1084. The OC Random Scenario Meme

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THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) RANDOM SCENARIO MEMEThis is something the mods have been working on. If you post to this meme it is understood that you are not only okay with playing with OC's, but you are specifically looking for this interaction. Please read the instructions, this meme has been heavily edited and adapted

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Ivy Weaver| Batman/ DC Comics OC | Open

[blindingtrust]

((Be prepared for slow-tagging. Vacation coming up.))

Action- Interrogation

Ivy slams a hand onto the table in front of her. She is in a police interrogation room and pulling off her scary blind lawyer look very well.

"Tell me what the hell you were thinking. You were found standing over the body. The police tell me they have a very strong case against you.... I can be reasonable."

She moves away pacing like a caged tiger.

"Talk to me," the Assistant District Attorney demands sounding very grave.

Angst-- Injury

The gun shot goes off. The sound is utterly deaafening and Ivy is slumped back. There's something warm on her jacket and all she can really feel is hot white pain. It shoots through her and she hears shouting but it seems all so distant now.

At least she got in the way. The kid is safe.

Fuck this hurts.

Fluff- Flirtation

They're having lunch and Ivy is in high spirits. The wine is good and the company is excellent. She really gets along with the person who joined her and she smiles brightly in their direction.

"We really must do this more often. You're just..... Just amazing, you know."

Action- Interrogation (I hope this works for you.)

[worthy]

It was out of respect for the Midgardian authorities that he allowed them to remove him from the crime scene - as they'd call it - without a fight. He hasn't spoken since they brought him in.

Thor is in plain clothes, somewhat bloodied, though none of the blood is his own. As the police possibly discovered, he doesn't carry identification. He does have a very limited issue Stark Industries phone, with no saved contacts or pictures, and he's had several missed calls since he's been in custody. His ringtone is predictably set to 'Thunderstruck', which says more about someone else's sense of humor than his own.

He doesn't startle when she slams her hand against the table. He leans back in his chair, and it creaks under his considerable weight. She's sightless, he knows, but in this moment he's more aware of her forceful bearing.

The Nine Realms have peace under Asgard's greater power, but not all happily. Thor was raised with the knowledge of his value to potential enemies, and was taught better than to respond to interrogation. He prefers to be forthright with others, yet it's very natural for him to say nothing in situations like this.

It's only a matter of time before S.H.I.E.L.D. or his allies come to claim him. He's certain the ADA would prefer their words to his. Even so, if these people wish swift justice for the victim, they're wasting time with him. He can break his silence long enough to tell her so.

"I only sought to aid the man; he was mortally wounded ere I found him. I give you my word, it was not my doing."

Oh my! Yes. >:3

[blindingtrust]

She's like some kind of creature of myth more than a mere mortal woman. Something that seeks justice and focuses on that and nothing else. Her anger over the man's death almost makes the air almost taste different. He was one of hers damn it she won't fail them.

"He was a cop, you know." She moves pulling out several pictures. A clearly happy looking police officer. His pretty wife and his young boy are also featured.

"One of our best. He was very good at what he did." She places another picture of a crime scene so similar to the one Thor stumbled upon.

"This happened several weeks earlier. Do you see anything similar?" Her expression is very expressive in telling Thor everything. She still thinks he's guilty. That he might be connected to an earlier death.

"If it wasn't you we still have a killer to find. I don't like wasting my time."

[worthy]

He still doesn't fully comprehend the nature of mortal professions, but without being told, he could understand this as her calling; something she feels she must do, rather than something she is paid for. He can respect her determination.

He truly regrets that he was unable to prevent this, more so when she shows him those pictures, but there's no outward change in his already-somber demeanor. He knows what 'cop' means, and in a sense, he's relieved to hear this. One who serves their realm in that way must be prepared to die.

Thor's usefulness is limited if he's too late to protect, or to do battle, but he knows a great deal about weapons and their use. He looks down at the last picture she sets before him, the one of the earlier crime, his brows knitted in consideration.

"Both men were slain with like hand and like blade," he ventures, meaning to answer her question. If it was supposed to be rhetorical, that's lost on him. He sees the similarities.

He can read Ivy's expression, enough to tell that she may still think him guilty, but that's her mistake. There's nothing further to say. He shouldn't have to attest to his innocence again.

[blindingtrust]

She had waited for a reaction. Guilt over the cop who couldn't go back to his pretty wife and as she recalled the boy was adorable. She remembers a Christmas party where she met them and she feels guilty because even though she's blind she feels like she should be able to do more.

Cases like this are hard on everyone.

"You're right. Someone big too. Like you, maybe. They'd need the strength to break the bones the way they had.... or the anger." Damn this isn't his crime.

"Did you hear or see anything unusual? Gotham breeds a-- Different kind of criminal. You're not from here. Wrong accent. You move different too," she admits. Her hearing is far better than most so she can pick up on how someone moves.

[worthy]

Regardless of his involvement, the widow and child are present in his thoughts. He's keenly aware of failing in his own duty, and that grieves him. She hasn't caused him to feel guilt in the way she wanted or expected, but that doesn't mean he's unmoved. His affection for her kind is sincere, and runs deep. His emotions are clear, uncomplicated and often surprisingly intense. That includes anger. If he'd felt that at any time today, she'd be able to tell. His rage would still be evident in his breathing, in the sound of his voice, or in some agitated restless motion.

Thor cants his head, wondering at how much Ivy 'sees' without seeing. He wasn't expecting her to draw a comparison between the killer's likely size and his own. He didn't know that his dimensions were so obvious, in the absence of vision.

"No," he returns, succinctly. He saw nothing and heard nothing. This has been a hard lesson about the criminals bred in Gotham. He still only intends to tell her what will help with getting justice, but he can't seem to prevent her from gleaning truths in other, non-verbal ways. She's obviously skilled. In that respect, she reminds him a little of Natasha.

[blindingtrust]

Ivy can almost taste his emotional response. Her nose flares slightly like some kind of hunter scenting the air and she is weighing Thor carefully. No she can see it clearly in her mind. He must have stumbled across this by mistake and found the poor police officer as he was bleeding out. It would have been painful for the man and painful to see.

Her mouth sharpens in a frown because this has not turned out as she has expected.

"I need you to come with me then. You're going to walk me through what you saw. This may seem unusual but... I'm not like most lawyers. I'm going to help the police do their job so I can do mine." She moves to fetch the reed thin white cane that she uses to guide herself then stops and frowns.

"I can't drive. I can request one of the young duty officers to do so unless you have a better idea."

[worthy]

Thor soon takes notice of the fact that he's no longer under direct suspicion, and neither is he being questioned in the conventional sense. He'll take that to mean that he can speak more freely. He inclines his head, agreeably, standing to his full height. He's somehow more solid than the furniture, in terms of his presence.

"If that is your wish. Had you said nothing, I would not have known this was unusual." He's met just one other lawyer, and they only succeeded in communicating the basics of the Midgardian legal system. It has many strange, specific terms which he'll never master.

"I know of cars, but I have not yet been taught their use. Have you a horse?" Someone less aware might think he was joking, or playing some game, but Ivy should be able to hear the absolutely sincerity in his voice. She's really going to have to exercise her better judgment and ask one of the duty officers to drive them.

[blindingtrust]

She can tell how serious he is. She can almost see his expression by the way he's speaking. She also picks up on the fact he has some kind of facial hair. Huh, interesting.

"I'm a bit of an anomaly among my peers. I'm used to having to explain myself. There aren't very many blind lawyers, let alone prosecutors," she explains calmly.

She shakes her head. "None we can freely use, I'm afraid. I'll arrange transport."

She raps on the door soundly with her cane. It takes a moment and she gets a very surprised look.

"He's with me. We're going to clear this up," she informs the surprised officer gravely. She moves past him without much pause and the officer steps aside to let Thor past him blinking after Ivy. She knows just who to speak to about getting a ride but expects she should wait for Thor to catch up to her. Leaving him behind seems like a bad idea.

[worthy]

She's right, it is a bad idea to leave him behind. It's never much effort to catch up, when he's significantly taller. He lengthens his stride to rejoin her. He has a self-assured, regal bearing that might read as arrogance, but in truth, he's simply glad to be out of the small room and moving.

"I have forgotten what this means: prosecutors," Thor admits, completely unabashed. The lawyer he knows is sighted, and her work is to defend. It seems noble to him. He stops and stands in place before they walk too far.

"I require the device that sings, and speaks with the voices of my allies." He's trying to ask for his phone back. It wouldn't be among his chief concerns, if he hadn't promised to keep it with him.

[blindingtrust]

She has the kind of confidence to her movements and stride that adds a similar but very different flavored length to it. She has to go a little more slowly because of the cane she uses to guide her steps otherwise she'd be very quick.

"It means in court that I represent the state. I would be arguing against whomever is accused of a crime presenting the evidence that has been gathered to prove their guilt," she explains trying to speak plainly.

"I can take you to where we may gather it." Her attention turns to a young looking male officer.

"Hello Officer Smith." Her teeth flash as she smiles looking less intimidating than she had been in that small room. "I need someone to walk us down where we can get this man's property please."

He nods getting up from his desk then pauses as Ivy continues.

"Oh by the way, would you be so kind as to arrange a driver? I'd like to take him to the crime scene. To get more questions answered, you see."

He glances between the very tall Aseir and the smiling lawyer and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Yeah sure, Ms Weaver. I'll do that myself... you sure this is okay?"

She chuckles out loud and shrugs. "Likely not my brightest idea but if we can figure some things out we can point the detectives where they need to go. Sooner or latter these slayings will be stopped."

The young officer has to take some comfort for that. He fetches his keys and shows them to where Thor can sign for his phone and anything else they might have.

Interrogation, if it's okay?

[beingrobin]

Subtle never was Robin's middle name. Stealth didn't make the list, either. He'd been burst in upon standing over the body, yes. The body of the captain of the watch, hell yes. Bloody to the elbows, and with his kitchen knife in its little homemade sheath rather recently used to chop something other than onions -- well.

He didn't shed a tear when he was led away, but didn't make a sound, either. Not a solitary protest or snarl or cry. It's almost as if he's forgotten how to talk, over being an awkward so-and-so just trying to waste the Assistant District Attorney's time.

There'd been a spasmodic flurry of fight left in him as he'd been chucked into a padded cell for the night. Now, only a soft rustle-clink as his hands rise, shake, obsessively trying to get the little rusty half-moons crusted under his nails to match up (as far as the handcuffs will allow). Exhale of breath, but no talky. He knows where he's bound.

Fine by me

[blindingtrust]

"Robin," she says again using his first name trying to draw him out.

"Talk to me. I know we found you there so.... Talk. Tell me what happened. What did you do. What did he do."

Her lips go thin with annoyance. He isn't talking and they have evidence. She wants to know why damn it all and damn him for not talking. Not a peep and it grates on her nerves and her sense of justice.

[beingrobin]

A conversation with another attorney (with crayon and paper) didn't go so well. Perhaps those with a higher pay-grade thought he'd be more likely to talk faced with a blind person: somebody who couldn't be fazed by another studious, silent attempt to get every scrap of the paper coloured in; to get it all fixed - before it was taken away.

In any case, this table's likely empty.

He blows an inadvertent spit-bubble, wondering what his voice would sound like if he used it, now. Like a frog in a bottle, probably. Surely they know what he did - they'd have to be pretty damn silly to see otherwise. Surely, they also know that the captain would never-ever have fronted a night-time visit gone wrong to a respected member of the community, and laughed at a good man's death.

Robin's dad died that night. "Of a strangulated hernia". Not your common or garden heart attack, you know. Something realistic, but uncommon enough to ring true.

They know what they're doing. The lies are in his file. He who seeks revenge had better dig two graves. He'd fucking adore to talk, but They. Won't believe the likes of him.

He starts to kick the chair leg, gently, scritch-scraping handcuffs against the table.

[blindingtrust]

Not the average lawyer anyways and she's anything but average. Blind and sympathetic looking but also with chilling with the look on her face because frankly she's angry at him and the world.

"Please. I'm not going to hang you out to dry. This couldn't have been fully your fault.... I've read your file."

She thinks he might be ill. That means that instead of being like some kind of wolf made of iron and copper she needs to be more compassionate. Besides she really isn't as scary as she makes herself out to be. She's still a blind woman.

[beingrobin]

Robin is not frightened - nor, for a charge of attempted murder (the attempted unbeknown to him), particularly frightening. A lanky twenty-something-teenager with the remnants of a stammer and a crooked smile. Couldn't handle his dad's passing, poor thing - and after growing up without a mother, too. Evidently unstable. Went whacko. Saw things that weren't there. Too much time holed up in the library. Weirdo alone in the photography darkroom. Drugs involved? Who cares. Got him now.

A beat.

One word halts the spinning, sickening downspiral.

Fully my fault?

He's drawn breath to ask her to repeat without a thought, but chokes, eyes screwing up as a whole lot of nothing comes out. Stale air.