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[peachykean]

Dun dah dah duuuun~ ♫

[ It'd been an hour or two since she'd arrived. Barbara had wandered around Genessia City for some time, just observing the place with a sense of wonder. The quiet humming had come about when she'd walked by a dress shop and saw just the loveliest dress. It really was too bad. She smiled and tilted her head slightly. Not ending up in a coma again was probably for the best and the jailbait at the gate made it sound like it wasn't likely she was going to be seeing good old Jim any time soon anyhow. No Jim, no Tabitha. Not even a Butch to play with. This place was boring already.

She turns on her heel to face the nearest person, a smile plastered to her face that seemed just a little off. Not insincere, of course. She seemed legitimately excited all things considered. ]

Hi. Yes, you. Hello, I'm Barbara. Do you mind helping a girl out?

[ There are a lot more things to get acquainted with than the rules and regulations if you want to be comfortable, starting with the people. ]

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[black_black_heart]

Mmmmmaybe~

[Tannusen had paused near the storefront too, he himself dressed mostly in white.]

That depends on the type of help you want, doesn't it?

[peachykean]

[ There weren't many people who carried themselves in a way that seemed to remind her of a special someone. A special dead someone as it turns out not all predators survive long-term (though betting against Jim Gordon was definitely his mistake in Barbara's eyes). Still, it was a familiar sense she got from the man, which made her more comfortable- likely the opposite effect it would have on most people. ]

That depends on what kind of help you have. I'm new here. Trying to figure out who's in charge- not those Guardians which, by the way, on the nose much with the title? [ She makes like she's about to gag, but stops, a more serious expression on her face- though still not quite serious so much as demanding. ] I don't mean who brought us here either. I mean who's in charge of the streets, who's the one you don't want to cross?

[black_black_heart]

Ohhh, the sort of question asked by few and far between.

[The tiger-turned-man has his black-gloved hands in his trouser pockets. He takes them out to tick people off on his fingers.]

Let's see... we have literal Dracula in Everglade, and rumor has it we have the actual devil... somewhere. There's a bunch of priests with some very un-priestly tendencies... especially that dark-haired one who bums around in bunny slippers. There's a fellow named Sun Wukong who I've never seen, but he owns a lot of things, and the same goes for that Weiss Schnee lady from the hologram.

No organized crime that I've seen. Nothing memorable, anyway. No gangs, or mobsters that I've seen...

Oh,

[Tannusen pauses, and smiles as though he'd forgotten.]

...and then there's myself, of course.

[peachykean]

Groovy. That means there's an opening.

[ Less work for her if she doesn't have to climb over anyone to get her way. Though she's less organized crime and more.. everyone give me nice things and we all stay happy. Organized crime is just how Gotham works, so she works within it. ]

So do any of those people actually do anything or are they just rich and existent? And what are you supposed to be?

[ Just gotta check. ]

[black_black_heart]

From what I've seen, they just exist and are rich. As for what I'm supposed to be?

[Tannusen considers the question, and then laughs. There's something off about his upper and lower canines. It's impossible to place, the slipped seeming making the veil between his mortal guise and his real form a bit too thin there.]

Hungry, at present. Let's just say, once the shop-keep disappears in a few minutes, you're free to take whatever you want, and no one will be the wiser. He doesn't even have cameras rolling. Have fun!

[With that, he pushes open the door to the shop with the pretty dress, and makes his way casually for the owner. The predator aura is more than just a feeling, it's in his gait, in the casual way he saunters around the counter and drapes an arm around the stranger's shoulders. He's like... well, a big cat.]

[A big, hungry cat.]

[Tannusen casually leads the shopkeep into a back room, and then the pair of them somehow vanish entirely from the premises, if Barbara even bothers to check.]

[peachykean]

[ She waits and watches, even having trailed behind to see what happened to them- if he'd actually done something fun, that might've been more exciting. He seems more like a petty criminal that likes showing off to her than anyone with actual vision, or brains. Who just shows off an ability like that to someone they've known for five seconds? The police must be terrible here not to have caught him yet. Either way, he's not someone to fall in line with, just someone good to be aware of. She had wanted to know who actually had power- this just took all the fun out of the situation. ]

Thanks sweetie, but I think I'm going to get going. Don't want to cause trouble on my first day. You have a name in case I need to call Betelgeuse three times?

[black_black_heart]

[No cameras on the premises, a comment about being hungry -- if anyone puts two and two together after the shopkeep never comes back, Tannusen knows there's only one 'witness'. One with nothing for evidence. She'd be next on his menu.]

[In the meantime, however, the pair are definitely gone, with no visible means of escape. There's no one to reply, not even the mop against the wall in the storeroom has a response. Because let's face it, Barbara's not fae enough to get inanimate objects to talk. Unlike Tannusen.]

[She's not missing much there, though. Mops are terrible conversationalists. Fun dance partners in a pinch, though.]

[peachykean]

Betelgeuse it is.

[ She just shrugs and walks out. Hey, if he can disappear she had no idea if he could still hear her somehow. Oh well. She's going to leave without taking anything because really, assuming she's a petty thief? That's pretty much everyone in Gotham. Though she's not dumb enough to go telling anyone until she's got leverage to keep her alive. You don't poke bears until you've got a friend or two to help you hunt them down when they try to retaliate. Or cats. ]