but it has little notes about weighting the edges. The t-shirt is repaced by a different top, still blue main body, black Bat/M logo, and black sleeves, but it looks almost more like a thin leather jacket with long sleeves and elbow pads. There is a note on the elbows about metal weights. The gloves are the same batgirl style, but blue, and also wit a note abou reinforcement over knuckles for punching bad guys, yes written just like that. The utility belt looks the same but has a note, REAL Utility Belt. The skrit remains but looks to be sturdier in her sketch. The leggings go all the way down not leaving bare shins, and look heavier like the jacket. Completely with subtle kneepads and another note about metal. Finally the boots are yellow and blue, like the cloak and have ridges like the gloves.

***

Batgirl gets another smile. Oracle is rather fond of the young woman and her silent ways. Then her attention returns to Luke and nods "It's not a bad idea, but really Batwing, you should have come to talk to me first. I AM assuming you're going to be working in the Auxillary Batcave using our resources" Oracle raises an eyebrow "And… how do you know she was for real?" The redhead sighs. "You're part of a team now, Batwing, and that comes with responsibilities." Not to mention putting Oracle in the firing line if something goes pear shaped.

Casting a quick look at the drawings, Oracle nods and looks mildly impressed before looking at Batgirl. "What do you think? You're out on the streets doing the work… is it practical?"

***

"Hey, I was planning to ask first. But I figured some random girl on the street wouldn't know the connection between Oracle and the bats. Plus, come on… the way she talked about you, there's no -way- she didn't know you." Luke holds up his tea cup, then starts to do voices as he makes a talking motion with his hand down at the cup. "I'm Misfit, and I'm going to save the world!" Then, he does the voice of the hand. "Now you listen to me, young lady, if you think you can just stroll out there and start saving the world…"

***

Batgirl leans over the table to look at Misfit's drawing. Of course, she can't read any of the little notes that add helpful insight she just sees the picture. Her neck cranes a bit, as though she needed a better angle to look at it. Then she looks over at Luke, back over to Misfit, and finally over to Babs. "To do… what we do?" Were she someone else, she would sound skeptical. But instead, her words are a sort of flat monotone with an odd, broken sort of cadence.

***

Misfit looks hopeful to Batgirl as she examines it. Because well batgirl she should have awesome ideas even if her costume is kind of goth and dark and brooding. "I'm not really sure abou the skirt.. I mean I like it but… maybe it is just in the way if we go thicker leggings or pants insteadof the leggings Im rocking right now…." then she trails off and just gapes at Batwing.

***

Oracle looks between Misfit and Batgirl and says quietly "Misfit, why don't you explain the costume to Batgirl, all the bits and why you think they'll work. Do it one thing at a time, Misfit…" To Batgirl, Oracle nods in a kind of resigned way "When I caught up to her she was running around in the original Batgirl costume, calling herself Batgirl. No one is going to stop her going out, but maybe I can keep alive. So yes, to what we do…"

Lukes little demonstration receives a less than impressed look. "So… you decided to make the offer and then speak to me, because she sounded like she knew me." The redhead sits back and crosses her arms "Wouldn't it have been smarter… and potentially avoided this scene… to say 'Hey how about we both speak with Oracle and see what can be done?'"

***

"I'll let you three discuss leggings. I'm not trying to male gaze everything up. I'll do whatever design you decide on." Luke concedes, then takes a sip of his tea. "Alright, I probably could have handled it a little better. She just seemed so… legit. Next time I'll make absolutely sure I run it by you first, but I wasn't going to do -anything- without asking you, other than make that offer."

***

With the mask pulled partially up, it's easy to see Batgirl's frown as Oracle explains. The tilt of her head implies a glance to Misfit and then back to Oracle. "She's going… to get killed." Tact would not be one of Cassandra's strong points.

***

Misfit frowns "You haven't even seen me in a fight.. I'm really fast and stupid strong….I just dont have the best gear yet." she looks to Oracle and then to Batgirl "I'm really getting tired of people saying I am going to just get killed. I'm doing this, with or without help. If people are so damned worried I am going to die they should train me because I know I can do this. I've been doing this for weeks…" she sets her jaw and points "nightvision and thermal in the goggles, weights in the cape, reinforced knees, elbows, and boots.. and gloves for punching idiots." she is pretty scrawny and unimpresive despite her claims of being strong and fast, though Oracle knows better.

***

Luke gets a nod from Oracle "I'm sorry if it came across as a lecture… I hate that myself." she smiles ruefully. "And if you can fabricate it, it will make life so much easier."

Misfit gets a quick quelling look, that seems to say 'cool it' before Oracle turns her attention to Batgirl "Maybe… but definitely if I, and others, don't help her. You heard her, nothing is going to stop her and, with her abilities, she's damned hard to stop." the wheelchair bound woman grimaces "Like most of us, she's got motivation for doing it and it's riding her hard. So… let's assume, if you can, that we're trying to make her really hard to kill, what do you think of the costume?"

***

"With my fabric, the costume will be as light as any normal clothes, but pretty much as tough as kevlar, if not a little more." Luke explains as he watches Batgirl for a moment, then turns his attention to Oracle. "I could train her, Misfit. I mean, I'm still learning a lot of the bat stuff myself, but when it comes to fighting… I've been professionally training in that for half my life."

***

"Don't need… to see you fight. See you move." Batgirl says, still in that oddly flat monotone. She doesn't sound like she's mocking Misfit in any way, though it's hard to tell what motive or emotion might be behind the bare words.

Oracle's request has the darkly clad young woman looking back at the sketch. "Get rid.. of the… cape?" She seems to be grasping for the words. "And… skirt. Too easy… to… catch." It might be clear why she was so silent earlier. Speaking seems to be a lot more of an effort for her than any one else here. But her pronunciation is good at least. No discernable accent from anywhere else. "Something… to protect her head. Can take hits… other places. Head… is vulnerable."

***

Misfit seems mollified by Oracle words and then Batgirl at least playing along with Oracle's request. Charlie really is trying to listen to Oracle so she keeps quiet through it all. "I'm really worried about my head too… need to make sure they can't shoot me in the head or get lucky and knock me out. If they do that I may not be able to bounce and rcover." Interesting phrasing, confusing to most but probably interesting to Oracle." liked the cowl and cape before, but the cowl looks to much like ba… well like you." indicates Batgirl "Is there another way to do it.. maybe a hood.. or . maybe instead of a jacket a hoodie with hood…" she chews her lip intent on the sketches "Also.. everyone seems to have capes… why ditch the cape?" she isn't complaining she seems really sincere.

***

And that, right there, is why Oracle is so fond of Batgirl. Oracle does know how difficult it is for her, she still gets the job done.

Batgirl gets another smile from Oracle "That is great feedback. A cape could have snaps on it, so it's removable but I think Batgirls right, Misfit… that and the skirt aren't needed. You want this to be practical and not a fashion statement." Oracles' all business again.

Looking to Luke, she raises an eyebrow "What do you think about the head gear? We can discuss the training a bit later, but I have some ideas…."

***

While Oracle agreed with her, Batgirl still makes sure to answer the question that Misfit posed, while shaking her head at the idea of hoods. "Strong.. and fast.. doesn't replace skill. The cape… is a…" Now her lips purse as she searches for the word. "Danger? Risk?" There's the softest sight of frustration. A ripple of ineffectual movement, given that no one hear speaks her 'language'. "Penalty? Makes… fighting harder. You need… easier. Same… with the hood. Makes it… hard to see. What's around."

***

"Could always do the bulletproof headgear like old school Batgirl. Doesn't have to be a helmet, can just be protective fabric. A cowl but with the mouth exposed." Luke suggests before he stands up with his tea, heading to the kitchen. "Old school Batgirl, man, if I could meet her…" he states, sipping, and going hunting for sandwiches.

***

Misfit is definitely listening, she pulls a pencil out of her utility belt and makes some minor modifications, losing the cape but making a note about a future detachable snap cape potentiallly. Then she nixes the skirt carefully erasing it and making a note to thicken the leggings. Maybe she is listening because it is BATGIRL giving advice, oh irony. Still she is paying attention and not seeing to mind the speech difficulties at all. "Ok.. so .. well how would the cowl look without a cape.. but no hood got it.. I'm already having so much trouble with people sneakng up and hearing them…" she considers "how would the cowl look as a mask without the little bat earpoints… I mean I love the look batgirl use to have… no offense" a smile to Batgirl "I dont want to get yelled at again for looking to much like a bat by Nightwing or.. others" she isn't losing her Bat-M logo though. She sketches a cowl with the little earpoints in the same fabric reinfoced sort of style and color code as the rest and then one cowl/mask without the ears.

***

Oracle sits back and smiles. Batgirl gets a grateful nod. "How about, instead of fully designing the cowl now, we ask Batwing to do some samples up and you can try them out?" Lukes comment about meeting the old school Batgirl gets a small smile as well, but Oracle sips her tea and just nods.

***

"Well, your name is Misfit, why don't you just have one limp ear on the side?" Luke suggests as his head is buried in the fridge. "And if you really want a cape, I'll just do a fully retractable cape, like my glider wings. The cape could be bulletproof so that you could crouch down and use it as cover, then retract it into the shoulders of the suit when you need to fight up close. Sorry, hold on, gotta make a sandwich…"

***

"Oracle's… right. Go for… staying alive first. Then.. can add stuff for… um, looks." Batgirl gives Misfit a wan sort of smile that seems to hold so much more warmth and feeling than the flat words before reaching up to tug her mask back down into place and making her features unreadable once again.

***

Misfit stares at the pad then looks up at the kitchen, then over to Batgirl and smiles back. It is a pretty warm smile right back at her, then down to the paper "Staying alive is good." she pauses "If I can bounce I can shake off just about anything Oracle." she erases the other two cowls and does a new one with the left earpoint askew. She chews on the pencil and then modifies the snap points and makes a note about retractale cape and sturdier bullet proof cover feature, because that strikes her as somthing important. "Batwing is smart.. portable cover when there isn't gravestones but out of the way for fighting… and yeah lose the skirt… and heh the ear bit is cute but it also serves to protect me from being knocked out and not being able to bounce… " she leans back and stares at the sketch. "Cool…"

***

Smiling, sipping her tea… Oracle sits back and watches the team work. "Thanks Batgirl. And I'm glad you're happy with with it Misfit… I'll leave it with you and Luke to create, but keep me in the loop please. I don't want any surprises." Pausing, she looks over a Misfit again "We'll talk about weapons later… but for now, no more 'ebay' batarangs mmmm, or sourced from anywhere but me, for that matter."

Batgirl gets a considering look "Has Robin made contact with you yet, Batgirl? I saw him the other day and he wants to invite you to dinner on Christmas Eve… Nightwing will be there, I'm going too. I hope you can come." Flicking her eyes to Misfit, she frowns, considering something.

***

Batgirl gives one of those quizical tilts of her head and then she shakes her head. Presumably to the question of Robin having spoken to her. There's the slight duck of her head, as though she's pursing her lips in consideration. "Maybe. For… a little bit." Because sadly, not all of the bad guys are considerate about the holidays.

***

Charlie/Misfit is sketching a bit more, changing the boots a bit to make them more functional and less spiky, also more the same blue as parts of her outfit. Considering how Nightwing hedges around her it is ironic how cloe to his blue her blue is. "Do I need to give you my batarangs?" she sounds pained as she shuffles her papers and pulls another one out now. She puts it on top. "I was going to ask Batwing to fabricate these ones." they look like her chest logo, Bat-Ms or MisfitBats really. "Nightwing took one of my three he seemed disturbed I got it from ebay… but I need something to throw to disarm people." she looks up "I practiced them more than the grapple so far… oh" she indicates the grapple gun by the Miswings, it looks standard design "Id like to learn how to use one of these I keep seeing… I mean Im good with the rope and grapple and I could always bounce but these seem like a no brainer?" she is very purposefully ignoring the other conversation right now. Full on Charlie patented avoidance in dealing with potential trauma in favor of way more fun topics. "Or.. we can talk abuot it lter like you said…"

***

"It would be good if you could, Batgirl. Tim is really looking forward to it… Even for a short while, I know you all need to be out…" Oracle responds. Looking back to Charlie, she shakes her head "Hold on to those for now… but no more, understand? We'll get you kitted out properly very soon, as your training progresses." Tapping her fingers on her teacup, Oracle has noticed the young womans avoidance "If you like, Misfit, Tim and Rowan are coming to my Dads for Christmas lunch, would you like to come with us?"

***

Batgirl gives Oracle a nod, and then without any sort of goodbye or talk to you later, she starts over towards the window out of the clocktower. Breaktime's over. There's baddies to catch.

***

Misfit watches Batgirl go, she watches Batgirl very closely then looks back to Oracle "um.." she thinks really hard about that. Confronting the ugly reality that will be the first Christmas since… yeah. "I. " she tries again and then furrows her brow frowning "I think so…" like she really isn't sure how this is going to go down, she has been in total denial and avoidance, she almost always is as she throws herself into The Work.

***

Nodding to Batgirl as she goes, Oracle calls out "Take care Batgirl" knowing full well that's redundant and then looks to Misfit "I understand, Charlie" Oracle uses the young womans name this time. "It's up to you, but Rowans coming… maybe he'll give you a dragon ride again…" The redhead smiles "Just don't be calling him Falcor, hmmm?" Sitting back, Oracle watches the young woman.

***

Charlie looks down to her sketches and makes the boots a little more stompy now. "I think he likes it." she protest mildly and chews her lip. "I. think I want to.. I mean…" she inhales deeply and exhales "I don't even know what I mean…" she does sort of, she just can't even deal with talking about it. Good odds are she was and probably is going to end up pressing to go on patrol Christmas Eve just to not have to THINK about IT. She is pretty desperate to not think about it which is probably why she moves so fast and talks so much, afraid of silence really if one were to examine … why she behaves the way she does. Batkids god they all need medication and therapy.

Charlie is standing near one of the counters by the kitchen with a bunch of sketch papers set on it, and a half eaten muffin, and soda. She has her mask on.

***

Oracle nods at the young woman, a sad look on her face "He might like it, he's a nice guy… it's for lunch but if you'd rather go on patrol, I'll make sure you can contact me…. Make your mind up on the day if you like." The redhead takes a sip of her tea, watching the young woman carefully

***

There's a rather distinct 'neeeeeeeeee-owwwwwwwwww' sound as a… jetbike? flies by the windows of the clocktower followed very shortly by a large six winged dragon. Then, a minute later it flies by again, most definitely being chased.

***

Charlie nods "Think I want to…" but she will consider it, probably if she isn't beating the snot out of some mugger taking uot all her angst or balling in her room. Hey look a distraction. "Was that…." squints and walks towards the window. Then it happens again "I think falcor is trying o at somene…." she tries to get a clear look at what is going on.

***

Oracle moves to her screens and pulls up the video feeds from outside the Clocktower. The images show the dragon chasing something… the something just out of frame. "Want to go help him, Misfit?" She sighs "Of course Rowan doesn't have an Oracle communicator and I'm not going to ring him whilst he's in that form, chasing something" She frowns a little "Bouncing in onto him is not likely a good idea either…. How about we try and get the thing he's chasing, or at least slow it down a bit? The roof here could be a good point to start."

***

Outside a man in a set of what looks like high tech plate armor desperately jukes and jinks as Rowan chases him around the city skyline. Angry dragon is angry and he doesn't even realize they've wound up circling a track that takes them repeatedly past the Clocktower. What Oracle can't see is the fact that there are four other such bikes wrecked outside the city limits.

***

Charlie is already geared up, she leaves her sketches and nods "Right." and bounces >pinkurple> up to the roof so she can actually get a glimpse of whateve Rowan is chasing. "Okay that is totally awesome…. I want one of those Oracle!" she then bounces again >pinkurple> and well Oracle said not to bounce onto Rowan so she bounces onto a roof he is approaching "ROWAN CATCH THE KNIGHT" then she bounces >pinkurple> onto the bike behind the armored guy. "Pardon me Sir Knight I'd like to borrow ths.. the nice dragon shall catch ye hopefully." because well he is totally dressed like some kind of space knight right.

What Misfit does next is a something no one has seen her do before, she bounces >pinkurple> with the bike but leaves the Knight in the air in front of Rowan. She reappears with the bike outside of town near Lady B's and is scrambling to try to figure out how to brake it or fly it. It is easy to say no one knew she could teleport that much extra mass that easily. "Wooooooah… um… brake… brake were is the brake…"

***

Rowan does catch the knight. In his jaws. There's no time to tell if there was a crunch or not. Certainly he hasn't bit the guy in half but it's unclear if he's dead or alive. Oracle might recognize the figure now. One of the Nameless. Which means, alas, that the bike Misfit has just, erm, appropriated is controled by cybernetic interface and mind-tech. Manual breaks? Well they exist… good luck finding them.

***

Watching Misfit in action generally leaves Oracle facepalming or gaping, today… it does both "Oh good heavens." The redhead would swear, if she swore, as the knight is left in midair… but then Rowans caught them and Oracles attention turns to Misfit.

All Oracle has now is the video and audio feeds from Misfits comms unit and the Information Goddess is left shaking her head. Thinking quickly, back to the stories Rowan has shared, she speaks "Will the bike to stop. Just think 'stop' at it… do it Misfit."

***

Charlie holds on and focuses on the bike "STOP… stop…." she thinks Stop. Stoppo Stop itright now.. BRAKE… slow down "come on STOP" she is still well and able to bounce out after all if she can't get this thing to slow down. Or she can bounce it to buy herself more time. She seems be having fun though.

***

Charlie feels a pressure in her mind. Authorization code not recognized. Vehicle halting in three, two, one… The sudden loss of momentum from a couple hundred miles an hour to hovering midair is almost certain to be very, very jarring. Autodestruct sequence in progress.

Rowan meanwhile has landed on one of the clock faces, by which we mean, perched there with his claws digging into the masonry.

***

Oracle only sees the video feed from Misfits comms unit show her stopping abruptly. The cameras around the Clocktower show her the large dragon perched there. "Misfit, want to tell me what's happening" She hates interrupting them when they're in the field, but this is a little different to normal circumstances.

***

Misfit curses softly, the comm picks it up "It's going to blow up… I don't have the keys for it." she bounces >pinkurple> with the bike way out past Gotham Bay in the middle of the Atlantic actually, an easy hundred miles out to sea in a blink with the bike then bounce >pinkurple> and she is back safe in the clocktower sans bike looking at the monitors "Is Rowan okay? Did he catch the knight?…. where the heck are kights on jetbikes that talk to your mind coming from?"

***

The 'knight' is currently pinned to the side of the clocktower under one massive clawed dragony hand. He's having a very bad night. If indeed he's still alive. That's still not clear. Rowan himself… is on the west clock face. Hanging to the outside of the tower.

***

Pointing to the screens, Oracle indicates where Rowan is. "He's still in Dragon form, want to go give him a hand?" Thinking hard she adds quietly, "If Rowan wants to come in, he can… but he doesn't know me as Oracle, he knows me by another name, just be careful how you address me, ok?"

***

Misfit peers at the screen "Uh.. ok… not sure he wants to come in though he has a prisoner thee…" she points out the night. She bounces out though appearing on a ledge by Rowan's head "Hey there…. whats the plan?"

***

Rowan looks over. Well rather, a draconic head swings over in Charlie's direction. The man in his grasp is quite dead. But not by his own doing. He appears to have suffered some kind of… psychic trauma. "Mmmmmm. I was just figuring that out." He rumbles, realizing where he is finally. His form begins to shrinks and before long he's just a man… with four wings. (The body goes plummeting to the street below. Oops.)

***

Watching the body drop, Oracle sighs. "That will need to be taken care of… Misfit" Oracle speaks. "How's Rowan?"

***

Misfit looks down at the body then up to Rowan "He seems a bit… wreckless." she looks to the street below. "Ok.. you seem to have this." she bounces again out of sight "You can call him normal like if you want now Oracle he is human wiht pockets and stuff agan so he probably has his phone." she is back in her room at Lady B's thinkin about this Oracle as another person and christmas thuoghts "Ping me if theres more fighting or work. K?"

***

Rowan looks for (and finds) the window in and lets his wings dissipate into smoke. He knows this place, now that he knows what it is. "Babs?"

***

Babs is waiting for him… disabling the alarm on the window so he can enter. "Rowan… " she speaks quietly. "Are you ok?" the redhead pushes her hair back as she watches and waits.

***

Rowan nods. "The Nameless came through a portal near the edge of the city." He's a bit concerned. This is the first time he's seen them come through with equipment like hyper-bikes and that really doesn't bode well for anything.

***

"I saw the bike go past and then you. I was concerned." Babs turns towards the table and moves towards it "Come, sit with me… talk if it will help."

***

"It's just what they've been doing. I'm glad no one got hurt. Er… I don't think anyone got hurt." Except for the nameless themselves but they don't count in Rowan's mind for… obvious reasons. "How are you? I didn't mean to interrupt you."

***

Taking a place at the table, Babs gestures to the Blue Warrior "Come, sit… talk… you didn't really interrupt and I'm pleased to see you" In one piece, unharmed goes unsaid.

***

Rowan does come and sit down, smiling a bit. "For once I haven't brought you any tea." He chuckles. "Sorry. I'll bring extra next time." Teasing a bit, but it was just sort of a fight outside her house so he's trying to lighten things up.

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