oo5 § this girl is the wild smile, the icy stare [ visual ] [ location :: wayne manor ]

[dieneidio]

Having casually moved into Wayne Manor - she took over the tower nearest the library, claiming a bedroom and then the room above it for her weaponry and books - Enfys has been occupied in the aftermath with fussing around Morgana and establishing herself in the household here. (She may have all but piddled on the floor to mark out the kitchen as

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[ voice ]

[stockholmes]

I think I told you; I had been looking to help the injured after the explosions, and from whatever those "sentinels" were.

So long as I never have to ride on that monstrosity again, no apologies necessary, ma'am.

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

"Don't be mean to Brandi," Enfys chides him severely, which is ... great, she named the Ducati. "But you did good, so- good on you."

[ voice ]

[stockholmes]

[He sees nothing wrong with naming it. People named horses, didn't they? It must be similar.]

I seem to recall that you yourself were injured at the time of our, ah, meeting. You did get yourself looked at?

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

Enfys pulls the jersey (big enough on her bird-boned frame to be easy) to show a fading bruise on her shoulder; it'll be gone soon, and doesn't look at all like something incurred as recently as it was. "I heal," she says, with a shrug. "Didn't need to waste anyone's time while they were working on people who needed it more."

voice;

[obscuronoctis]

--You made dinner?

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

"I do that," she says, dryly.

[ voice → visual ]

[obscuronoctis]

What? Really? [there's some measure of shuffling about and then the visual turns on]

"That's a great feature." --Bruce. He seems to be upside down, on... something.

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

"I do cooking and laundry and keeping shit in line," she says promptly, "and the first person to tell me I'm not meant to gets a thick ear. What the fuck are you doing?"

[ visual ]

[sirachi]

Siri pauses on the image of this woman on her tablet; not because of anything woman has said, but because of the way she looks. Reaching into the Force, Siri searches for a familiar presence she expects to be there, but finds none. Yet, the image and the voice... It could be and it could not. And if it was, there we duties to be tended to and part of her selfishly wishes it's that for the sheer ability of being able to indulge in what she has no just cause to here without completely letting go of her ideals and the Jedi principals she holds in such high regard.

"Lady Sabé?"

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

A long silence follows this inquiry, and then Enfys cautiously asks, not unkindly, "Sorry, Lady who?"

[ visual ]

[sirachi]

"Sabé," she repeats. "Of the Royal House of Naboo?"

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

"...I got nothing, sparkles," she says, apologetic. "Enfys Llewelyn, patron saint of fucking shit up, at your service."

[ voice ]

[notsawbones]

[ Hiding behind voice. Forever. ]

Thanks for the offer.

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

"S'open!" she says, merrily. "And I'd promise not to drive."

[ voice ]

[notsawbones]

Oh, good. I'm actually relieved to hear that.

[ visual ]

[dieneidio]

"I'm the cheapest drunk you'll ever meet, hon, I wouldn't get on the bike if I'd so much as wafted past Bruce's wine cellar."

[voice, because of obvious vanity-related reasons]

[meanwhileback]

[in a voice SOMEWHAT quieter and slower than it would be if she didn't have a bundle of broken sticks holding her lungs in] Shockingly I'm not hungry. More drugs would rule, though.

[ visual because enfys is lazy as shit ]

[dieneidio]

"I'll point your dealer at you, babe. You need anything else?" Look, this is her concerny-face.

[still voice, blah blah]

[meanwhileback]

No. Um...

[a pause, while she attempts to think. about things.]

...has anybody picked up my cat?

[ visualize this motherfuckers ]

[dieneidio]

The slow dawning horror on Enfys's face would be kind of great under any other circumstance.

"Oh fuck me- where is he? I'll get him. I wonder if I can hatch a cat-box-"