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exsiliumlogs2013-04-19 07:11 pm
5055034455) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-19 07:11 pm
[open] funny how fast things change
Date & Time: April 18, morning/afternoon
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.
[Early morning finds Saul, surprisingly enough, in the Hold.
He doesn't like this place.
Then again, that can be said about this whole place, not just the Hold.
Anyway, there he is, down in one of the training rooms with his weapon and a box of cartridges that look just like the ones his weapon is meant to use but aren't quite. They're not electrified, these cartridges — he doesn't see the point in firing those at a training dummy. It'd be a waste.
And because someone made the mistake of telling him this thing is supposed to be sentient, he's talking to it.
The dummy he's been firing at has few cartridges sticking out of its torso. The rest? Stuck to the wall behind it.]
Come on, you piece of junk. Be sentient, or whatever. Aim yourself. God damn —
[He aims, fires off another round. This one winds up jammed at an awkward angle in the floor.]
Son of a bitch!
[Here's the thing: he doesn't know how to fire a gun like this. He also started the day off mad — actually, he hasn't stopped being mad since he talked to Lisbeth — and he's just getting madder. Mad enough that he almost flings his weapon across the room, but stops himself before he lets go, so all he really manages to do is tweak a muscle in his arm.]*
[Luckily, being angry takes a lot of energy, so by the time he finishes off the box of rounds and changes into a suit (a suit that's in dire need of tailoring and a splash or two of color, but beggars can't be choosers) for his field trip to the police station, he's much more subdued.
Still mad, though.
He has no idea what he's going to come up against, once he gets there. What he'll find out, what will change as a consequence of him finding out, yadda yadda, blah blah, shit sucks. And while it's true that he wanted the chance to do his job again, he wasn't really hoping for this.
After pacing on the steps of the station for a solid three minutes full of fidgeting with his briefcase and tie, he passes through the door and assumes as cool an exterior as any, then strides up to the front desk.
And smiles.]
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[Something else he could whine about: I have to go out of my way?
He never used to be this unmotivated, we swear. Kidnapping will do that to a guy.]
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[She is probably still joking around???]
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But you're Batgirl. Even if I were a supervillain, wouldn't you be able to kick my ass up and down the street anyway? What does having your number have to do with anything?
[There's a pause, followed by a smile.]
Unless you think I'm a supervillain who likes to make prank phone calls, in which case — [He holds his hands up.] You caught me.
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Instead, she shrugs, giving a brief smile for the joke before the expression twists into something more wry.]
You could use it to see who I talk to most, see if I care about them based on how we talk to each other, and since most of us live in the same building it isn't hard to track people down...
[She's just going to trail off and let him fill in the blanks.]
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His smile remains, but now it's less amused. There might be some admiration behind it. Maybe.]
Good answer. The thing is, though, I have no idea how to prove I'm not a supervillain. Anyone could be — you can't know for sure. I mean, I could say the same thing. Why should I trust you?
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[It's as simple as that, really. Why should he trust someone he just met?]
It'd be different, back home, 'cause you don't wear the Bat if you're not one of the good guys. [There's the clear implication that if anyone tried, it wouldn't go well for them.] But it doesn't mean anything here.
[She manages to keep her tone even at that, which is a bit of a challenge when she desperately misses having the symbol mean something. She was just getting used to people taking Batgirl seriously, and here it feels like being Spoiler again.
She's trying not to dwell.]
So you don't have any reason to trust me, and you can't prove to me you're not a supervillain. We just have to make that decision for ourselves.
[Trusting people, sharing secrets, all that stuff.
Maybe she's thinking on this a little more, with the trip looming.]
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He might as well go back to being a McGill, at this point.
What really gets him, though, is that while he's not a supervillain, he's not exactly a good guy, either. Maybe what Steph is saying has him thinking a little too much about that classification system.
Maybe he's taking this a little too personally.]
I guess the symbol still means something to me. Or maybe I'm just, you know, feeling a little desperate. I had a team of people I could rely on back home. [The word choice there is very deliberate — rely on, not trust. He doesn't really trust anyone, as a general rule. He shrugs a shoulder.] The only person I have here is Jesse, and that's... I know I said it's complicated, but it's more of a mess than that. I wouldn't ask him for anything.
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I get it. [About having a team, she misses having Babs and Proxy as back up, misses Kara being a word away, even misses Damian, which is.... weird.] And I don't think it's desperate; it's a hell of a thing to adjust to this whole thing. It makes sense to want to have something to rely on.
[Maybe that's why she'd gotten so hopeful about meeting Batwoman, but despite the meeting itself going alright, it wasn't what she needed.]
I won't let you down. Despite everything I just said about trust.
[If he wants to rely on her. If he wants the symbol to mean something, despite not being from her world.]
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I'll take my chances and believe that.
[He offers his hand again.]
And I'll try to prove I'm not a bad guy.
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A chalk outline, apparently,
But she swallows it down, shakes his hand with a smile.]
You're doing alright so far. [At not being a bad guy, and she stands, letting her cape fall around her shoulders before sort of - looking around.] Usually this is where I'd say something vaguely mysterious and disappear into the shadows, but... [vague hand wave at the fact they're in the middle of the well lit training facilities.
No, you know what, in the interest of ignoring this weird mood she's fallen into, she's going to give a cheeky grin]
Good luck at the police station.
[And excuse her while she shoots her grapple line at the roof, hits the button to haul herself up, and disappears into the shadows there.
Nailed it.]
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Yeah, she totally did.
Saul stares after her, then starts chuckling and dramatically shouts toward the darkness:] Thank you, Batgirl!
[And the chuckling soon turns into full laughter, because he can't believe he just said that and meant it.]