Karrin Murphy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whatfriendsdo) wrote2012-07-14 05:48 pm
whatfriendsdo) wrote2012-07-14 05:48 pm
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NINJAMEME MASTERPOST 8|
I have nothing to say here DEAL W/I.
[And because Bruce speaks fluent mmpph, he answers directly instead of asking her to clarify.]
I've done some digging. There are currently nineteen active 'Knights of the Blackened Denarius', of thirty. A priest is the custodian of the others - an interesting choice, by the way.
[He doesn't have a lot of faith in priests. At least not the ones in Gotham, not unless they've proven themselves.]
Anything else I should know?
[He could have just asked her for the details, but he's always preferred to do his own legwork. Even if most of this was done digitally.]
I've done some digging. There are currently nineteen active 'Knights of the Blackened Denarius', of thirty. A priest is the custodian of the others - an interesting choice, by the way.
[He doesn't have a lot of faith in priests. At least not the ones in Gotham, not unless they've proven themselves.]
Anything else I should know?
[He could have just asked her for the details, but he's always preferred to do his own legwork. Even if most of this was done digitally.]
Father Forthill is a good man. He's put his life on the line for me and my people more than once - he puts his life on the line every day just hanging on to the coins.
[She stretches until he back gives a little click. Murphy gives Bruce a little sideways glance, amusement twinkling across her face.] Did you find out anything about the Holy Swords?
[She stretches until he back gives a little click. Murphy gives Bruce a little sideways glance, amusement twinkling across her face.] Did you find out anything about the Holy Swords?
[His expression is wry. He sees that amusement, Murphy. Did you honestly think he wouldn't find out as much information as possible in as short a time?]
Some. The Excalibur connection was a little obvious. I have a... [he doesn't use the word 'friend'] an ally from that time period who would recognize it on a more personal level.
[The problem with Bruce is that he has an alarming tendency to find credence in the most awful stories, and is only ever skeptical of the positive ones.]
The other two-- well. History is full of stories based on magic objects. Swords have always been popular paraphernalia, and most myths are rooted in some semblance of fact. I wouldn't rely on them personally, but I'm--
[-'disturbingly self aware'-]
Difficult like that.
Some. The Excalibur connection was a little obvious. I have a... [he doesn't use the word 'friend'] an ally from that time period who would recognize it on a more personal level.
[The problem with Bruce is that he has an alarming tendency to find credence in the most awful stories, and is only ever skeptical of the positive ones.]
The other two-- well. History is full of stories based on magic objects. Swords have always been popular paraphernalia, and most myths are rooted in some semblance of fact. I wouldn't rely on them personally, but I'm--
[-'disturbingly self aware'-]
Difficult like that.
Amoracchius, Esperacchius, and Fidelacchius. Love, hope, and faith. [And the greatest of these is love. She smiles a little.] There's no 'semblance' involved, Bruce. They are what they are. Excaliber, Durendal, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. Whatever you want to call them. Dresden's current theory is that the wielders have all descended from royalty, or something, which seems kind of sketchy to me.
[She plucks at the hem of the shirt she's wearing.] I've been offered Fidelacchius twice. The swords aren't just tools. They're a calling. One you have to be willing to die for.
[Murphy clears her throat, realizing with an uncomfortable little jolt how much she's thought about the weapons and her steadfast refusal to pick one up.] They're not something to rely on, in any case.
[She plucks at the hem of the shirt she's wearing.] I've been offered Fidelacchius twice. The swords aren't just tools. They're a calling. One you have to be willing to die for.
[Murphy clears her throat, realizing with an uncomfortable little jolt how much she's thought about the weapons and her steadfast refusal to pick one up.] They're not something to rely on, in any case.
Safer than other options. [She does wriggle her fingers between his now.] Mostly.
[Eyebrow.] So when do I get to do a ride-along in the Batmobile?
[Eyebrow.] So when do I get to do a ride-along in the Batmobile?
[That earns a squinted glare.] You think I can't?
I think you might have to start small. The Batsidecar.
[He might be grinning. Just a little.
It's funny how fast she's gotten under his skin. Bruce and Batman aren't allowed to overlap. After Jezebel-- it was almost impossible to allow it. But something about Murphy makes it easy.
Easy is dangerous in his line of work. He should be careful about that. But that can come later. Being lost in time has put his life in some measure of perspective that he didn't have before.]
[He might be grinning. Just a little.
It's funny how fast she's gotten under his skin. Bruce and Batman aren't allowed to overlap. After Jezebel-- it was almost impossible to allow it. But something about Murphy makes it easy.
Easy is dangerous in his line of work. He should be careful about that. But that can come later. Being lost in time has put his life in some measure of perspective that he didn't have before.]
Are you implying something? [SAY THE WORD 'SMALL' AGAIN, BRUCE. SHE DARES YOU. His middle knuckle gets a mostly-affectionate bite.] Keep digging and I'll be the one driving, mister.
You wouldn't be able to.
[No, really. He means that. The Batmobile is voice-print activated, with broad-spectrum DNA sequencing. No one can even get close to it without activating its defenses, unless they know its - and by extension Bruce's own - tricks.]
[No, really. He means that. The Batmobile is voice-print activated, with broad-spectrum DNA sequencing. No one can even get close to it without activating its defenses, unless they know its - and by extension Bruce's own - tricks.]
[Her glare is brief and - mostly - insincere. Dresden has accustomed her to the idea that there are in fact things she simply can't do. It still chafes, even when it's stated completely without dismissal, or said with a total lack of challenge in the words. Murphy is competitve. Ferociously. She wouldn't be good at her job otherwise - she wouldn't be alive, if she weren't so driven to be useful.]
I'll hijack one of those fancy sports cars and tailgate you all the way through Gotham.
[.....she does not, however, accept her limitations gracefully.]
I'll hijack one of those fancy sports cars and tailgate you all the way through Gotham.
[.....she does not, however, accept her limitations gracefully.]
Edited 2012-07-29 05:00 (UTC)
Just don't touch the McLaren.
[He kisses her cheek, the gesture almost chaste but hardly naive in its chastity, and moves to get up. There's a telltale signal visible through the window. Gotham's own nightlight, made to chase away the monsters.]
Duty calls. Will you be all right here?
[He kisses her cheek, the gesture almost chaste but hardly naive in its chastity, and moves to get up. There's a telltale signal visible through the window. Gotham's own nightlight, made to chase away the monsters.]
Duty calls. Will you be all right here?
[She tightens her grip on his hand, fleeting enough to give him pause but not enough to stop him if he moves away.]
I mean it. About the ride-along.
I mean it. About the ride-along.
Another night.
[It's not hard or outright dismissal. He's seen what she can do. For someone who hasn't been training for this life twelve hours a day since she was pre-pubescent, he has no doubt she could do the job. But she needs training, a uniform. All things he insists on for people who want to run in his turf. Onyx is the only one he tolerates using her real name and face, and that's due to her connection to the League.]
[It's not hard or outright dismissal. He's seen what she can do. For someone who hasn't been training for this life twelve hours a day since she was pre-pubescent, he has no doubt she could do the job. But she needs training, a uniform. All things he insists on for people who want to run in his turf. Onyx is the only one he tolerates using her real name and face, and that's due to her connection to the League.]
[She lets go, slowly. His turf, his rules. She knows that. But she hates to sit by in a mansion while he's out there fighting in the street.
Her problem. Not his.]
Promise me.
Her problem. Not his.]
Promise me.
[She doesn't quite look at him as she answers, her focus instead on the oven and its contents.]
He's my boss. [That's not an explanation for anyone who doesn't know her. Murphy grunts again.] I don't want favors.
He's my boss. [That's not an explanation for anyone who doesn't know her. Murphy grunts again.] I don't want favors.
[Murphy rearranges, exposing the injury and trying to keep the rest of herself covered with the cape. She keeps one hand pressed against the edge of the wound. Her fingers feel slightly numb.] I told you, I've had worse.
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