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[sikisikiana]

Who: Talia Al Ghul, Kate Kane, and later ... Damian Wayne :)
What: Talia sneaks out into the village late, late, late at night. She's going to do some mind experiments on the villagers, or... you know, thinks she will. THINGS DON'T GO AS PLANNED!
When: WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30TH, 11:50 PM.
Where: VILLAGE.
Rating: PG... for hotness. And a little boy

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[assombris]

From above, a lone figure slipped through the shadows glancing below at her new surroundings and trying to place any landmarks. However, there was not a single building or street that stood out as familiar and it was distressing her. She had made several attempts to contact the Colonel but the transmission was either being jammed electronically or something else was at work here.

Kate didn’t recall wearing her cowl - something that caught her off guard when she found herself sitting on a rooftop of an unknown town. She hadn’t been drugged, as far as she knew.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing before her cousin and her brain was trying to compute was going on, Bette in that outfit and then

[sikisikiana]

There wasn't anything in the man's hands. No groceries, no books -- he'd probably come back from eating, and perhaps was stuffed. She could tell by his posture that he had discomfort in his abdomen, and though she could not see his face, she visualized it to wear a grimace.

Her gaze slithered across the street, quickly, then in the opposite direction. Unusually barren, which wasn't ideal -- this sort of thing was done best with the incessant background noise of a crowd's chattering.

Her heel slid without a sound, the toes of her sandals planting quietly with each step, as she made her way to follow the man. He was cutting through the back alley and gutter system behind a few restaurants, most likely trying to get home.

She wondered, briefly, if he was a criminal. If the Village even had crime. Could it even exist when everyone was of such a similar set of beliefs? Her path was direct and close, and she did not want to test his senses by lingering too far behind him. When he stopped to check his pockets, Talia quickly

[assombris]

This woman was dressed too nicely to even be an escort. There was a certain air of class that she picked up on immediately as she trailed her. While she kept a distance, it was not too far in case something was about to go down between this woman and man.

She peered up ahead to check any of the buildings and saw the lights were off and no noticeable figures in the alleyway. Something about the entire situation was off -- and she was going continue pursuing. It wasn't uncommon for women to commit crimes but this woman she trailed, it wasn't about money or jewelry. She had to have been born into green, briefly examining her clothes, shoes and the earrings that glistened faintly in the moonlight.

Quickly and like a ghost, she slipped again onto the next building, now following them both from the side of it.

[sikisikiana]

Her way along the wall was soundless, and she moved until she was adjacent to the man, taking advantage of his slow pace. The task was almost too easy, and she assured her conscience that she'd take good care of the man while he was in her ... custody.

"Afwan?" Talia's voice was graced with etiquette as she caught the man's attention. The moment his head turned, his mouth was smothered with a chloroform-soaked cloth.

"Shhhh..." She murmured against his temple, placing a kiss to his balding head, and let him struggle. It was, after all, just his dignity slipping away. She'd allow him that.

[assombris]

He was slipping away from consciousness and fast. Kate didn't waste a second grabbing onto the ends of her cape and raising her arms so it billowed out. Like she had trained herself to do, she ducked under a pipe to avoid tripping and then in a one fluid moment she had swooped down but landed on the opposite side to avoid detection.

She let go of the fabric and it fell over her shoulders, the ends gliding over the cobblestone. In this occupation, she had learned, there was always an important aspect to making an entrance: make a damn good first impression.

At first, it was just the whites of her eyes behind the mask visible in the dark, before a tall figure of red and black fully emerged. A hand resting on her hip, she looked at the poor man who was barely conscious and then to the his assailant.

She spoke, her voice low but firm. "I'd let him go if I were you."

[sikisikiana]

The scowl that crossed her own features was not unlike a scolded adolescent's, and she thought briefly about using the man as a hostage, but the voice was unfamiliar to her, and so the threat ultimately was.

Talia glanced over at the woman in the cowl, before putting her hands up innocently, carelessly letting the man drop to the floor in a heap. Her own hood was still up. She held her hands in a disarming position.

"I came here to have a question answered, not to harm him." Talia's words flowed out in flawless Arabic, a defiant look in her eyes was masked by the dim lighting around them. Her curiosity was almost immediately piqued, though, when she recognized what "family" this girl belonged to. This crusader.

[assombris]

Kate kept close watch on the woman before her, eyes scanning over the other but concluding he was merely unconscious and there was no bodily harm done -- yet. Unfortunately, he could be hostage material.

Her heel clacked softly on the stone ground as she stepped forward again. That language was undoubtedly Arabic. She could only pick out certain words but "questioning" (or perhaps it was "questions") was certainly one. So she did want something.

"He can't really help you right now," she briefly motioned to the man laying in the alleyway. There was a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Step away from him."