oo6 ∞ [ visual | location :: wayne manor ] you win some, you lose some

[dieneidio]

When the tablet clicks on, Enfys is still fiddling with it and only half in view; it looks like she's on the floor in the library in Wayne Manor, which probably means that the knees briefly visible on the sofa behind her belong to Bruce. When she has the tablet set up properly on the table, he isn't in view any more but she is (beaming) and it

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[deadmanbrucolac]

"I have rope, hook and carabiner, and a net to catch you in should this plan of yours go horribly wrong." Whatever plan it is. "Speaking of, what in the name of all fuck did you do to your head, you madwoman." The Brucolac smiles down at her on his tablet, jaw propped on the heel of his hand.

[dieneidio]

"Aw, handsome! You think of everything. Want to hover your big boat next to the building while I do it? You can backseat drive and everything." Continuing in the grand Slayer tradition of inappropriate relationships with vampires...but no, Enfys and the Brucolac are just really ridiculous.

She obligingly picks up the tablet to give him the full 360 degree view of her new haircut, though.

[deadmanbrucolac]

"My elegant ship is spoken-for at the moment, but this will not stop me from shouting things at you, should I feel that you require it. Are you locked in some sort of tower? Are there guardians in improbable helmets carrying even-more-improbable-swords?"

...Look, he's got some actual cultural basis for these questions.

[dieneidio]

Enfys mouths 'elegant ship' along with him with her head rocking side to side like she's a trolly child- because sometimes that is exactly what she is, yes, she loves you Brucolac.

"I'm pretty sure he could lock me in if he wanted," she says, speculatively, glancing over her shoulder at Bruce. "Keeping me in, that'd be another thing."

[deadmanbrucolac]

He gives her a very stern look, which is intended to convey that she knows fully well how amazing his ship is, and that he knows that she is clearly longing to be given the full tour, she should stop begging so, truly, it is unseemly. Dear god, his eyes are full of commas.

"Oh, that does sound like a challenge. When, at some point in the future, you appear on my tablet, glaring, I am going to be smug as hell. I will pay your ransom, but I will pay it smugly."

[dieneidio]

"Riiiight, but you would pay!" Enfys feels this means she wins. "I don't know what he would want. Bruce, if you locked me in a tower, what would the ransom be? This is serious."

...young lady.

[obscuronoctis]

Distant, because he's speaking from the sofa and not his own tablet:

"My sanity."

[dieneidio]

"You hear that?" she inquires of the Brucolac, blithely. "I'm essential to Mr Wayne's mental health."

Observe her creative interpretation of reality.

[deadmanbrucolac]

It is entirely possible that Enfys's victory was just what the Brucolac had in mind.

"If you've taken up with this one, sir, you're fucked and the cause is lost. And anyway, oh lovely hellion, why can't you hatch the equipment you need?"

[dieneidio]

"I could, but then I wouldn't have had this fantastic conversation with you, now, would I?" Taxon is a little too easy, sometimes; Enfys is still adjusting to the idea of people she can't just drop when she feels like not dealing with human relationships any more, but she's always liked to be able to pick them up in the first place. She could very easily spend all her time in Wayne Manor and never see anyone else, though, and she knows that about herself - so every now and again she'll find some excuse to make sure she doesn't.