1557/Your Way

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Your Way
Date of Scene: 19 July 2017
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Shiva agrees to follow Dr. Mid-Nite's rules. This time.
Cast of Characters: Lady Shiva, 1061




Lady Shiva has posed:
    It has been some time since she spoke with the good doctor. She recently had spoken with an old ally. That talk had led to her compromising. It left a bad taste in her mouth but she had agreed so she would stick to her word. Even if she didn't understand the reasons for it. Honor demanded it. She even had chosen to not upset the doctor by showing up at his clinic again. That had not gone over as well as it might have. He was a very strange man.
    Instead, she left a message for him. Simple and to the point. "Meet me. Where we first met." The name Shiva was left with the message, taken down by a woman on the telephone and passed to the doctor when it was convenient.
    Upon the rooftop, she waits. She is standing near the edge, eyes on the distant skyline, thoughts musing over the situation. Her instincts drive her one way. Her allies choose another. Perhaps she will find greater understanding by following their path. Perhaps not.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    It's from a high cloud bank that he arrives, dropping down and his cape flaring into a faint glide that braces him from the descent. Hard to see him at first, he's little more than a faint spot of darkness against the night sky that blots out the occasional star behind him. Then his silhouette grows as he descends, growing...
    And then he's landing on the far side of the rooftop from her, right on time and rising back up from the crouch he had settled into, his cape flaring around him. To his full height he turns his head to the side, considering the area. Of course Shiva was the first thing he noticed, but then he finds nothing else.
    A few steps carry him towards her and he says, "Here I am."

Lady Shiva has posed:
    At first, she didn't even notice but something made her turn. An oddity in the sky. Then she notices the darkness blacking out the stars before he comes into sight. This is something she did now know he could do and it is filed away. What other surprises does the doctor have hidden under that cape. She does glance around momentarily, searching for his flying sidekick.
    Upon his landing, she turns more fully to face him. She is dressed much as she had been on their first meeting, right down to her trenchcoat. Tonight, her hands are in the pockets. A way to remind herself that she is taking a path which won't involve using those instruments of death. Not that they would be used in meeting with the costumed hero. It is more a mental reminder for herself.
    "I had information to share in regards to your investigation." No chit chat, no how's work. She gets right down to business. "Not the investigation itself. I leave that to you and your allies who are better suited to obtaining such. "

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    "That's good, I could use it." He steps towards her and his footsteps are light in the gravel surface of the rooftop. The Doctor turns his head to the side, canting his head a touch as he seems to focus past her shoulder for a time, but then adjusts his head to face her directly. "I have narrowed it down to one person whom they seem to be using. But the location is still a stickler."
    That having been said he steps past her, walking towards the edge of the roof. To her he is just standing there a moment. But for him he is listening to the movement far off, watching the faint silhouettes of the few people walking up and down the way, his senses picking them out for his damaged optic nerves, creating the imagery in a mind crippled and compensating.
    Turning back he lifts his chin. "Spill it." Then there's a beat as he most likely earns a look for that and so he adds, "Please."

Lady Shiva has posed:
    There is no look from her. It isn't rude to be expeditious. Despite what some people think.
    Shiva pulls one of her hands out of her pockets. He will hear the sound of the gravel as she turns, keeping him in view. "I have a friend in Gotham. A fighter and a hero, like yourself. He even shares some of your morals, believing that others should not be killed unnecessarily." Her tone says how little she thinks of that point of view. "He and I do not agree on the definition of necessity. Much like you and I. I told him of your investigation. He has contacts in the police department. He has offered to liaison for you."
    She draws her other hand out of her pocket. Likely he senses when she holds out her hand, palm up. Atop it is a cell phone. It's a cheap model, a burner that isn't traceable. Nothing spectacular but it will allow for calls or texting as desired.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    The burner is accepted after a brief moment of him turning his head slightly. He gives her a nod, and then reaches out with a gauntlet to accept the small electronic marvel, pocketing in the belt at his waist. He frowns slightly and turns his head to the side, "I'll contact him, that could be useful."
    But then he steps towards her and he lifts a hand, "May I approach?" He asks of her, waiting until he receives an answer one way or another. If she agrees he'll take the last few steps to stand in front of her. He starts to pull off the glove of his left hand, fingers first, then thumb until it slides free. He places it behind his belt at his hip and then lifts that hand gently towards the side of her neck faintly.
    "Would you please repeat after me?"
    Again he waits for her agreement and then he says, "The hungry purple dinosaur ate the kind, zingy fox, the jabbering crab, and the mad whale and started vending and quacking."

Lady Shiva has posed:
    Once he takes the phone, her hands go back into her pockets. "He is called The Question," she offers as he tucks the phone away. "It goes with his inquisitive nature. I believe he will be of benefit to you."
    As he steps closer, her hands are removed from the pockets to hang loosely at her sides. Nothing threatening in her manner, she simply does so instinctively. At his request, she gives a nod. Although he cannot see, she knows he will have sensed the motion somehow. Closer yet, coming to within a range that puts him in her personal space. Her instincts tell her to step back, to move away. She remains still. His hand moves up toward her neck.
    All is well until he spouts off gibberish and wants her to repeat it. "Excuse me?" Not really what he was hoping to hear probably.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    "Which of us here has the medical degree?" The Doctor says as he touches those fingertips to the side of her neck and turns his head a little away from her as he listens to the sounds of her voice. "Now say it with me. The hungry purple dinosaur ate the kind, zingy fox, the jabbering crab, and the mad whale and started vending and quacking."

Lady Shiva has posed:
    That earns the frown. Yet, she does as he has asked. "The hungry purple dinosau...I feel like an idiot," she adds before she continues again, taking a breath and quoting. "The hungry purple dinosaur ate the kind, zingy fox, the jabbering crab, and the mad whale and started vending and quacking." She watches his face as she is speaking. After she is done, she continues. "I do not believe this has anything to do with a medical degree. It certainly has no place in the healing arts I have studied."

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    "No, it wouldn't." He frowns, "Have you been exposed to any chemicals of late? Inhalants? Anything airborne?" The Doctor draws his hand back and seems antsy, as if he had an inkling about something but wasn't able to pursue it at the moment.
    "It could be nothing, but I'd like to listen to your lungs. I know chances are you won't let me take a listen while we're in the field, and I doubt you'd agree to a quick check up in my ship. So why don't you come by the clinic in the morning?"
    He steps back and then starts to pull on his glove again. "If you want. If not, fine."

Lady Shiva has posed:
    "I have been exposed to nothing," Shiva says simply, watching him with a mix of confusion and annoyance. As he puts back on his glove, she remains as she was with her hands at her sides. "And there is no reason for you to listen to my lungs. I do not know what is driving you to this request but I shall not submit to an examination."
    She turns, taking a few steps toward the edge of the roof, dismissing his antics as being something not worthy of concern.

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    "Alright, forget I brought it up." But his brow furrows a little as he looks after her when she moves towards the edge of the roof. He taps the pocket where he stowed the burner and nods after her. "I'll give your friend a call."
    Yet with her glance she can read the man as easily as a book left open to a particular page labelled 'Concern.' It's all in the furrowed features, the slight shift if his stance. A concern that is there and that he is perhaps embarrassed about as on some level he knows it might be nothing. But what if it is? But he suppresses it and just gives a nod.
    "I'll let you know what we find and if I get a location of where they're keeping this mutant person, I'll contact you."

Lady Shiva has posed:
One thing about Shiva, she seeks to understand. She understands that drive in others. Turning, she reads the concern in the doctor. It resonates with her.
    "I will come to your assistance when you wish. I want to find the ones behind this and ..." She hesitates, her hands tightening in her pockets. "Help bring them to the authorities." Her confession that she is trying to do things his way. To not eliminate the targets when everything in her screams to do so. His way is that of healing, not death. The Question believes in justice, even if the people in question deserve the death she is so willing to give them. "I will follow your lead."
    She glances off to the distance. A thought being weighed. "If you wish to examine me, I will allow it. Tonight or tomorrow."

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    "Alright." The Doctor gives a nod in her direction even as he seems to be listening at times intently to her words. A moment of silence lingers between them then he straightens up and says, "I need to get back." He lifts a hand, jerking his thumb in the general direction to the West. "I'll be at the office regular hours tomorrow." He does rarely sleep after all.
    Another pause between them then he says, "Til then." And with that he turns and starts to move towards the edge of the rooftop, lifting a grapple line from his waist, aiming it... and firing.
    A few moments later and he's gone.