Your Fairytales (Alyss Blake)

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss snarled from where she stood. Her blue eyes bore into him. Then, she merely sat back on her haunches. She cocked her head to the side and looked at him. Her snarling lowered to a low growl, her lip half raised to show her teeth for a moment before dropping it. She shook her white pelt and looked at him. She growled a moment again before falling silent. Her true face...She cocked her head the other direction. She did not know which was her true face...She had many in this time...So so many...Respect...Was that what she wanted? She felt an urge to run and kill something, but suppressed it, her ears swingeing to the high pitched wailing of the children. She clicked her jaws in annoyance, shaking her head.

She had thought to blame it on him, but now she felt calmed. More so than before. She opened her jaws in a yawn, looking at the bench where her book lay, untouched. There was room on the bench, so she hopped up on it. She turned her wolf head to look at him, the end of her muzzle mere inches from his face. An urge to bite him filled her, but she pushed it away. "Actually...I was going to thank you. I do believe I needed that."

[/i] She said into his mind, her icy eyes locked on his as she sat calmly beside him. Her anger of the moment before completely gone.[/color][/blockquote][/size]

[Michael Smith]

Watching the wolf as she sat back, Michael found himself surprised yet again. His eyebrows rose as he watched her. Well, so much for her killing him... His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, though. Or they confused her and made her thought. Making people think was always a speciality of his. He rarely found it difficult to confuse people or make them stop and think. Words just had that effect when Michael was in control of them. She was so boring now, though. No threats. No back and forth talking... He had half a mind to just walk off and leave her here to deal with the consequences of her own actions. He suspected that she'd follow him, though, and that really wouldn't do at all. What was the point in doing things if people were just going to ignore the action?

She got onto the bench and he watched her with a bored expression, his head having turned with much the same feeling as his face held. He was bored. As she turned her head to look at him, Michael looked somewhat disgusted. There was a reason he'd never wanted a pet, and not only because he'd likely try to kill it. They disgusted him. Everyone else could have one and he wouldn't care, so long as they stayed away from him. Then she spoke. A telepathic wolf, that was just what he needed...

Boring.

"That's a shame." He commented somewhat coldly. "It wasn't for your benefit. Now, are we going to do business or are you going to chase your tail like a good little mutt and stop wasting my time?" He asked, his voice getting harsher and angrier as the words passed through his lips. He was a busy person and he had little to no use for wolves. The less time he could spend around one, the better in his opinion...

((Notes: This is kind of short; I'm sorry! Michael muse likes classical music, though...))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss swished her white tail calmly across the bench. She was quite fond of her wolf form. It was comfortable, and she felt less vonurable. Her mind was calm, and she took a moment to think over what he had said. Was she supposed to think? She assumed that she was. Why wouldn't one be meant to think. Sometimes that was the world's biggest problem. No one took the time to just step back and think. So, she needed to think. But about what exactly? She wanted respect. And in order to get respect, she would have to take care of her own battles, not pay another man to do it.

She decided then she would not employ this man to kill her mother, or her mother's disgusting new lover. He was quite disgusting to Alyss. His hair was too long, and he was a doctor...All doctors were creepy...All doctors were lairs sent out to hurt people. She hated doctors...and she hated him. She hated her mother. But she decided then and there that if either of them were to be killed; it would be by her hand - not some fairy tale creep. She opened her jaws in a yawn. Perhaps she had a better use of services of this man.

She stretched her neck out, her jaws clicking together with a yawn as she refocused her eyes on him. Something about him interested her. In an unusual way. She put her paw on his chest when the word mutt past his lips, the black of her own lips lifting to reveal her wolf teeth in a snarl. "I have a better idea."

[/i] She snarled softly, thinking she did have a better idea. Make it 100,000 and she would work for him. She really believed she needed something to do. Something that was as evil as she felt. She needed something else in this world, and he was going to give it to her, weather he liked it or not. She shook her fur, her eyes twinkling dangerously at the proposition she was about to propose.[/color][/blockquote][/size]

((Notes: Not a thing to worry about! I have no problems waiting for a post as epic as yours! And I agree, Alyss requires a cretin muse as well!))

[Michael Smith]

Feeling her paw on his chest, Michael thoughtlessly moved to brush her paw away. This was an expensive suit and he wasn't going to let some wolf dirty it because she probably thought herself important enough for him to listen to her without giving her a heap of sarcasm and trouble. Well, she was wrong. At her snarl, he raised an eyebrow. He wouldn't like this very much, would he? He could tell already. It was something about the way she'd snarled it into his mind. He already knew he wasn't interested but perched the expression on his features regardless. Whatever it was might end up being a good idea, after all...

"And what would that idea be, dear wolf?" He asked, practically drawling the words with a hint of boredom grazing the edge of his tone gently - subtly. He was only interested in business when it came to people outside of his established circle of workers and acquaintances... Because he didn't have friends. Not really. He didn't want them, either. Friends weren't useful to him. Acquaintances were, though. What he called Acquaintances, though, others would probably class as friends... There wasn't the emotional attachment to them involved, despite what people might want to believe.

Watching her as he waited for an answer, Michael's hands moved down the front of his suit gently, pushing out any creases and pushing off any dirt. He was a professional and as such needed to look professional. Expensive suits weren't very useful unless they were perfectly worn with no impurities in the form of creases or dirt. His hands moved to his tie momentarily, straightening it even if it didn't need to be straightened before one hand moved back to his perfectly slicked back hair once more, pushing back any hairs that could possibly be out of place with a swift, simple movement.

((Notes: asuhdjfg still short. GOD DAMNIT.))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss set her paw back on the bench, leaning back against the wood in a very casual manner. She let out a low yawn and fluffed her fur again. She looked past him at the children. She lifted her lips in a snarl at them, catching the rock they threw in her teeth and spitting it out on the ground. She growled, her hackles raising for a moment, watching as the children ran away screaming. She snorted and turned her attention back to the man whose name she had yet to learn.

She fixed him with a blue eyed gaze, wondering if he would take her offer. Paying someone to let you work for them? That was different, and shouldn't be an offer to be passed up, but with what she had seen of him - she wouldn't be surprised. "Instead of the 200,000; make it 100,000 and I'll work for you."

[/i] She growled in a light tone, her ears swiveling back to him. She wondered if he would take the deal, and wondered again if it would matter at all. She yawned again - being forced into a shift always made her exceedingly tired.

Her eyes drifted lazily over him, taking in what she really saw - having not given him much thought before. He wasn't ugly, but as she had said earlier - she wasn't that type of girl. She noted how he took extra care in his professional appearance. She used to be like that, in school - but she didn't care anymore. She had even dropped out of high school - not that that mattered any longer.[/color][/size][/size]

[Michael Smith]

Her reactions to the children entertained him a little. It was difficult for him to tell which he disliked more: children or animals. Indeed, neither were groups of beings he particularly liked... Though he could put up with animals a lot better than he could children. Well, there seemed to be the answer, at any rate. Perhaps he should thank her for helping him decide. No. There was no chance of that. That was ridiculous. That would require for him to admit that she'd helped him in some way. That really was ridiculous.

At her offer, Michael rolled his eyes. Had she not been listening earlier? He didn't need flesh. While the original thought had merely be sexual, it had extended to bodies for work. He would rather have 200,000 dollars and no wolf instead of 100,000 dollars and a wolf who would probably expect paying. He didn't pay people. They were just lucky he hadn't crushed them yet. Because he could. He really could if he tried to. He knew everything about every single one of them. Knowledge was power, after all. Sometimes, it wasn't who you knew but what you knew. Other times it was who you knew and not what you knew...

Occasionally, it was both.

"I don't need bodies." He stated, standing up and pressing the front of his suit jacket down before glancing at her with a bored expression. "This really has been lovely," He drawled, the word 'lovely' practically drowning in sarcasm. "however, no business has been arranged. Should you need me..." He trailed off as he searched one of his jacket pockets before pulling out a small, thin slip of card. "My contact details are on here. I respond better to texts." He told her and placed the card on the bench before looking at her while bent down and smiling. "And be sure to get the money quickly if you do need my assistance." He requested, standing up and leaving the business card - baring the name 'Harvey Adrian Des' with his phone number underneath the false name - on the bench. He then turned calmly and moved to walk away from her, seeing no sense in staying around.

((Notes: I'M SORRY HE'S BEING A JERK. D: ))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss nodded her wolf head when he laid the card down, slightly annoyed that he had not taken her offer. It had been a good offer. A wolf that had connections with nearly all of the heroes in the world, and he turned it down... She snorted and picked his card up delicately in her jaws.

She jumped off the bench and padded past him. Her blue eyes were fixed ahead as she took off as brief trot along the side walk. She shook out her snowy white fur as she walked. She lifted her nose and stopped, snarling. The damned dog catcher again...I'm done with him!

Her anger flared up again as she smelt him coming closer. How many times had this man tried to bring her in? She was done with it.

When the man came around the corner, she was ready. He had the control pole in his hand, trying to rope her. She was done with this. She dodged the pole and dove at his neck, dropping the man's business card as she opened her jaws, locking them around the dog catcher's neck. She bit down hard, hearing his screams. Her ears picked up the screams of the children as well as she moved her jaws in a sawing motion until the man's screams stopped. She snarled as she stepped off the body, blood dripping from her jaws. She picked up his card off the ground, looking around to see if anyone else had witnessed her killing that man - her first kill...[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Michael Smith]

She was of little interest to him as he began to walk away. When she moved past him without her book, though, he was curious. He turned to look at the bench and raised an eyebrow before going back for it. If she was going to be foolish enough to leave it behind then Michael would take it and cherish it. Grimm's Fairytales didn't grow on trees, after all. As he picked up the book from the bench and flicked through it momentarily, he didn't notice the dog catcher. Why would he? They were ordinary and this book was in somewhat good shape. Either very well looked after, rarely read or brand new. Books were made to be read. It was the ultimate respect for a book. Read it until a time whereas it was impossible to read it anymore for fear of it disappearing into dust in one's hands. True respect, in Michael's opinion.

Hearing screams, Michael looked up rather casually with a little interest obvious on his features. First taste of blood, it seemed. Not rather clean. Not very... Elegant, either. Lacked class. The children screamed and Michael rolled his eyes. How ordinary they were. Did they not see worse in the films and television programs of today?! Honestly, he was surprised no one was taking photos. A quick scan of the area told him that someone was, indeed, taking photos on a phone. Very good idea. Pulling his own phone from his pocket, Michael decided that texting his source would be much faster and much better than phoning.

Get info on white wolf in park. Photos will be online soon.
- M.S.

The perfect text and the perfect request. No doubt someone else will have seen the wolf and it could be linked back to her. Another quick glance led him to seeing the nearest CCTV camera. Time for another text, it seemed. Why Michael hadn't considered security cameras before this point he had no idea.

Scrap that. Use security cameras. Go back to myself and a blonde on the bench. Get info on blonde. She is the wolf.
- M.S.

Because resources must be used properly and, with a little refinement of her methods, she could even be useful. 150,000 dollars would be a fair price. Half-way between hers and his. Perfection. He strode forward casually once she was finished and once he'd put his phone back into his pocket. His other hand, the one that hadn't held the phone, held her book tightly. Only it wasn't her book anymore. It was his. Maybe he could use it to make a deal... Knock 25,000 dollars off of his price. Oh, that might work... As he reached her, he raised an eyebrow with a hint of a smile perched on his lips.

"You almost looked rabid. It was impressive." He commented, sounding somewhat amused. He wouldn't deny that he was impressed. "Inelegant and lacking class, though. Refine it a little and you'd be a masterful killing machine." He told her, watching her and any movements she made. Any small movements, any large movements. "I've had a change of heart." He told her, the dark abysses of his irises glittering ever so slightly with an emotion. Happiness? Perhaps glee. Glee was more likely. Glee that she'd actually killed someone right there in the middle of the park.

Yes. Glee.

"I don't like your price, though." He told her, any hint of happiness, amusement or glee falling from his face. His eyes turning emotionless and cold once more, the rest of his face portraying boredom with ease that only came from the expression being used so much. "150,000 dollars and you... Or 125,000 dollars, you, and this wonderful book. You can have the bookmark back, of course. I have no doubt that you'd need it." He told her, trailing off a little while looking over the book again. He did quite like it and Michael usually got what he wanted. "Those are my prices. Go any lower and I might have need for a wolf-skin coat." He said, his tone holding amusement at the very thought. It was quite amusing and quite strange how easily he could ignore the fact that there was a person in there somewhere... "Or you could wander off, never get your book back and never work for me. Your choice. Limited time offer, my dear." He added before looking at her. "Tick tock. Tick tock. Time is running out for you, Cinderella."

((Notes: 745 words. Oh my god I love this post so much you do not understand.))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss licked the blood from her jaws. It was her first time tasting another man's blood. She liked it. Alyss licked her chops again, savoring the blood of the man. She didn't understand it. What animal part of her loved the taste of another man's blood? Perhaps it was the wolf? She was more wolf than human now anyhow. She kept licking her chops, trying to get more of the blood without needing to go back to the man and rip him to pieces. Thought, the idea was quite pleasing to her.

She turned her head over to the body. Her muscles began to quiver as she looked over, fighting the urge to go over and lick at the wound. She could almost taste the new wave of sweet sweet blood. Her tail shook as she restrained herself from going over to it to quell her animal thirst. She wanted it. She believed she needed it. She licked her chops again, wanting to blood. Needing the blood.

She was torn from her struggle by none other than the man whom had given her the card. She growled darkly as she looked up at him, menacing as her hackles rose. She wasn't in the mood any longer. She didn't want to deal with any more of his word games. She thought briefly about how his blood would taste. Would it be sweet? Would it be bitter? Would it make her want more? Would she be able to stop if she bit him? She growled darkly, backing up only a little. She felt cornered, and her instincts were telling her to fight, or flight. She was leaning towards flight as she really wanted another taste of blood. So sweet...so suculant. She began to drool, just a moment imagining what his blood would taste like.

Her lips pulled back in a snarl at his words. She had looked rabid? Why had she looked rabid? She let off a wolfish grin at that. Her lips drawn into a happy wolf's grin. A very happy wolf's grin. She growled a little as he told her it could have been better. He had the nerve to talk to her like that after she had just killed a man? While she was in a frenzy for more? Had this man a death wish? She snarled a moment, thinking she would be happy to fulfill that wish. She continued to snarl until the next set of words left his mouth. Her lips pulled back in another grin. Good....Now I might not kill you...

She thought bitterly.

As he continued to speak, her lips drew back into another snarl. She licked her chops, still feeling her lust for blood - now wanting his. She snarled again, seeing how she wanted to kill him more and more. How dare he change the price? Then again, the price he named was right between them. She dropped her lips slightly, sheathing her teeth, though the tips were still visible as she continued to snarl. She turned her eyes on the book, a cruel light twinkling in her blue eyes. She snapped her jaws, grabbing the tip of the spine delicately in her powerful jaws and pulling it from his hand. She set it down on the concrete, not the slightest bit of damage done to it, placing her paw lightly on the hard backed cover. "This is not part of our bargain."[/i] She snarled menacingly. "As for the 150,000....I will have it by the end of the week."[/i] She snarled again, lowering herself onto her haunches, a paw still sitting protectively on her book. She growled again at his comment about wolf-skin coats and snapped her jaws dangerously, her teeth clicking roughly together. She snarled a bit more, knowing somehow, it would not phase him anyways. But she wouldn't feel as bad if she killed him after giving him a warning. She snarled again, tossing a dirty look at the approaching children - she was done with them. A bark of unamused laughter passed her maw as she watched them run away screaming. She turned her gaze back to the man standing in front of her. "When do I start?" She snarled very darkly as she snapped her jaws together one last time. She licked her chops again, still feeling a lust for blood...[/color][/size][/blockquote]

((woot woot! 740 words! I think this is the most I have ever written for one post! Excited! XD))

[Michael Smith]

It really was a shame that she'd taken the book back. Really was. He'd rather liked it but then again, it would be easy to find another. It would be so easy. So ridiculously easy, actually. His phone began vibrating in his pocket as he considered how easy it would be to get another version of that book. He had quite liked that version, though. Well, she wasn't going to tell him what was and was not a bargaining tool. If she was going to work for him, then she would learn that. He told her what to do. He told her to jump, she asked how high. He told her to fetch, she did it.

"Adorable." He drawled sarcastically, his lips turning into a forced smile. "You think you can tell me what's what. How cute... How ordinary." He continued, the smile dropping at the last word. The end of the week, though? Good but not good enough. Then she had the nerve to ask when she started. Michael rolled his eyes, obviously unimpressed with her, while taking his iPhone from his pocket and quickly checking why it had vibrated. A text message from his source. A pleased smile pulled at his lips as he completely ignored her. She wasn't going to kill him and if she did... Well, that would be a bit of a shame. It would also be a very bad joke, though.

But she wouldn't and he was certain of that.

Alyss Blake. Young. James Wayne. Daughter of Amelia Blake and John Blake. Knows the Waynes. James Wayne in Arkham. Doctor is Matthew Reid.

Short, sweet and to the point. Just how he liked it. His eyes narrowed at the information he'd been given. Alyss. Alyssss. Oh, the fun he could have with that name. Little Wolfy Alyss with James Wayne. Wayne. Impressive. That would be how she'd get the money... Of course, he hadn't completely ignored the last two parts of the message, but the Wayne's probably wouldn't mind lending her a little bit of money... Or she would just take it. Oh, he did like a bad girl. But her parents... Amelia and John Blake. He was sure he'd heard about them before. He searched his memory silently before the pleased smile came back. Officers. Officer Amelia Blake and Officer John Blake of the GCPD. Beautiful.

Looking at her, the smile dropped as he remembered her question. When did she start? Well, that was a very good question for someone who was ordinary. To Michael, though, it was boring. It was also obvious. When would she start? When did she think she started? But then, he could play a little game with her. Play a little game of 'I now have your name'. It would be so pretty and so fun. He did so love his source. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Michael's smile returned though now it was cold and cruel. It was more of a smirk than a smile and too cold to be anything good. It was very not good, actually. Very, very not good.

"Little Miss Blake, who probably sat on a rake, and got something up her... Well... Less said about that, the better." He said, his smirk growing with amusement. "You start, Ms Blake, once you get the money." He answered her finally, watching her with unblinking eyes. "And learn some respect, you filthy mutt, otherwise I will burn the heart out of you and give it to Mister Wayne." He practically spat, anger obvious in his tone. "Or I might visit your dear little parents. The king and queen of Wolfville. What do you think? I doubt you think too much but I can almost hear the wheels in your head so listen and don't growl." He told her, taking a step forward. "You do what I say, when I say and not a minute after nor before. If you want to work for me, then you learn that quickly." He stated, his smirk having dropped moments before. The forced smile had come back, though, perched almost elegantly on his lips. "Do you understand?"

((Notes: 693 words. I didn't copy the entire thing out of Write Or Die so I had to go back and rewrite the last bit WHICH SUCKS A LITTLE BIT but I hope this is okay regardless and oh my god Michael you little shit.))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss looked at him, hearing his voice. She held back the growl that threatened to rise in her throat as he pulled out his phone. What did he know? She sat patiently. She honestly had nothing better to do. She opened her jaws in a yawn, lowering herself to the ground as he looked over his phone and seemed to be thinking. She only had slight interest in what he would be reading. In all honesty, the white wolf did not care. Nor would she ever - as that was the likely case. She yawned again, licking the last remnants of blood from her chops. She tasted the last bit of rusty blood - feeling the same tinge begging for more. She suppressed it again.

As he spoke again, a snarl rose in her throat. He knew who she was. What else did he know? He quickly revealed it. She snarled more as she thought of him going after James. She wouldn't let that happen. Not as long as she was alive - though she doubted it would be long if her knew all about her in a few minutes. At the statement of when she would get the money, she nodded. Could she get it sooner? She could try. Hailey wouldn't be too rough on Alyss, she never was. How could she be if James was her son? That wouldn't make sense if Hailey couldn't deal with a deranged girl. If she tried to stop her - well Alyss was still craving blood. She clicked her jaws in distaste as her mother's name passed his lips. She snarled menacingly as he spoke of her. She hated her mother. Hated. She didn't hate a great many things, but she despised her mother. She would have gladly ripped her heart out and shoved it down Matthew's throat and watch him choke. The thought pleased her - in fact it made her bark in laughter from her position on the ground. "I do not care what you do to my parents." She snarled, she didn't. Her father was hardly there any longer anyways. His death might have saved him trouble. So why should she care? In all honesty, she didn't.

At his next set of words she took the smallest moment to process. She hauled her mass to her feet, lowering herself back onto her haunches, staring at him. Her icy blue gaze was unwavering as she looked at him. She was entering into a world of service, and frankly it didn't bother her. It would give her something to do. Something destructive. Something that would 'extend her mind'. Extend it in the way of killing. Killing without mercy. The best way to kill. To feel no remorse after a kill. She smiled in satisfaction, her black wolf lips lifting in a smile. "Yes," She dipped her head. "My lord." She figured that he would like that, due to how much he was loving fairy tales. She didn't honestly care if he liked it. So far, that was not in her job description - though she hadn't received one. Though, she did not care. She would do whatever was asked of her. She would only have a few exceptions, but she would not dare to think them. She lifted her eyes to his. "I understand perfectly. As clear as crystal."

[/i] She gave a faint growl to emphasize her words.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

((Nice this one is 601 and well I think I'm enjoying these longer posts better! And that would drive me crazy if I had to retype stuff. You can ask Ali on that one!))

[Michael Smith]

The laughter grated on him a little. Nothing here was funny. If she wanted laughs and jokes, maybe she should go off and find Joker. Michael was not the person for laughs and jokes. He provided the criminals of Gotham with a service and that was not jokes. He didn't joke and laugh. This was a serious service and a serious business. Well, she would learn. Though he didn't have the much patience for the more material areas of his work, he did for the people. Sometimes. Most of the time, certainly. Occasionally, he found people annoying, intolerable, and not worthy of patience. That was when lives were lost... Mostly through people being skinned.

She spoke and Michael raised an eyebrow. Hm, he might just do whatever he wanted to them. Possibly to test that and possibly just for fun. They were police officers. He wasn't going to leave them alone... And she could give him the perfect reason to do so. Make up a job, bring her along and then get caught. Even if they didn't escape prison, they wouldn't be found guilty. He looked after his workers. They helped him and he'd help them. It was a rather caring relationship... Despite it only being professional.

"Hm, good. They're never completely safe, anyway." He said, almost dismissing how little she cared with a simple but true statement about Gotham. It was probably the crime capitol of the world. They wouldn't be completely safe in such an unsafe place. Though, safety and security were an illusion... It was all an illusion and Michael was more than happy for the illusion to shatter... And possibly thanks to him and his people... Or possibly thanks to whoever else wanted to shatter it. Michael wouldn't stop people just for the want to be the illusion breaker...

As she said yes, and added a 'my lord' which made his lips twitch slightly with amusement, Michael gave a small nod. Good, she understood. Couldn't have people not understanding, especially not in this business. Things had to be crystal clear and, according to her, it was. Perfect. Then his phone began vibrating again and Michael rolled his eyes while pulling it out. A phone call. What couldn't they tell him via text?! Jeez. He gave a sigh and lifted the phone to his ear with a look of uncaring covering his features as he answered.

"Hello?"

"Boss?"

"Yes, of course it is, what do you want?" He asked sharply, mouthing a small 'sorry' to Alyss after a moment and rolling his eyes again. How ordinary.

"Police are coming. The murder's everywhere and so are you."

That perked his interest. He grinned and looked at her with obvious glee on his features. Well, he wasn't so happy about images of him being everywhere, but he was more than happy with the murder being everywhere. What was the use in dramatic actions if they weren't going to get an audience?

"Perfect..." He trailed off before frowning. They hadn't told him where the police were coming from! "Which way?"

"Way you're facing. We can see 'em on CCTV."

Michael looked past Alyss and his lips turned into a smile as he began to see people coming. Police officers, he assumed. It was a good assumption.

"Boss?"

"Thank you for telling me." He said somewhat professionally before hanging up and slipping his phone into his pocket. "My dear, you've attracted attention. Either come with me, now, or go it alone... Or get arrested. I don't mind whatever happens." He told her before turning and moving off casually. His hands going into his pockets as he began walking off as though he hadn't just been talking to a wolf about the police coming and about a murder. He'd told her all he needed to and all he was going to. Whatever happened next was up to her. He was having nothing to do with it. "My name is Michael, by the way." He called back without turning around as he walked, his head held high as he glanced around the area with little interest in whatever was happening behind him and whatever she was doing...

((Notes: 698 words. THIS THREAD IS SO GOOD I CAN'T. And it was lucky I'd literally just typed it at the time. Horrible trying to re-write shit...))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss smiled faintly as he answered the phone. She waited as he spoke, flicking her tail to ward off his apology. She didn't care for the politeness as she twitched her tail along the ground. She clicked her jaws slightly, as she yawned again. She actually felt quite tired all off a sudden. She blamed it on the blood and the attack. She yawned again, lowering herself back down onto her belly again. She closed her eyes, ears perked. She heard the sirens. They swiveled to them, taking in the sound and the direction as she took it in. She growled faintly, her lip lifting while he was still on the phone. She growled again, hearing them get closer.

At his words, a very small snarl curled her lips. She should have known she would have brought some attention. She should have thought. Had the cameras captured her shift/ She didn't think they had - but how could one be sure? One could not. Could they? She growled as she hauled her white body off the ground as she shook out her fur coat. She snarled a bit as the movement pulled over a cracked rib. She growled a bit more as she took a few more steps forward, looking up at him. "Should have known. But it was still fun to kill..." She growled softly.

She lifted her head to his. She growled a bit as she moved another step, following in his footsteps. She kept moving at his side. She snarled a bit in pain as she moved to follow him. Her pace increased as she kept running at him. She moved towards him. In a fluid moment, she shifted and was at his side. Her fur melted into her skin. The blue drained from her eyes, leaving them the dark brown she knew. She nodded at him name, slightly hunched over as her skeletal system rearranged and her bones changed around. She winced in pain as her ribs moved, the one cracking a little farther. She growled just a bit, her wolf voice trading for her human one. "Michael huh? Well you already know who I am." She smiled very faintly. Her blonde hair waved a little, and she wiped a bit of blood off her lips. She smirked faintly as she continued to walk at his side.

She brushed her hair and tucked her hair behind her ear. "No clever ideas to avoid being questioned?" She asked, walking like a daft teen, though her facial expression was hard and cold. She smirked, holding the Grimm book close to her chest as a girl would a binder at school. Her blonde curls bounced slightly with her movements, and it was hardly noticeable how she winced only a bit with each step as the impacts jarred her movements. She looked at him, her brown eyes slightly curious to the intricate workings of his mind. She kept looking at him, waiting for a response.

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((I am in love with this thread. Honestly. I never knew Alyss could be so evil. This one is 525 and well...I don't think I could have dragged it out any longer sadly...))

[Michael Smith]

Paying very little attention to her constant growls, Michael's grin turned into an amused smile at her words. Yes, she probably should have known. Then again, so should he. Oh, that was unfortunate. He was as good at guessing what would happen as an ordinary person. Well... Ordinary thinking person. She didn't think like him and as such thought like an ordinary person. Ordinary people were so boring. They made him curl his lip in distaste when he met one. Of course, he wouldn't do it here and now. That would just be rude and there may have been a fair few things that Michael was, but rude was not one of them... Most of the time.

As he walked off, he didn't bother to check whether she was following him like a lost puppy or not. In fact, he didn't bother to check what she was doing at all. Why would he? He'd told her what her choices were and, while he'd rather be finding someone to be doing business with, if she decided to follow and trail after him then he wouldn't stop her, certainly. She could think of it as a test run if she really wanted to. He didn't care, that was for sure. He didn't care what happened, just as long as they didn't get caught by the damnable police. He wasn't planning on using his ways to get out of jail or found not guilty anytime soon... Why would he want to waste it, anyway? One time each one. He didn't want to waste his 'get out of jail free' scheme. No. No. That would be useless and boring.

She repeated his name and he smiled at her, though it was obviously forced, while he tried very hard not to mention how obvious that observation was. It was quite obvious. He had said her name already, after all.

"Of course. I wouldn't be where I am now if I didn't know names and families." He stated, sounding bored once more. He wasn't really bored but his tone just tended to stay there when there wasn't another emotion to show off. "How is Mister Wayne, anyway?" He asked as though interested, though not looking at her. He was actually thinking about how he'd have to find out all he could about the boy and about his doctor. Who knew? There might be something interesting about the seemingly dull pair...

At her question, Michael rolled his eyes. This was his clever idea. Walk calmly away from the scene and hope his geniuses managed to wipe the CCTV before the police got hold of the evidence. There was a point, maybe he should tell them to do that. They may have been technical geniuses but they did sometimes need a push in the right direction... Getting his phone out of his pocket, he typed out a quick text before even thinking of answering her.

Wipe the CCTV for the past hour and the next hour.

Sending it silently, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked at her with little interest present on his features.

"It's easy and really rather ordinary." He told her. "Walk away calmly and rely on my people to do what they do best. They are so very talented." He said, looking away from her again as his hands remained in his pockets, having not left them since he put them in rather casually a few minutes before. He had no reason to remove his hands from his pockets other than the text, and that only required one hand... Which was somewhat lucky, really...

((Notes: 604 words. There are few threads I like every single post from. THIS IS ONE OF THOSE THREADS. Yes, that did need to be in caps. XD))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss kept walking at his side. Her head was dipped low in quiet thinking. She looked up, then over around. She nodded at his words. It was so obviously true. "It's not too hard to tell that you have links. Really. You might want to hide how you look at your phone. And how you put it away. I've spent enough time as a vigliantie to know that." She said evenly, her teenish air still in place, though her eyes were cold and dark. Not the eyes that had once been hers. These were cold, hard, and dangerous. She sighed again, leaning forward a bit into her step.

She sighed and then when he asked about James, her head snapped to look at him. "He doesn't even know I am alive...Something I would like to change soon..." She said quietly as she looked down at the ground, counting the cracks in the sidewalk as she walked over them. She sighed. James...He was the only one she cared about. James Thomas Wayne. He was the only one she cared about. She looked ahead dangerously. She didn't wanted to lose him. But she didn't even know what he was doing and thinking. She sighed. Maybe she should try and contact him via mind? But that wouldn't end well. Not at all. She looked at her employer. "In all honesty, I do not know." She said very quietly.

Alyss smirked a bit, shaking her head. "Extraordinary can be so boring if you have it all the time." She said simply, walking along. She didn't care what his opinion was, but she knew what hers was. "Too much of extraordinary, and it becomes ordinary." She said with a shrug. That was what she believed. That is what she wanted to believe. She kept walking calmly at his side, looking around. She whistled the tune to an old lullaby to pass the time.

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((Wow...I completely lost muse at the end there. That is one of the worst feelings ever! And yes! I LOVE EVERY POST IN THIS ONE AS WELL! And I do believe it was only necessary that that was in caps as well.))