taxonomites | o1o ♠ if you wanna play dirty darling [ visual ] [ filtered against the doctor ]

"Good morning, Taxon." Crisp British diction and smooth French enunciation and it must be the Countess of Gatas, sober in dark, deep blue and holding a china teacup in both hands as she sits down at her husband's desk, dwarfed by the masculine surroundings designed for a man much, much larger than she is but soothed by the authority of it.

Some few days have passed since the bomb threat, and as the city returns to an equilibrium it seems to her eye that there's no time to waste. She sips her tea as she briefly scans the notes she's had transcribed, and then begins. "My name is Lady Petrana, and I am the Countess of Gatas. The Doctor is presently incarcerated in the Alcione dungeons of my home. We have been poorly organized here in the city, and to my eye we're now paying for it. First of all I propose that those of you most closely involved with the capture of the Doctor meet with me here at Gatas; I am his jailer and I'd appreciate being kept aware of how we will continue to handle this matter. Some of you may have seen the gates of Gatas open in the past- they are now closed. They will remain so. Visitors who are not expected will not be permitted within the grounds without a very good reason until such time as I am no longer acting as prison mistress."

A beat passes; Petra takes another sip of tea.

"A committee of some sort seems to be our best - if not our only - option, but to begin with it may be easiest to meet with those involved in smaller groups. I greatly, greatly admire how well we've all pulled together for this, but with so many involved we'll be better served having some sense of organization before we attempt to wargame the situation."

In closing, Petra looks directly at the tablet and smiles radiantly. "I am so proud of you all. The feats of bravery, kindness and keen intellect on that day are well worthy of the knights that I have given my loyalty and love; I can pay no higher compliment. Thank you."

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He leaves the UV bomb on the table - he's only made a few, and he thinks that he'll only need to fiddle with one or two more before the image is solid enough in his head to trust replicating them with a hatch. Hopefully they (and nothing else he's come up with) won't ever need to be used.

"I'm sure Dr. Yilmaz put in recording devices," he muses, because... Leila. After a pause, he continues: "My observations of the man have been that he's very technically smart - to have crafted what he did - but he seems somewhat unfortunately insane." It's almost sad; the way he talks, the way he holds himself. It just doesn't match up with what he's done, and the erratic way he doesn't seem to hear what people are saying to him.

"It almost seems as if he'd have to be," Petra sighs, although she knows that's not necessarily the case. It is, instead, frankly the best case scenario. "I'll make the attempt, but if he won't listen reasonably, I don't intend to waste my time arguing with him about his own safety."

It's almost a pity the Doctor is less directly combative. He could do with getting his ass kicked.

Oh, well.

"I wish you luck," Bruce says, wry half-smile on his face. "I wasn't kidding about him having a mouth on him." Guy just does not know when to stop talking.

"I've spent the majority of my life with sailors and knights," she says, wryly, touching her temple. "You'd be astonished at my capacity for patience. Frankly, I'm astonished by it."

"I hope that I haven't tried yours any," he says, sounding amused. "You're a formidable woman, Lady Petrana."

"I know your kind, too, Master Wayne," she says, blandly, and this formidable woman isn't just saying so. "And you're not wholly unwelcome."

If she truly does, well, then - there's more everyone else should be worried about. Bruce stands, taking his jacket with him, and bows his head again, polite.

"Thank you for your time, Countess. I hope that we'll meet in the future over less headache inducing business."

"I hope so, too. Thank you for being such a level-head in all of this."

"Well all do our best."

His level head is hard won; he walked away from the Doctor because he knew he had to. Just thinking about it gives him flashes of unease deep inside, guilt and pain connected to something far disconnected from this place and all its woes.

"I hope your day is a peaceful one."

o1o ♠ if you wanna play dirty darling [ visual ] [ filtered against the doctor ]

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