[Location: The Boundary to the Northern Zone] [Visual]

[personaldemon]

The tablet broadcast pings to everyone, showing... nothing.

Or rather, showing a blank, flat grayness, like mist, except with nothing on the other side to see.

"This is Jason Blood," says Blood's voice, flat and neutral as it usually is. "Has anyone yet attempted passage through this... fog?"

He moves the tablet as he speaks, and comes into the camera's feed himself. He's standing at the edge of it, on the bridge that crosses the river between this district and the rest of the city, a few feet from the mist. He's dressed for the winter cold, and his breath steams slightly as he surveys the wall of blankness before him.

Comments

[threelivesdown]

"Huh. How about that."

Selina frowns at bit at the whole not actually being eaten by the thick fog. Yeah, she's ignoring him and... whatever that comment was supposed to mean.

[personaldemon]

(He ignores her ignoring him.)

"Quite the conundrum, isn't it. A pity Gotham's particular puzzle-solver isn't here. I'm sure he would be performing all sorts of deductive measurements upon an impenetrable fog."

[threelivesdown]

"Oh, he'd probably have done that all already and would now be devising how to get in already," Selina says. It is matter of fact. Is is not at all casting aspersions on your ability.

[personaldemon]

"How unfortunate that we mere mortals don't have the good fortune of his presence."

Except that he, of course, is not mortal. Nor does he regard Wayne with particular awe, but that is neither here nor there.

[threelivesdown]

There is a soft snort from Selina at that,"Of course. I'm sure you feel exactly like that."

[personaldemon]

"Is there something I may help you with, Miss Kyle? If not, I have work I can be doing."

He paces back and forth before the wall of mist, moving with unconscious restlessness. Etrigan is very bored.

[threelivesdown]

"Get to it then. I wasn't the one who started the conversation."

Selina's amused by Jason and his... well, impatience? He seems a bit more snappish than normal - if that is even possible. Maybe someone is upset about high school?

[personaldemon]

"As you say," is the short, clipped answer. Selina is definitely not imagining the increased amount of snappishness.

The feed cuts out with another press of a button, not even his usual quasi-civil, if stiff, goodbye.