➹ | 001 | Video/voice

[peektuttut]

[The video clicks on abruptly, showing the morgue ceiling for a few seconds; then it clatters off its slab and onto the floor, propped up at an angle. Above, Tim's woken up. He's moving quickly, but jerkily, an clearly injured. His right arm hands at his side, useless with his shoulder dislocated. So when he stumbles as he slides off the 'bed,' he

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[blackbiohazard]

You're the only one so far who looks as though they needed to be in a morgue. But rest assured, human; you are not dead.

[peektuttut]

'Human?' [What is this. :|a]

What are you?

[blackbiohazard]

Hedgehog. [a pause, then with no small amount of venom;] Though likely not the kind you are accustomed to.

[peektuttut]

[A talking. Hedgehog. WHAT THE HELL KIND OF CITY no, okay, calm. He is calm. Shadow can probably hear a deep breath and exhalation.]

Do you have a name?

[borntobewildcat]

Voice;

[Hey, that guy looked kind of familiar. He was with Wayne Enterprises or something.]

You okay, man? I mean, for falling forty stories, you look pretty good, but you're still kind of, you know, bleeding.

[peektuttut]

[Voice forever]

[....He knows that voice. But he's having trouble placing it.] I noticed, and I've got it under control now. [Lol no he doesn't, but doesn't he sound convincing?]

[Encrypted]

I know you.

[borntobewildcat]

If you say so. [Oh yeah, he totally believes you.]

[Encrypted forever]

Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you, but I'm pretty sure I'm not that memorable. You're from Gotham, right?

[peektuttut]

[All the encrypted; unhackable]

[It takes a few moments in which Tim doesn't reply, but once he's sure he's secured the line, he speaks.]

And you're from the JSA. Wildcat. [That's his BAtman voice activating. A little warped with the fractured cheekbone, but noticeably there.]

[nonfunction]

[ She stares at the wound for a few moments, as if trying to assess it, but the camera is shaky and the blood is distracting her. There's always blood, too much of it, staining everything. ]

No one.

[peektuttut]

[Oh boy, this will be a fun one. He's practiced at keeping his voice calm, but he sounds weird; one day he will learn not to talk with a fractured cheekbone.]

You were listening.

[nonfunction]

Ligaments need to be popped back in. Two arms are better than one.

[ Why yes, she is handily ignoring his accusation. ]

[peektuttut]

[Very talented, her.]

My thoughts exactly. Who are you?

[scorchingheaven]

voice;

[Oh christ that arm did not look good, and she's had her share of injuries and dislocations. Though, when she replies, there's a definite smirk in her tone, even if there is mostly concern.]

Think the first thing you need to worry about are those injuries.

[peektuttut]

Three steps ahead of you. [One and a half at most, but he's planning out the next five. :V]

So if this is the city morgue, then Abax is in...?

[scorchingheaven]

No clue. There's almost no trace of data on where this place actually is, if it even exists in our world, let alone any other.

[peektuttut]

And no one's gone looking at the surrounding area?

[thranduilon]

Video

There are healers in the hospital, should you require their services. [Which... Legolas thinks you do.]

[peektuttut]

[What, this? It's a scratch, really, TIM SEEK HELP. :|] Define healers.

[thranduilon]

Though I have never needed their help I believe they have extensive training. They are familiar with the technology here, if that was your concern.

[peektuttut]

How many are there?