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Ysabelle	The streets of Gotham are never a truely safe place. What with crazy super-villains and their ilk adding to the general hubbub of hoods and gangsters that seem to out-weight the general populace two to one. Which is why Ysabelle does her best to only visit when she has a good reason. Like now, when she'd heard that there might be an interesting artifact in one of the local museums. And so, apparently twisting out of thin air to appear on a roof some buildings distance - with an aim to observe. Today the Magus is dressed in a gown of deep carmine, fitted at bust and bodice but with a high neck secured by tiny opal buttons. Her full length skirts flaire lightly at the hips before falling in silk lines to the floor. A deep hood hides all but bone-white chin and lips the colour of black cherries.
Harley Quinn	It's pure coincidence, that the place Ysabelle's looking for, happens to be currently occupied by a bunch of guys dressed like pop-cultures greatest hits making a mess of the place. Harley's heart isn't in this one. It's all about keeping certain people too busy to worry about other upcoming plans, the dimunitive blonde currently perched daintily on a stone bench across the way with a pair of hyenas by her, one sprawled by her feet and the other on the bench next to her. In a black and red bustier, black shorts, fishnets and 'sports heels', there's unlikely any question as to who she is for anyone familiar with Gotham's criminal set, even if she does currently have sunglasses perched on her pert little nose instead of her usual black half-mask. Occasionally one of the men will bring her over a piece for her perusal, the latest a marble bust carried over by a couple of men to be presented to the clown princess of Gotham,"No." is her verdict with a wrinkle of her nose and flick of her fingers, leaving them to drop it uncermoniously at her feet before turning to head back towards the museum again. "No sign of the Bats yet, Lou-lou... or one of his little brats either yet... and no crowns, either! How boring."
Ysabelle	Thieves. She shouldn't have expected better considering the city. The Magician frowns as she watches the event unfold. With a sigh, she pulls a slender phone from a fold in her skirts, several digits later and she's speaking in that calm voice. "Hello? Yes, this is Ysabelle Orion. There appears to be a robbery going on at uh... The Second National Museum in Gotham? I have no idea, they're wearing masks..." A long pause. "Actually I'm just a consultant. Yes I did help with the bank robbery..." Another long pause. "No Officer, I am not a super hero." Another pause and she adds; "Yes, a good day to you too Officer." And then the phone is clicked off and replaced. Her civic duty done, it's now time for her Arcane duty instead. Fingers twist into an uncomfortable looking pattern as she utters several syllables that cause the magician to twist in on herself again, vanishing with a soft -pop!- as air rushes in to fill the vacuum where her body had once been. Only to be forced out of a spot not ten feet from the Crazy Kook and her pups. To the side, but in eyeshot - no need to cause a panic. "Excuse me, miss? You wouldn't happen to have seen a brown marble disc, about so big, with runes on?" She holds her hands about a foot apart, a small smile on her lips.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn rolls her head in the direction of the voice with a smile of delight that fades when she realizes that it's not one of the people that she was hoping for. The one by her foot gets one stiletto'd boot placed on him in an unspoken 'down, boy' as she lowers her glasses to peer over them at Ysabelle,"An' who are you s'posed to be lady?" she asks rather than answer the question, bobbing a foot with pent up energy as she strokes the hyena next to her like an oversized pussy cat,"Y'some new kind of hero, are you?" she adds on curiously.
Ysabelle	The woman shakes her head gently, creating a series of soft chimes from within the confines of her hood. "A consultant only. Unless there's more uh..." The woman trails off, how do you tell what appears to be some form of crime boss that she's not /dangerous/ enough for Ysabelle to feel the need to step in? Answer, you don't. "I deal in the Arcane." She says instead. "A collector you might say, and I have reason to believe that something in there might interest me." No need to say why, or how. Not yet anyway. A glance is spared for the heaped antiques next to Harley's bench. Thankfully her wince is hidden. "I am Miss Orion, by what name should I address you?"
Harley Quinn	Probably best, given Harley's likely reaction to the idea that someone considers her too /small/ to deal with. Vanity, thy name is Harley,"Ohhh, /really/? A mystical collector, huh?" she nudges the hyena on the bench,"Down you go Lou-lou. Make room." and once the reluctant beast hops down she pets the bench,"Magic, mumbo jumbo... 's all just sleight of hand and people who trick themselves into believing it... but how's about you come sit here with me... and maybe my boys will bring your toy out." she suggests with a too bright smile and the offer of her hand,"Harley Quinn... you can call me Harley."
Ysabelle	Well that was a turn up she hadn't expected. Taking the hand, she shakes it with her own. "Then you should call me Ysabelle." The other woman offers, reaching up with her free hand to remove her hood as she sits. With nothing in the way, it's easy to see dark coppery eyeshadow applied above those gem-like turquoise eyes. And the source of the chimes are also revealed, her hair being up in a fishtail braide that has dozens of small golden charms that jingle and chime as her head moves. "You're not a believer then?" She asks, settling down on the space provided, even giving the beast a pat if it doesn't just growl at her. Well trained animals are well trained after all. She has a feeling they only bite on command... But not enough of one to test it too far. "It's a pleasure to meet you Harley, if an unexpected one." And still her face is smooth serenity, as if this were just another normal day.
Harley Quinn	Bud and Lou like Harley... and they kinda sorta like Joker, but everyone else? Lunch, at least to judge from the slavering eagerness with which the hyena watches that hand before being lectured by the tiny blond with,"Lou! Bad! Go on, go find a squirrel or something. Both of you." and points off in the direction of some trees. The next thing brought over for her perusal is a painting. No doubt on the far side of a hundred years old, but apparently not something that interests her given the way she turns her nose up at it, turning her attention to Ysabelle as she settles,"Lady, I do magic every day." but the quiet adamance of Ysabelle's words has her blue eyes turning sly. "You're pretty brave... most people 'round here wouldn't come up and say hi... but I like that. So your little shiny thing... what do you think it's going to do for you?" she asks, content to bounce her leg where they're crossed at the knee as she questions.
Ysabelle	Ysabelle smiles softly, knowingly. "Nothing really. Or at least, I have no intention of using it." She watches the painting get piled with the other objects'du'arte that are being turned down by the brightly dressed criminal. "It's rumoured to be able to open a door to a very bad place." She waves one hand dismissively; "One of those, eternal hell type places with the unspeakable horrors..." And again, they might as well just be talking about the weather as far as her tone changes. "But thank you for the compliment Harley. I could say the same of you, it's rare that the Mastermind would wait outside the building waiting for police to arrive. Isn't the normal way to be in and out as quickly as possible?"
Harley Quinn	"Aren't they all?" Harley asks of her,"I mean, whenever someone talks about super scary mystical objects it's always it's going to murder you in seven days unless you can pat your head and rub your belly while hopping on one foot... or send you to some terrible hell dimension or something." there's the roll of her eyes as she pushes her glasses back up her nose, only to squeal as /finally/ one of the guys brings out some battered gold circlet that apparently gets to go on her head for the moment. "Oh this is all just shopping for Mistah J's birthday... an' you can tell them that... when they arrive. I already set up a surprise for them but see I've still got this /letter/ that I need to give and Batsy just doesn't wanna return my calls." the letter in question is collected from the bench,"But you'll give it to them, wont you? Make sure they know it's for Batsy... I'd so hate for him to miss the party."
Ysabelle	"You want me to wait here for the police?" That does get a raised brow if nothing else. "Answering all the questions as to why I didn't try to stop you and then I'd imagine they'll want me to sit in one of those horrid little rooms..." She seems to consider it for long moments before affecting the smallest of shrugs - more a gentle rolling of her shoulders. "Alright. If your gentlemen find the disc for me, then I will deliver your letter. That seems a fair engagement." And after all, she's not about to stay in an interview room for any longer than is absolutely neccessary. It's not like they can hold her. "But not everything magical is demonic either..." She really is having a conversation now, mind following the avenues that Harley opens for discussion. "For instance..." She raises her hands, splayed so that forefingers and thumbs touch, but none others. Her lips move in apparent 'mumbo jumbo' as flows of Earth and Air skim the edges of Harley's crown, flaking away several centuries of dirt and grime. When she's finished, the circlet is pristine as the day it was made. Of course, the clown princess will need to remove it to see. It had all taken only ten seconds or so, but finishes with a soft - almost maternal smile, and a gesture towards Harley's new crown. "See?"
Harley Quinn	"Well, I could tie you up, or hit you with a mallet... orrrrrr... I have some smilex with me... but y'know... Bats just wedges his panties up further and goes into super brood mode and even though it would get him there... he'd be no fun /at all/." Harley beckons one of the men over and says,"Now I want a disc. It's got some funny pictures on it, and it's brown. Just the disc. Go on then." she elects to order them. There's the calculation in those blue eyes for the mumbo jumbo, head tilted and an indulgent smile etched on her face. The kind of too toothy one that the men seem to take as sign that the boss lady is perhaps treading a careful line. But at the gesture she does remove the crown to take a look at it with a small 'eee' of delight,"Oh that's much better. He's going to love it... after all, what's a birthday without a birthday hat, huh?"
Ysabelle	"Precisely." Ysabelle agrees, glad to be moving away from talk of being hit with a mallet or dosed with whatever this smilex is. "A gift fit for a King no less." She adds as an afterthought. A hand is held out for the envelope as Harley seems to be following through on her end of the bargain. "I'm to hand this to the police? And tell them it's for 'the Bats'? Is that correct?" Best to clarify in these situations, the young looking magician isn't in the habit of breaking her word. She'll wait until Harley answers either way, before setting the letter down beside her on the bench. "Of course, best I make sure the disc is out of the way before they get here..." Her head turns to look down the road. "How long is their normal response time anyway?" After all, the clock /is/ ticking...
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn passes over the letter,"Yep. They know who Batsy is. Tall, dark, broody, big ears... and totally boring." there's an exagerrated yawn from her,"Oh don't worry. We've got plenty of stuff to keep them busy. But why is it that you're not scared? Most people... they run and hide but not you. So either you're really brave, or really crazy. I mean... crazier than just believing in magic." yes, even with the demonstration, is she that willfully blind? Or perhaps simply probing in her own round-about kind of way.
Ysabelle	"I'd like to think I've not turned crazy yet..." Ysabelle opines with a light laugh, "Though I suppose I /do/ believe in magic, though I'm not sure that's enough to Commit anyone these days..." She takes a moment to smooth her skirts again, adjusting them as she considers the question. "Though I don't see myself as paritcularly brave either..." Another one of those rolling-shoudlered shrugs. "Perhaps I am just ignorant of the danger I'm in? You seem a woman of passion and conviction, if I do not get in your way, I see no reason for you to get in mine." There, basic truth normally suffices in these situations.
Harley Quinn	"They'll commit people for just about anything these days." Harley insists, perhaps a little biased in her outlook when it comes to such things,"And you're right... well, fair enough, pretty much. Not that most people are willing to take the chance either way." there's a couple of her henches trotting up with something that probably looks familiar to Ysabelle at least, which is good considering the sound of sirens in the distance. "Bugsy, do see to it they're busy a while longer, yes?" Harley requests as she rises to her feet, settling her hands on her hips to watch the Jokerz approach with the dial. It looks like a bit of nothing, to her, not something that catches her attention overly for all she slants a look Ysabelle's way,"That the one?"
Ysabelle	Ysabelle stands as her odd hostess does. As much from propriety as to see the disc better. Brown marble? Check, ancient sanscrit writing, check... Her senses reach out, then pull back a second later at the sense of /wrongness/ about the artifact. "This is indeed the one." Her hand does reach out to skim the surface as the two goons hold it before them, causing the stone to shimmer and ripple. A single word is all it takes for the thing to vanish with a soft -pop- of inrushing air again. The two Jokerz stare down at their hands without comprehension, before looking to Harley for guidence. "And now our accord is in effect." She turns, collecting the letter - even leaving her back to the lunatic behind her...
Harley Quinn	"Fancy." there's a calculating look towards the other womans back as she contemplates the vanishing stone. One of the goons reaches for his gun and gets a headshake,"Bud... Lou... come on baby's... let's leave her to go and chat with Gotham's finest... we have more shopping to do before Mistah J's birthday. Maybe sometime we'll hafta stop by and say hello to Miss Ysabelle later!" because that totally bodes well, right? Especially as the thieves begin to bundle out of the outfit into nearby cars the one known as Bugsy brings up a detonator towards Harley, who aims it like a garage door opener in the direction of the museum to push the button. Men all clear? Not like the clown princess is particularly worried, the idea is a nice, earth-shattering kaboom. Henchmen who aren't fast enough get to join the masterpiece.
Ysabelle	There's a small, almost maternal smile on the magus' face as she turns to present her front to the crazy artist once more. A small test perhaps? Either way, as her eyes fall on the remote, so too do her lips thin slightly. Already walking a fine line, her mind quickly works through options, discarding each until... With her hands behind her back (one holding the letter), it's a simple series of somantic movements that drains the charge from the batteries in the remote, discarding the energy into the Earth rather than use it anywhere else. With that done though, she waits with what appears an air of expectation on that cooly calm visage of hers.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn presses the button. And then frowns. And then presses it harder, and frowns more. Then she starts slapping the box and jams both thumbs down on it and there's still no earth-shattering kaboom. The little blond gets increasingly irate until she shrieks,"BUGSY!" in a fit of pique, and when the poor hapless 'lieutenant' turns around, it's with unerring aim that she fires it off at his face before stomping in the direction of the cars,"I ought to make you stay here and set it off YOURSELF. In fact... you! You there! Go and turn it on. Now." It's not like the guy is too stupid to realize that doing so is just straight up suicide from the sheet white he turns or the way he starts frantically looking in the direction of Bugsy for help. Which only seems to annoy Harley more to judge from the way she grabs for Bugsy's gun. Apparently 'shot by Harley' is worse than the alternative, given the way he hurry's off towards the building and she pivots back to offer Ysabelle a cheery wave,"See ya magic lady! Y'might not wanna stand too close."
Ysabelle	That poor man, but then, live by the sword die by the sword. An entire building of history balances out against the life of a single man. Still, it's not something she'd have chosen and as the other guy runs off to his apparent doom - she's already working out ways to stop him from reaching that button - even if he wasn't about to head straight out the back of the museum... After all, he'd heard the Penguin was hiring... For herself, Ysabelle gives the princess of comedy a nod and starting to walk to the other side of the street as the gang folks get into their vehicles and pull away in a series of whoops, cheers and guns fired into the air. The magician sighs, tapping the envelope against one palm lightly as she awaits the police... And the inevitable questions.