@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough from this starter call (for Sherry)
Steph would say ‘us girls have to stick together’. She would say ‘girl power’ and ‘girls look out for one another’. It was with this in mind that, when Cass found the other young woman struggling in a Gotham alley, her body screaming don’t touch me, get away, not safe, stay away—a ‘panic attack’, Bruce had called Cass’ similar episodes—she stopped.
Steph would understand, when Cass explained why she was late to meet with her.
She gave the girl space, stood at the mouth of the alley like a guard dog instead of crowding her, daring anyone to try to get close or even look at the girl funny. No one would try to take advantage of this moment of weakness—no, not weakness, vulnerability, there was a difference—without regretting it. Cass stood guard, and she waited, and she kept an eye on the girl. And when her breathing began to even out, when she stopped saying stay away so loudly, Cass slowly approached. Made sure her steps were heard, said friend, not a threat with her body.
Crouching in front of her (sitting on the ground here was gross, but she couldn’t blame the girl for it), Cass tilted her head to the side. Tried not to look like she was watching her as closely as she was. “Are you…okay? I can…call someone?”
Gylfie was not one to interrupt someone else's mission. It had been her own livelihood at one point in time, after all, and as much as she wished she didn't, she had come to care for Catalina. More than, mayhap, she should. The last thing she wanted was to blow her cover and ruin her mission, but...
She was unmoved even as Catalina cupped her cheek, although her heart did skip a beat, and remained still. Her eyes narrowed. Her gaze unwavering. "Aye," she said quietly, "I understand better than most. However-" She lifted a hand and pressed the back of her wrist against Catalina's inner wrist to push away her hand. She didn't grab it - she never grabbed someone else if she could avoid it. "I do not stand idly by when those I love are threatened. You can have your mission, I have no desire to take that away, but I will ask you only once: leave Gabranth and Ashelia out of it."
With a smile that didn't reach her eyes, Gylife then leaned in close as if to whisper nothing more than gossip. "'Tis not wise to test the patience of a Judge," she murmured into her ear. "Nor the temper of a Magister. Rest assured, Gabranth will always be a step ahead of you, my dear. 'Tis best to tread carefully, now." She pulled away to study Catalina for a moment more - and tilted her head. Oh, how tempted was she to remain. To continue to press Catalina in an attempt to get her to at least understand what it was she was getting herself into, but she was testing her luck as it was. Catalina had a mission, and she knew better not to interfere.
"You are smarter than this, no?" she asked with coy smile. A glitter in her gaze that was more a threat than amusement. A hound even still without the Empire keeping her chained. "Mayhap I will see you again, if you decide to mind yourself."
@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough (Ailani) sent: ❛ i wish it was easy but it isn’t so. ❜
{Rarely is.} Eight lifted their head when Ailani spoke with a low whine and stared at her. Slolwly, they pushed themselves to stand on all fours - the only way they could stand, as the chains bounds to their front legs were shortened to prevent them from standing fully upright on their hind legs - and reached out their neck. Dropping their head as they tried to reach to her to nudge her with their snout. {They never make it easy. They will do everything they can to keep control.}
No, they had little hope they would ever be able to escape. If they could get out of their chains, their cage, then, maybe, they could cause enough of a distraction for Ailani to escape, but... {Do not exhaust yourself. Not worth drawing their suspicion.} They gave themselves a shake, and began to move around. In a circle, really, as that was about as much movement they could make without yanking at their bonds, but they needed to move. To do something as they clicked their teeth together. {If you stay close, I could protect you from him.} But that was not a solution, was it? {Focus on getting yourself out.}
“I don't - ” He didn't know if he could, honestly didn't know if he should. Traveling between universes was dangerous even when you prepared for it, which was evident by the fact that he was here when he had been trying to get to Peter 2's world. But she had helped him and now she was asking for his help, he couldn't just say no when someone asked him for help.
“I can't promise it'll be safe, it's not like I was trying to get here and I don't have a suit for you. I might be able to come up with one, but it'd take time and we would have to find the equipment for it.” That was the main issue, finding the materials. Maybe if they could get to Houston they could find what they needed at NASA's headquarters? He didn't know if Stark Industries even existed in this world.
Getting caught by the GIW hadn't really been the plan, but then again going in to try and free the ghosts and liminals had been a risk and he knew that. He wasn't sure how long was even safe for him to stay in ghost form, so the fact that he had been in the form for nearly 3 days? A little concerning. But the fact of the matter was that he could not let them see his human form, and hopefully Damian would realize he had done something stupid and put the pieces together and find him.
As it was he was pretty sure that his new apparent roommate was a test for both of them, apparently she was a human who could see ghosts even outside of ecto dense places. They probably wanted to see how far those powers went, and see how he would react to having a human in tune with ghosts in here with him would make him react. Maybe having someone else to work with could help him get out before The Bat's could get involved. "So... I'm Phantom, you got a name lady?"
@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough (young Sherry) sent: “Wait, are you… an actual dinosaur? That’s so cool!”
Although Eight had heard the light sound of approaching footsteps, they didn't bother to lift their head to see who it was. They had no interest, and it was a small form of rebellion against the ones who now kept them locked away. But... the sound was softer than usual, and when they caught their scent, they didn't recognize--
They opened their eyes at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, and lifted their head - tilting it as they stared at the young girl. She... smelled like one of the Birkins, but they didn't recognize her otherwise. Was she their child, or...? With a low rumble, Eight stretched out their neck as they sniffed her again, but didn't move from their spot. Rather content to remain lying down.
{In a way,} they said, their voice crackling from the electrolarynx as they stared at her. They knew they were not a true dinosaur, but their DNA contained enough genetic material from various dinosaur species they figured they could be called one and get away with it. {I don't recognize you. Who are you?}