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< OCCUPATION: INFORMATION BROKER;SELF PROCLAIMED"GOTHAMS FAVORITE"
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< HEIGHT: 5'3
< PERSONALITY: Sarcastic, cold. Works for money, not fun, but finds the fun in it anyway. They play with their food.
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OOC INFORMATION
A revamp of @seam-queen, which will remain online and up but not active. All lore and interactions are still canon, just being moved over to this blog! The only parts publically known besides personal interactions would be the general information post.
This blog will have mentions of trafficking, blood, general bodily harm, etc. There will be TW's for anything specific.
No NSFW (Mun & Seams both ace), romance and flirting accepted. Starters can be sent through asks or @'s. DMs are open!
Harsh MDNI
Ran by @growing-ivyy (they/them - 20)
DC OC Blog [Side]: @cece-honeycomb
DC OC Blog [Side]: @eloise-pompom
DC OC Blog [Side]: @ant-pomegranate
DC CC Blog [Side]: @ratcatcher-duas
DC Business Blog 1: @gotham-city-animal-shelter
DC Business Blog 2: @gotham-city-health-department
It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.
Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.
It was likely why Seams wasn't keeping as close an ear or eye out for being followed. Usually the broker was more on top of guarding themselves, but tonight; they were wrecked. All they could hear right now was their own heartbeat and breath.
There was the gentlest flutter of feathers as someone or something stalked through the night .
Hunting , Waiting paitently for its prey. It observed seams from above . A single owl feather falling in front of seams's eyeline.
It watched from above hidden by shadows. It was deathly silent from where it sat . Talons retracted.... Peaceful . Tonight was a night to watch , hunt , eat, It had lost its purpose after the court had lost contact with it
Seams paused to stare at the owl feather. The first thing that popped into their head at the sight was a strong desire to ignore anything else out of the ordinary right now. Their hands were shaking too much for that.
They were well aware of the Court; it was a part of their job after all, and this was not something they felt like they should be involved with. They were not in the mood.
If something wanted them dead right now, it probably would’ve done it already, they had half a mind to guess. So Seams kept on their path, trudging past the lone feather.
Seams laughed, of all things. They took the job seriously—just not themselves. Life was too short for such a thing. “I don’t make mistakes like that, I don’t got the time for it. Not just here on any ol’ whim.”
“But I do like this offer. I’ve needed somethin’ to do besides my usual. Pretty nice addition to my list, y’know? Fun little challenge.”
They chimed fingers twitching at their hip. Not purposely, just a tremor. “I am tryin’ to play nice here.”
>. "Good. Because let me give you a friendly little piece of advice, informant to informant...--- "
In a near-triumphant manner, her body leaned forward with gloved hands curled into the nook of her waist. Physically reaching out to her without actually coming too close for personal boundaries.
"Playing nice never got anyone anywhere. Take and take until you feel too ashamed to take more -- and then take a little bit more."
She stepped back just enough to allow the other to breathe, though her hidden eyes remained locked on hers. The masked visage underneath the printed one curled into a mischievous smile.
"-----;; Anyway. I'll be most excited to see what you find out. Oh, before I forget...We should probably share contact information before we part. What's your preferred method? Text? Online chatroom? Morse code?"
With a suave motion, Bianca produced her phone from her pocket on the inner lining of her fur-trimmed jacket. Waiting for Seam's confirmation.<
They didn't waver beneath the others intimidation, an amused glint briefly flashing over their shadowed eyes. "You're right. Playing nice never got anyone anywhere. But I make an effort anyway."
The broker shrugged offhandedly, one hand reaching into a pocket to pull out their phone.
Seams' head tilted briefly, from one side to the other. "I'm also excited. I find phone easiest for most of my deals, how's that?"
Subject/Major: GED (alt. answer being computer sciences)
Gemstone/Mineral: Pyrite
Makeup Product: Eyeshadow
Candy: Starbursts (but only the orange ones)
Fear: Kidnapping
Method of long distance travel: Public transportation
Art style: Grit/No wave
Historical Period: Late 90’s early 2000’s (YES its historical now)
Wood: Spalted maple, streaked and not uniform but still quite pretty looking.
Mythological Creature: Fae
Celestial Body: Dwarf planet, but specifically Pluto. Let him back in with the crew :(
Romcom Archetype: The best friend (who stalks the love interest for the protagonist but has a long-standing unrequited love for the protagonist that remains unnoticed)
Seams likes dogs; Seams does not like people who are lesser than dogs. Their mercy only goes so far. (TW tagged)
Seams had a lot of things that they did during their time—computer work, sleuthing, hacking, running around in the name of 'business deals', but one thing never quite topped that which they weren't known for quite as well.
As it turns out, Seams had an uncanny ability to pry information out of anyone. Maybe it was the pressure, or their way with words, but Seams got what they wanted, as they would say. That's how Seams was now, tucked off in a warehouse in the Southeast side of Gotham.
They would usually describe men like the one in front of them like dogs, but that would negatively reflect on dogs as a species. Seams quite liked dogs.
The guy was dumb enough to walk right into this. Sure, Seams angled it in a way that it looked like a business deal. He didn't know what he was walking into--most people would be unhappy with the situation. The man- Ray Sutton. He knew of some things that Seams just couldn't seem to narrow down to a point. He couldn't see anything for now, but Seams saw the way he stirred in his seat. Wrists bound behind the back of the chair, one leg tied to its associated leg of the chair, Ray was trapped and beginning to realize it.
Seams pulled the cover off his eyes, leaning down. They were shorter than the average person, but they still had to appear imposing. The attire helped. "Hello, Ray. Welcome back." They coolly hummed, letting the fabric drop from their hands. "You've got some options here, if y' wanna hear them, hm? Nod, don't speak."
He obliged surprisingly, nodding. Options were good.
"Y' can tell me everything y' know-- I know I don't need to be tellin' you specifics, 'cause I want everything. In return, you get outta here fast. If y' don't tell me, you're not gettin' out anytime soon." They laid it out nice and pretty, wandering in front of him back and forth. "And I wouldn't be leavin' ya here, no, no, I'd make sure it's fun for y'. Keep y' entertained? Or we can scratch all that, you just gotta talk and you can go right home after. Be glad you have options, most don't."
Seams stopped right in front of him, dropping down to one knee. Lower than his eyes. "So? What will we have?"
He blinked, stuttering out a reply: “W-what? Seriously?” Most others in this situation wouldn’t have options. Options were luxury in this aspect of the business.
He knew what he’d be taking.
The guy talked, originally not much until it was drawn out of him like it was just another night of chatting over a couple of drinks. Poked and prodded at until it all came out—that’s how Seams excelled, especially with a recorder off to the side for details they knew they wouldn’t remember. Even then, choices weren’t always given at the end of the night. They lied. The guy had no chance of just getting out after everything he told them. They made it easy.
The body was left in the warehouse with a single shot through the crest of the neck. Painless, almost immediate. Seams cared that much, and this was better for him than the manhunt that would occur after.
Seams might have felt bad. They did feel bad—he was still a person. But it was Seams, and they weren’t supposed to care. Shouldn’t. So they pushed that down for later.
Seams has a lot of issues; ones they wont speak about, but deal with nonetheless. Just a piece out one of their less than good days.
It was another day, one of those rare ones where Seams could barely bother to get out of bed. Sometimes, when they woke up, all they could feel was the fogginess that sometimes clouded their mind when they'd consistently overdone it for a few too many days.
Other times, it was the sharp feeling that every inch of their body was burning from the inside out.
It wasn't; not really, but it may have well been. Seams' nerves were always finicky; sometimes, most often their fingers, they either felt numb and full of pins and needles, or a radiating pain that shot up their hands. They still worked then, learned to ignore it since the physical reaction to something that consistent had been snuffed out long ago.
The hands were one thing, but their whole body? They were lucky to have a well-stocked feeder for the cats, and rats that like to hoard their food for later. Days like those they spent curled up- which felt awfully familiar and they hated it, doing only enough to tell their day-job staff that they wouldn't be in, not to worry, they'd be back in a day or two, it was just another cold.
They were tired of it, spending a day or two only moving to check their phone screen every so often. It wasn't usual for anyone to go out of their way to check on the criminal, but they always looked out in case it was an emergency. Something that needed them to get up, whether their body liked it or not.
Or just a simple text checking in, that was usually nice too. That at least felt normal. A bit more domestic, they’d put it, even when those messages weren't all that common either.
It was a waiting game, they knew that, but how it always felt like it was longer and longer each time, even with shorter bouts.
"We're pretty similar. I save everything, but I prefer some kinda... physical media. USB's, hard drives, that deal. Can't be accessed unless ya got it."
"But- who says I haven't looked you up already? I take my job pretty serious, I don't go into nothin' blind." Seams piped, tilting their head in the opposite direction now. Their voice let out the sound of a smile lingering beneath the mask. Even modulated, they carried a distinct crime-alley accent slipping by.
The broker's stance swayed, while one leg had some give, the other was pin-straight and stiff. "Everybody gets a little deep-dive, there's not a lot safe from me. Makes me like the odds of this bet you got, yea?"
Seams was somewhat... snarky, maybe even too confident for their own good. They were incredibly self-assured when it came down to it, which might just be their greatest fault.
>. "If you had me pinned down already, you would've known it was a m i s t a k e approaching me in the first place."
As much as Seams was able to dish it out, Binary could serve it right back at her. It was the battle of the egos on full display -- and she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her feel a little giddy knowing she could prove herself just as dangerous as she claimed to be.
"I mean...If you're too chicken to go at it real deep, all you gotta do is say so. I'll respect that --. "
Sarcasm at its best, but this time she wasn't sure if it was her love language or not. It remained to be seen how Seams could unravel the threads she had desperately sown together.
"You have an offer. Feel free to take it or leave it."
Seams laughed, of all things. They took the job seriously—just not themselves. Life was too short for such a thing. “I don’t make mistakes like that, I don’t got the time for it. Not just here on any ol’ whim.”
“But I do like this offer. I’ve needed somethin’ to do besides my usual. Pretty nice addition to my list, y’know? Fun little challenge.”
They chimed fingers twitching at their hip. Not purposely, just a tremor. “I am tryin’ to play nice here.”
Seams has regrets. A lot of them, but this one stuck out. They can't get it out of their head.
Seams had stared for a long while at their computer screen. On the screen were various social media sites with accounts that should have been dormant like shrines for the recently deceased. Those people were dead, why did they continue to make new posts?
And they remembered. Sometimes, they could access things from other worlds. They pop up whether Seams liked it or not, usually about something on their mind, and more often than not they'd just file it away and sort it separately from the things they knew were true here and now--annoying as it was. This was different though. They could see how they affected things.
In other worlds, they were still alive.
They killed them. Maybe Seams wasn't the one holding the knife, or the rope, or whatever was used, but it was still them. They died, Seams was to blame. That's what the grieving families and the cops thought, with their name left mentioned by them all. All Seams had wanted was to get back at some kids for what they did to them, but what is considered too far?
A couple teenagers mugged Seams and stole their leg, leaving them stranded. Of course they'd want to have a bit of petty revenge, who wouldn't? If they had just thought a bit more, a bit longer, all this could've been avoided. They could be so stupid sometimes. They weren't bad people, maybe a bit misguided like many of the Gotham youth, they never deserved this. Even if Seams knew they had done worse to worse people, the outcome had never been planned.
They didn't anticipate the silent, crushing guilt that felt like bricks stacked up on their shoulders. It would be selfish of them to dump their issues onto others. Yet here Seams was, left with the reminder of what they did and how their actions affects things.
Seams deserved this, did they not? The weight would be left an unshared and unshed penance. The accounts were another reminder they was left to watch. They had to watch them grow now, to see what they do with their lives even when they have been snuffed out in Seams' world.
Those kids would have have been alive if it weren't for Seams. They'd taken everything from them and dared to pity themselves.
They turned off the monitor for once. It was all too much.
In which Seams is doing their job. So what if their methods were odd? Not everyone would go out of their way to help those beneath them. Seams was benevolent, not that bad... right?
Someone had been tailing the man for some time now. He knew it, they knew it, and both knew that a chat was inevitable. He'd been taking an odd route just to lose the vigilante. They just kept picking back up behind him.
Eventually, he turned back once they reached the south of the city, towards the docks. The spot of light he'd stopped in was thin, leaving the other mostly obscured still. It was far from his home, which was more in the north-east, but that was fine by him. He didn't have much to go back to now anyway. "What do you want?" The man spat out. He wasn't a very charming-looking guy by any means, but Seams could see whatever his wife saw in him. It's a shame that he had limited employment options available with his skill set. "Cash? That's all I got."
Seams stepped into the light. They were shorter with their head canted down, yet he could feel their eyes looking up at him behind the mask they wore, a sharp teal glint behind it. "Oh, come on, Jeremy, you think I would be following you for cash? I'm offended." They crossed their arms, gauging the way he-Jeremy, carried himself. They knew all about him, how he worked, what he loved, but it was the first time they were meeting him in person. Not stalkerish behavior at all! - At least, that's what Seams told themselves, and shouted about whenever they were called a stalker. Either way, they added on the question, "Jeremy, what do you think I'm here for? 'Cause I know you know."
"How- what- the fuck? I got no clue what you want, kid." Jeremy sputtered. He didn't know this person, and there was no way in hell it could be the person he thought of. But nobody else would have the audacity to saunter up to anybody wearing clothes like that-or that mask-he'd heard of it. He could see why all his buddies would get freaked out whenever that one vigilante popped up.
"Really now? Don't be coy. Your wife would hate that. She left you, didn't she? Just this last week, if I remember right. No note, no nothin'. Not even a number for you to call! Such a shame, really, you two are a cute pair." They waved their hand with a flick of their wrist, rambling on. "Don't you want to find her? Get her back? Because I could help you if you helped me. A trade is only fair after all."
"You-what? You don't know me. And I got nothin' for you." He muttered in response. He was tense. What got him into this? His job that barely pays him enough as is? That had to have been why Laura left him, wasn't it? The only reason he had to get the job in the first place. Without her, there was no reason.
Seams had to lay it down thick, then. "Jerry- I can call you that, right? Anyway, right, Jerry. Your wife left you, and I can help you out. All I need you to do is tell me everything you know about your job. Everything. Because whether you tell me or not, they're gonna dispose of you, and I'm your only way out of that.''
Jeremy's brows furrowed at the words, "Did you- did you do something? What did you do?" - "Did you hurt her? Are you the reason she's gone?" The man growled, stepping forward. There was a fire in his eyes now.
This was good. Seams liked this. "Me. Never! I'd never hurt an innocent lady like her. She was nice, really. Is nice, no past tense. But if you want the story, I had her leave, yes. She is waiting for you. She needed to get out of the city because your lovely employer will go after you soon. I'm paid to tell them who their moles are, and you know you're one of them, right? Now I don't know everything you know, but if you tell me, I will help you escape and get them off your trail." Seams had this ability to spin a whole plan into something that looked like a favor. They were cunning, yet benevolent. Their favors were useful, but always at a cost. And in this case, that cost was extensive information.
The man stared while he digested the information. He could see his wife? It had been a week of hell, without her. He'd never realized how much he relied on her. He'd always thought she was a nuisance, a nag, and that his shitty job was only to keep her happy. But she'd dealt with all the finances and housework while he brought in the money, even if it was sparse. And she always figured out how to make it work. "Fine. I'll tell you what you want."
"Amazing!" Seams happily chirped, an odd sound with their modulated voice. On cue, they pulled out a recorder from their pocket and clicked a button. "Now I want everything, Jerry. If you leave out even a bit of information, I'll learn about it. And I will hold that against you, understood?"
Jeremy nodded, and he began speaking into the recorder. There were important names, dates, locations, everything Seams dreamed of. There was a lot of rambling, too, and some prodding from the masked one, but that was nothing if he got to be with his wife again.
They stood there for what felt like an eternity, Seams glancing around every so often. No one was watching, nobody knew. But they had a job, so somebody would know soon. Seams reported moles, and this one just so happened to be the perfect one to help out. Others weren't so lucky, but they simply weren't so useful. Jerry was useful.
"Alright, I have enough." Seams said after a bit. "Pack your bags, go west. She'll call you and tell you where to go when I tell her to. I'll keep them off you and tell them I dealt with you personally. Which I guess I did, so I'm not lyin'."
Jeremy stiffened, locking his jaw into place. This had not been how he expected his night to go, and he felt he had given in too easily, but what else was a man supposed to do? To not see his wife, wondering what had happened to her or why she left? He felt better like this, knowing it was some sort of plan. "...Thank you." Why did he say thank you? Were they even helping him that much?
"You're welcome. Good luck." They said, turning away with a spin of their heel. They had done their part, which was most of it, and all he had to do was leave. If he did that, he'd be alright.
And the man left, Seams got what they wanted. All it took was a family being temporarily broken up. The cost wasn't that bad this time. He was the one to get lucky, but that still left the other less useful folk Seams left to be dealt with by others. They couldn't- wouldn't, think about that as much. They just had a job to do, and they always delivered.
