Your Fairytales (Alyss Blake)

[Michael Smith]

Links. That word managed to annoy him. The only word out of what she'd said that really annoyed him. He didn't have links. He had contacts. He had a source. He didn't need contacts when he had a source, but contacts were useful. People with prices were useful. Indeed, a fair number of people had a rather cheap price compared to, for example, Michael. Then again, that was Michael and no one should be compared to him. It made the other person look more ordinary and Michael seem insane. He probably was, but that didn't matter too much.

"Adorable." He commented, his tone a drawl of sarcasm once more. "'Links'. I have a source. One person who gets me any information I need. Sometimes, it's not who you know, dear wolf, but what you know." He stated before deciding that he would continue to talk. An example was always useful, after all. "I could get anything I needed like that." He continued, clicking his fingers before looking at her. "I could get blackmail material on the mayor, I could get information you couldn't even dream of on the commissioner. I could find out dirty little secrets about your parents you'd have nightmares about." His lips curved into a cold smile. "What you know is always useful. Contacts are often useless and give you away to the little pigs trying to run the kingdom. Sources are always useful and rarely sell you out... Because they're usually out of the state and therefore can't be caught in relation to you." He finished, a hint of amusement bubbling under the cold smile that had remained on his lips. The smile dropped completely, however, a moment later and he looked ahead of them once more.

"If I wanted to hide it, I would." He added as a statement. He didn't see the need to hide the fact that he had reasons to look at his phone. If people realised that it was because of the fact that he had a source then fine. Why should he hide it? What were people going to do? Steal his phone and see what they could find out? He had a very specific way of writing a text and he had a very specific voice - in the form of a rather deceiving Irish accent - which helped a lot. His people wouldn't talk to anyone but him and the sense of power that gave Michael was extraordinary. He was the king of his people.

And now one of those people turned into a wolf. Well, couldn't have everything in life and he did hate the ordinary.

As she answered him, Michael could feel his attention wavering. Why had he even asked? Wait, he didn't know she was alive? He glanced at her momentarily with a raised eyebrow. That wasn't ordinary. That wasn't ordinary at all! He felt somewhat cheated to have not known that before... He might have been easier to convince to giving her a job if he had... No. That was a lie. He wouldn't have at all. He would have still been a difficult human being to convince and things would have ended up exactly the same. He wouldn't have been confused as to how someone she obviously loved wouldn't know she was alive. That would probably confuse anyone who wanted used to it, though.

"Useful." He commented, glancing around them again. She finished her answer with a quiet sentence and Michael rolled his eyes. Love. Who needed it? It clouded judgement and made things harder to decide. Michael certainly had no interest in emotions and caring. Caring was a weakness. When someone cared about another person, they immediately had a weakness: the other person. In such a line of work as Michael's, a weakness was unneeded and unnecessary - they would only cause injury and possible death. Michael knew he wasn't immortal, though he also knew how to talk his way out of most situations...

She spoke again after he did and made him roll his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time since they met. Extraordinary didn't become ordinary, you merely stopped noticing it. That was why Gotham was the way it was. The villains and criminals in Gotham hadn't magically become ordinary because they'd been around for so long - everyone had just stopped noticing them. That was the same way with most things.

"Then keep things extraordinary." He stated, not looking at her. "Extraordinary never becomes ordinary, the extra just goes unnoticed. Look at the clowns of this city. Are they ordinary or have you just stopped noticing them as much?" He questioned without caring about the answer. "Ordinary is boring. Extraordinary is only boring when it comes to events. Extraordinary people are certainly not boring." He may have been rambling, but at least he was rambling with a point. It wasn't just mindless rambling, but rambling that actually had an explanation or at the very least an outlook hidden away somewhere in there...

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[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss continued to walk. Her ears were open to his words, but his voice...it was so drawl. So boring. She was listening, but she wasn't retaining a thing he was saying. He seemed to be rambling about how they weren't links, but sources. Well that was fine with her. She honestly didn't care. Nor would she ever. She never planned on being some crime boss, there were enough of those as it was. She honestly didn't care. Why should she? She was a pawn supposedly, not a master or a boss. If it were a video game she would be one of the people - creatures - that you would have to pass to get at him. He was the boss, the final battle, the head on the spear. And she honestly didn't care. Again, why would she? She wasn't listening to anything he had to say about getting blackmail, because honestly - again - she did not care.

She still wasn't listening on his comment about the phone. Her mind was elsewhere. The torn and tattered fragments, floating off as she thought. She looked around, still as they walked. She picked out faces in the leaves in the trees. She didn't step in the cracks in the sidewalk - though she would have loved to break her mother's back... Her eyes strayed into the clouds. Where she once would have seen bunnies and other fluffy things of an innocent child's mind. Now, she only saw explosives, guns, swords, weapons of destruction. She was no longer an innocent child. How could she be? She wasn't. Not any longer. The only person that might have been able to turn her around didn't know she was alive. James.

He had said something about James...Not knowing she was alive was useful... How she didn't understand. But talking about him made her think about him. Thinking about him ripped her heart out. All she wanted was to run to Arkham. To go to him. To tell him she was alive. Something jumped about in her chest. Could her heart possibly be beating? No... It was too cold for that. Wasn't it? Maybe. How could she still love after everything she had done, or thought of doing, or will do? It did not compute in her mind. How could the fragmented and frayed ends of her conscious place these things together? Her mind was not the same. Her thoughts were altered and she couldn't figure out what was tugging away at the lifeless organ housed in her chest.

She lifted her head up to look at him. Extraordinary... That wasn't the same as being a freak was it? Considering she had spent all of her life trying to prove she was normal, not different. Until now. Now she wanted the world to know how different she was. How violent she could and would become if provoked. The ruthless killer she would become if it was needed. She had already killed the dog catcher. What had stopped her from killing the children when they threw the rock was beyond her. The only reason she hadn't killed this man was that she wasn't interested in two murders in one day, and she was looking for a job with him. A job was what she needed to get her mind off of everything. A job was all she needed. Something where the skills - curses and gifts - she had been suppressing all of her life would finally become useful. A place where she would not be mocked for her powers. A place where she could rip out the throats of whomever tormented her. She quite liked that idea. She could imagine sinking her fangs into flesh again. She could imagine the first gush of crimson blood into her canine mouth. She could almost taste it.

As these thoughts rocketed around in her mind, she closed her eyes, walking forward still. She could almost feel the ground in front of her. Her times as a wolf were heightening her senses. She could visualize the ground in front of her. The distance between the cracks in the sidewalk was imprinted into her mind - this was her favorite spot in the park. She kept walking, not missing a beat. The toes of her shoes stopping just before they would cross the crack in the sidewalk. Two steps to every slab. Her mind was wondering elsewhere. Her other senses taking in the air and the sounds around her. She could feel the change in air current as a bird flew past her head, as well as she could hear it's wing beats. This didn't frighten her. She had spent more time as a wolf than ever before in her life, so she was used to this. She took a soft breath, smelling the musty feather trail the bird had left behind. She shook her head faintly and opened her eyes, the brown dark and somewhat more clear than it had been moments before. She felt new. She felt alive - though her heart was dead. She was a weapon. And a one at that. And now this man could pull the trigger...

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((Woot Woot 881 words! I think this is my longest one yet! And she was kinda silent in this one! Sorry!))

[Michael Smith]

As she hadn't replied to anything he'd said, and honestly the Irishman had no idea what she could have replied with anyway, the elder of the pair went silent. He didn't mind the silence. Silence was usually how he planned things. Silence and his voice floating to himself. He wasn't planning now, though. He had no need to talk to himself. Had he needed to, then it could have happened. He didn't care for everyone else's reactions or thoughts as to his planning habits. Something came out from it at the end and that was all that mattered. He provided a service. That service was one of making plans and occasionally doing the crimes himself. Perhaps he should tell her that. It seemed like a good idea, though she wasn't even an employee until he got his money. It still seemed like a good idea regardless and so, despite keeping his eyes ahead of them as he continued walking casually down a path he wasn't particularly familiar with, Michael began mentally trying to figure out how to word what he was thinking. A job description for the entire group. That seemed to be the most accurate way to label what he was trying to think of. Yes.

"You ought to know," He began, his voice dancing amongst the air as he continued to not look at her. "we provide a service. The little group. The little team. People pay for us to remove people, plan crimes, or do the crimes - whether we plan them or not." Only now did he look at her, barely paying attention to what was in front of them. He didn't need to know what exactly it was, just that it wasn't anything bad. "We rarely kill, but when we do it's worth it." He told her, a cold smirk spreading his lips in what may have been amusement. "And don't touch the bodies without gloves." He added casually, as though safety advice when it came to corpses was completely normal. Well, for Michael and his 'team' it was. He specialised in poisons. Poisons could be on the body or on the skin or inside the body, leaking out. It was a bad idea for people to touch things that could kill them.

After a moment of silence, Michael remembered something very small. A small detail that could easily save her life.

"And don't touch any food that might be laying around our... Fortress." It may have been arrogant, calling the base of operations a 'fortress', but it was true. The Narrows rarely had any bases of operations, but one area in the Narrows did and they were all owned by Michael. Different names, of course. Michael could come up with enough names to buy the entire city if he wanted to, but the want hadn't come up. He could do it on a whim. Maybe not the entire city at once - given that small matter of money - but certainly enough to make a dent. A small dent in the empire. He liked that idea. Might have to happen at some point. "We have a lot of poisons around. Lord knows what those morons leave things in." He stated, rolling his eyes as he remembered one particular person who had actually eaten something that had been poisoned. Well, that had been unfortunate, certainly. Getting rid of the body had been fun, though. They'd dumped it in the nearest river... "Someone touched the food once... Only once. He died." Michael told her bluntly, his hands in his pockets as his gaze passed over anything in front of them as if he wasn't telling someone about an employee being poisoned accidentally...

((Notes: 616 words. Sorry this took so long - Michael was being a little shit about this thread. 'She hasn't spoken! How can I react?!' 'well asshole, how about this?' '... that's quite good.' XD Also sorry that this isn't as long as normal. Shitty Michael is shitty. D: ))

[Alyss Jay Blake]

Alyss nodded as she listened to him speak. It was quite annoying. She lack of enthusiasm in his voice. Though she didn't say anything as she watching everything he did. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not turning her head to look at him as he looked at her. She didn't look as if she was paying attention, but in fact she was. If she had been a wolf, her ears would have been pricked and alert, but she wasn't a wolf. So, naturally the state of her listening remained the same. Not that it mattered. She didn't work for him - yet.

She frowned faintly. If they were using poison, it would mean that she couldn't use her teeth and her claws. That was what she was accustomed to using. She had never killed using a gun or knife. In fact she had only just killed for the first time today. Why should she have to change that? She didn't want to adjust her killing way. Though she had just made a mess of the dog catcher. But, she didn't care. Why on earth would she. She wouldn't not now, nor ever. She hated the fact of it though. If he would force her to kill with blade and bullets rather than fang and claw. She frowned deeply. Though, she wouldn't bring it up to him. She saw no reason to jeopardize her chance at a job she would really enjoy.

Her eyes flashed in amusement at the thought of the man eating poisoned food. That he would be so stupid, knowing the food at this so called fortress was poisoned. Though, in all honesty, she didn't care. One less person for her to worry about on the work force. She didn't need anymore competition at all. Why would she? Her life was complicated enough. She didn't need it anymore so. Who would want more trouble then was needed? Certainly not her. She nodded at him. Her eyes sparked faintly as she looked over at him. "Sounds fun." She grinned before looking away and ahead again. Though the grin remained on her face.

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(Wow...Im sorry haha this is small. Sorry it's not bigger. Ran out of muse.)