cape_kore | Cassandra Cain | 001

[The first thing visible when the feed clicks on is... an eyebrow. Well, two actually. Two eyebrows that are drawn together with a look of confusion. Clearly, someone isn't the best at tech-like things.]

Is- working? [Here have some button pressing and nope, that just turned off the video. The audio is still working though, picking up the sounds of Cass pushing more buttons and muttering quietly before it snaps back on. This time, she grins and her face is framed better, the comm held out to show she's still in her Batgirl costume, she's just taken off the cowl and her gloves.]

Oracle? Are... you here? In weird place. Lots of cameras, so... you must be here.

[With a frown, she rubs at the back of her neck. Maybe she should talk to the general population, figure things out...]

Um, I'm Batgirl. [Wait, pause a second. Maybe the actual name would be a good thing to go by? It's not like she's ever been careful with her identity in the past so why start now?] Cassandra. New here. Found big house, no one's here. Gonna... stay.

Well, in house. Will take walks. Could use... tour? Information.

... That's all.

[Yep. She sucks at communicating in like every sense, sorry. The feed cuts off completely this time, but Cass can be found on the porch of house 17 if anyone feels like coming to see the new kid in person.]

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Gotcha. [Seventeen it is. He pushes off the couch and heads for the door. Girl wants a tour, she'll get one.] Most people just call me Ghoul. Guess you could say I earned it... but it wasn't given. I chose it.

[He's got a mask, if that helps.]

Get called... Batghoul, sometimes.

[You know, because she's creepy. Is that a little bit of a smile, know that she knows there are other people out there with a name close to her nickname? Maybe.]

Have you been... here, long?

[That gets a laugh out of him,] Shit, really? Guess we were meant to be friends then, huh?

[Because in a place like this, the thing you need the most is friends. And she's just a girl. Cool name aside. He might just be missing his own Little Girl.] Mmm. Couple weeks, I guess. Stopped keeping track around the time we started seeing shit that wasn't there. Not exactly sure what this place is, but I'm pretty sure we're not going anywhere for a while.

[She nods and her smile grows a little bit more. Barbara was always saying she needed more friends. Also sunlight. She's doing her best on that first one at least.]

My friend Steph, called me it.

[Okay that whole seeing things part is not something that sounds good, but at least it sounds like it's over?]

Seems like... weird place, to keep captives. Why not... cells, pits? Town is... weird choice.

Your friend Steph has good taste.

[Wow. Okay. Lady knows her prisons. And yet, Ghoul's still walking.] No argument there. It's weird as hell. Pretty sure it's got somethin' to do with science. Hang on a sec.

[He's just gonna jog the rest of the way there. Hopefully the warm smile counters the effect of the scars on his face. Can't do a thing about the rest of him. He stops about five feet away, giving her a timid wave. Don't want to invade her space and freak her out.]

She did. She's dead now.

[Dead people don't really have taste. God, she misses Steph.

When he arrives and smiles, she just smiles back. Scars are scars, she has them all over her too, even if they are covered up by her suit, mostly on her back and scattered down her legs and arms. He waves, so she waves too.]

Hi. Should I call... Fun? Or Ghoul? Or... whole thing?

[Shit. Nice going, Ghoul. Not like he's a stranger to dead friends, but bringing it up is a shitty move and he feels like a total dick.]

Whatever you want, babydoll. Ghoul's fine. [He closes the distance and sits down on the porch, next to her. Getting a better look at that outfit, his smile returns.] So what are you, a hero or somethin'?

[Babydoll. She's threatened to rip out spines for comments like that, but... well, he's not Marquis. Maybe she should get established here before she goes making promises like that.]

Haven't you... heard of Batman? Work with him.

Batman? Can't say I have. Makes sense you two would be a team, though. Got a theme going, huh? I'm guessin' this isn't just a playtime thing an' you're serious about this shit. The Kid plays around, but you're too serious about it. He runs with a towel tied around his neck for fuck sake--

[Which means she can probably take care of herself, but she shouldn't have to. Guy's got a soft spot, what can he say?] What d'you wanna know about this place?

No. Not a game. Protecting Gotham is... my life. Guess... it's protecting here, now.

[She sees it, that he cares about her already. It's sweet, surprisingly fast. She's used to scaring people away.]

What do... you know?

[He nods. Good kid. Dammit, he doesn't stand a chance.]

About as much as the next guy. We're stuck here. No idea how we got here. The place looks like it's run by scientists and they really don't give a shit about our status. Us against them. You ready to fight?

Always ready... to fight.

[Her grin as she says it is almost predatory and entirely cocky, because she's always ready to fight and she doubts there's anything here that could beat her.

She holds her arm out to him, hand balled up into a fist.]

Will be good team.

[Uh... well... alright. Can't let a fist go un-bumped. That's just a douche move right there. Even with that predatory grin...

Fistbump.]

Fuck yeah! Hell of a good team. Wanna go have a look around?

Yes.

[She gets up, then offers him her hand to help him up.]

Seems like, will be short look. Small town.

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