Gotham Cafe Scene

Summary:
October 09 2014: Oracle, Sho and Jericho meet in a cafe.

Gotham Cafe

A quiet, mostly clean twenty four hour cafe in Gotham.


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Jericho's been down to Gotham on… well business most probably would not approve of. And by most we of course mean Bats. But Jericho's not too keen on asking their permission and in any case a bit of hacking is less obvious than a lot of things that go on around here. Business concluded (in this case, business deconstructing network infrastructure used to pass coded messages between cells. Tricky business but rather rewarding) he's stopped at a cafe known locally for it's coffee cake and for not having ten shootings a night in the parking lot. While the one has it's appeal, really the second is the real draw. Partisan give him a really, really nice car but he didn't want to risk it in Gotham, so the Harley it is. A rather understated affair for a Harley and it gives him an excuse to leather up and hide his traces, though lately the cold weather is excuse enough.

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Late nights, are Sho's thing most of the time. Plenty of companies use his talents as a legal translator for conference calls with Japanese peers, and well he's prone to keeping off hours on account of his other less visible activities. Tonight is really no different then, he slides that Moriwaki CBR into the lot and smoothly sweeps it to a halt before sliding it back into a space riiiight next to Jericho. That black and gold helmet sweeps back for a glance after Jericho, before he shoves the kickstand down and leans it over ever so delicately onto it's kickstand. Satisfied that Jericho looks slightly less than dangerous than your typical Gotham Thug, he lets his gaze drift.

Across the street, well one of these things is not like the other. Theres a brand new Nissan Skyline sitting on the street infront of a pawn shop that's closed for the night.Leaving a nice car out here alone is notable enough, leaving one out here with it's back window covered with plastic? More than a little sketchy, at least as far as Sho's concerned. "Excuse me, sir?"Sho seats a riding boot against his footpeg, before sliding free ever so gracefully. "

"Your front tire's a little low, you might want to air that up before you get on the highway. Cold weather probably, not a slow leak but you may want to attend to that."

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Babs having ordered her coffee and sandwich, is just settling at a table inside the cafe. Balancing food and drink on the arm of her chair, she maneoeuvres one of the normal chairs out of the way and rolls her chair in place. As the final motions, she places cup and plate on the table in front of her.

There's nothing special to note about the red haired, green eyed woman except maybe, her gaze takes in everything around her.

Now she has settled, she looks up, and notes the Harley with the leather clad rider and the Moriwaki and rider pull up. Her green eyes are interested as she observes the figures outside. Quietly, she lifts the cup of coffee and watches the figures.

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One thing Jericho likes about Bikers (the real ones, not the thugs with motorcycles) is that they're polite. "Thanks." He smiles over at Sho. "I'll get it handled before I head back." Jericho turns and holds the door open for the younger man, letting his helmet hang from where it's strapped to his riding armor (not real body armor just ceramic and plastic designed to make you more likely to survive a nasty spill.) He hasn't made Babs yet, though he'd actually recognize her. Instead he considers the menu for a moment before going to be seated over at the 'bar' area near the end. The part in front of the kitchen where you can usually just flop down and wait for a waitress.

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Sho accepts the opened door with a soft "Thank you very much Sir." Stepping immediately to the side once he's in, and then he starts fiddling with his gloves. Sho's entire riding ensemble, and well even those boots and helmet are far from off the rack. It takes sharp eyes to notice it, or perhaps supernatural affinity for data networks. That lid of Sho's is wired, GPS, Camera, blue tooth, and well he's got a trio of smart phones under that jacket of his.

Off comes the helmet, into which Sho stuffs his gloves before unzipping his jacket and well theres more visual oddities to be found there really. The distinct red and gold of a "1'er" patch sewn into the jacket's lining, as well as a few others apparently. Gotham only has one outlaw motorcycle gang, and well if we're frank they're pretty damned Racist which means the kid is perhaps tresspassing in rival gang territory? Hard to say, no sportbike gangs in the area really and certainly no 1 gangs.

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As the bikers enter the cafe and remove their helmets, Babs smirks as she confirms that is indeed Jericho and then watches as he heads to the 'bar' end of the counter.

The other biker gets a lookover, the custom esemble and other details are collated.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she cuts her gaze back to Jericho and, if he acknowledges her, she'll quirk an eyebrow.

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That is something of a mystery and curiously enough the younger biker doesn't seem at all disturbed. Huh. Jericho pauses a moment to take a look around and make sure there's no trouble brewing. Mmmmmmm… doesn't seem so. He does, however, spot a certain red headed 'IT Security Specialist.' She's not up in her tower… which is well. Her hair is neither long enough nor golden enough to qualify as a ladder. Maybe why she doesn't get many visitors. Though somehow he gets the feeling she likes it that way.

After a moment he gestures to the empty access spot beside him, inviting her to join him.

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Is certainly in no rush, stepping up the counter to make his order. Black coffee, paid with cash and he's off. Sliding into a table ever so quietly before tucking into his coffee with a happy little murmur. Off goes the helmet, before he shrugs out of his jacket and snags a phone from that jacket. Peeling through the day's email, no less than twenty from various art brokers. Apparently, the fellow is searching for a particular painting. Something about, "Woman with Child #12", if ever there was a boring name applied to a painting right?

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At Jericho's invitation, Babs raises both eyebrows looks at the lovely table with chairs she's already at, her cup and plate and then her chair. Raising a graceful hand, she counters the offer by gesturing to her table. A small apologetic shrug is offered in way of refusing his invitation.

Turning her green eyes to the the other young man, Babs assesses what she can, it seems a lot of people in Gotham are 'wired for sound' these days and this one may or may not be interesting.

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A businessman? A bit unexpected particularly with an Outlaw patch on his jacket but Jericho's seen and encountered stranger things in his life. After a moment he turns and gives the other biker a once over. "Care to come join me and a friend for some coffee? My treat." The man did after all tell him about his tire, which was damn polite.

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A businessman? A bit unexpected particularly with an Outlaw patch on his jacket but Jericho's seen and encountered stranger things in his life. After a moment he turns and gives the other biker a once over. "Care to come join me and a friend for some coffee? My treat." The man did after all tell him about his tire, which was damn polite.

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A businessman? A bit unexpected particularly with an Outlaw patch on his jacket but Jericho's seen and encountered stranger things in his life. After a moment he turns and gives the other biker a once over. "Care to come join me and a friend for some coffee? My treat." The man did after all tell him about his tire, which was damn polite.

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Sho blinks somewhat owlishly after Jericho for a moment, and then Barb before nodding an affirmative. "No coffe is required sir, but it would certainly be impolite to refuse such a gracious invitation."He rises slowly, ferrying his gear and coffee over to the table before plopping down and offering his hand. "Good evening to both of you, and thankyou for the kind invitation. I am Sho Mori, it's a distinct pleasure to meet both of you."Theres a subtle flash of ink just past the sleeve of that long sleeve T-shirt of his, but well the Bell and Ross hides it pretty well right?

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A small smile tugs at the corners of Babs mouth as Jericho invites the other young man to join them. She casts a slightly quizzicle look at him but says nothing. Turning her gaze on Sho as he introduces himself, she takes his hand firmly in return. "Babs" she says "Barbara Gordon and I'm pleased to meet you Sho". Returning her look to Jericho, she picks up the coffee cup again and says "What a surprise to meet you here, Jericho."

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"I might say the same for you." The hacker says as he sits down. "As you heard, I'm Jericho. Pleased to meet you Sho."

He glances back to Barbera. "A fellow biker, and a very polite one." He says by way of explanation. "So, what brings you out here?" Out here may, for all Jericho knows, be right around the corner from where she lives… assuming that isn't the clocktower.

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Sho blinks again "Gordon is a dangerous name in Gotham it seems, very unpopular with men of a certain disposition."Offering Jericho a nod in return for his name. "Oh, business. I'm a lawyer, with a specialty in both Japanese and American contract law. As such I often keep appropriate hours for conference calls. A very rare specialty, but not one which keeps regular hours I'm afraid. It's a terrible thing Gotham at night is so rarely enjoyed, it is a beautiful city after the sun falls. Much more beautiful than the day time, presuming you have the right frame of mind."

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"Very polite" Babs agrees as Sho provides his explanation offering a slight nod to Jericho. Noting that Sho has answered the question she is pretty certain Jericho has directed at her, she smiles and engages the younger man "Having lived in Gotham for a very long time, I have to agree, Gotham is a beautiful city, day or night, despite" a slight pause "other things." Taking a sip of the coffee, she tilts her head slightly before continuing "Japanese and American contract law sounds very interesting. Are you freelance or employed, Sho?"

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Jericho leans back and orders a coffee and some coffee cake. This promises to be educational if nothing else. There's something a bit unusual about Sho that goes beyond his choice of affiliations. Also Babs, though he knew that. For the present the amber eyed hacker is content to watach and listen as his eyes gleam (actually gleam) with interest.

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"Very polite" Babs agrees as Sho provides his explanation offering a slight nod to Jericho. Noting that Sho has answered the question she is pretty certain Jericho has directed at her, she smiles and engages the younger man "Having lived in Gotham for a very long time, I have to agree, Gotham is a beautiful city, day or night, despite" a slight pause "other things." Taking a sip of the coffee, she tilts her head slightly before continuing "Japanese and American contract law sounds very interesting. Are you freelance or employed, Sho?"

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"Oh Freelance, much better pay options frankly. I have a very narrow, and very rare specialty which is in tremendous demand. In my line of work, it makes sense to eliminate any unnecessary middle men."Sho lets that sit there for the moment, pausing to sip after his coffee. "Crime is not an issue truly, or at least we should not allow it to be. If Gotham is filled with darkness, as many contend then it would be wise to understand it deeply. In Western culture there is a certain perspective which tells us that Darkness is the opposite of Light, which I believe underpins the problem entirely. Darkness is truly not the opposite of light, it is the absence of it. To let this deter us from experience the splendor and beauty of such a lovely city, is to enguage in the original crime as surely as any criminal."

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"Freelance, narrow AND rare. How very mysterious, Sho" Babs green eyes will dance with mirth as she teases the younger man. "An interesting philosophy regarding light and dark, for my part I believe the dark can't live without the light, it is a shadow cast by it. Perhaps those two views aren't too far apart?"

Looking to Jericho, she gazes pointedly at his eyes "And what brings you down this way, Jericho?" Babs picks up her sandwich and takes a small bite, chewing it thoughtfully, she watches his responses.

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Jericho chuckles. "I've been working. I had something to attend in Gotham and now it's done." Babs can probably find out later, if she doesn't know already, that a significant portion of the municipal grid mysteriously went offline this afternoon for about five minutes. When it came back on it seemed perfectly normal. Just a network outage. Yep.

"And you? Just taking in the night and the coffee?"

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Sho mmms "If you believe that man's inherent weakness is that which casts that shadow of which you speak, then I would indeed concur with you. In darkness good men must tread, but common men do not. Within many lies a belief that such things are work for their neighbor, but never them. I don't like the saying "we are all in this together", as I worry it reinforces this belief. However perhaps the realization that we are all, and will forever be utterly alone would be more beneficial."Sipping after his coffee after glancing between the two. "If we do not take the responsibility upon ourselves as individuals, how can anything ever improve after all?"

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There's a ping on Jericho's HUD and he sighs and glances out the door warily at some shapes moving in the dark. "Pardon me Babs, Sho. Nice meeting you both but I do believe there's something I need to take care of outside. Be back…" He thinks. Draining his coffee he leaves a twenty on the table and picks up his helmet again, headed out the side door and into the gloom.

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As Jericho leaves the table, Babs looks after him. Saying nothing about the abrupt departure to Sho, Babs focusses on him consideringly "My favourite is 'For evil to flourish, takes good men to do nothing' again, very similar philosphosies I believe, Sho." Diverting her attention to her cup, she sips the warm coffee and she says quietly "I believe that we can only really be truly responsible for our own actions though, don't you?"

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Sho sips after his coffee quietly for a moment. "We are born alone, we exist apart from our fellows and we die alone. When we triumph, we triumph alone. When we suffer, we suffer alone. That does not mean that we should ignore those around us, quite the opposite infact. When action is necessary, it is up to us to undertake those actions to the best of our ability."Very delicately, setting his coffee cup atop the table before offering Barb a slight smile. "There is nobody here to save us, there is no divine to come down from on high just for us. We are as responsible for our actions, as we are for our inactions in summary. Does that make sense, philosophy can be much more difficult to translate then the law I'm afraid. So please do excuse me if I come across as somewhat, ethereal in my meaning."

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Smiling Babs inclines her head "You do sound a little like a series of fortune cookies" she smiles to indicate the jest "but I think I understand the meaning and I think, for the main, we have similar philosophies." setting her coffee cup down, Babs picks at her sandwich. "Where did you pick up such learnings?"

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Sho Sips his coffee "The town I'm from is known as Koga, it's a tiny little farm town really. Historically, Koga Village decided that we did not want to be subserviant to a lord. So we undertook extroidinary means to secure our indepence, and even though we eventually joined the greater empire in the end? We remained apart, we still do in many respects. The people there,have certain philosophical predispositions towards a certain brand of individual responsibility. Beyond this, I am a motorcyclist. An occupation you will understand, where you are entirely alone in every way imaginable."Shrugging finally, albeit weakly. "This is the true way of right living, as put down by Miyamoto Musashi and I do fervently believe his words ring true in most aspects."

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"A learned philosophy, passed through the generations, no less" Babs nods thoughtfully whilst still picking at the sandwich. "Yes, I did notice you were a motorcyclist." Babs eyes the gear Sho is wearing and glances out at the bike, now standing next to an empty parking spot. It seems Jericho will not be returning this evening.

The sandwich is finished and she wipes her hands on a serviette. Picking the cup again, she sips slowly, watching Sho as she does.

Sho nods softly "Well, my father's philosophy is somewhat different but I am somewhat more religious than he is. I spent long hours at the shrine, the priests who reside there did well to nurture my young mind. I was given many advantages in that reguard, I had an early exposure to meditation and self reliance came from my motorcycling. These things play well together, as does the study of law and the practice of martial arts. I worry children now, play too many team sports really."Sipping after his coffee. "We seem eager to raise cogs, and not those who question and ponder. It worries me."

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Babs nods as she listens to Sho's explanation, finishing her coffee. Putting her cup down, she smiles "Ah well, the evils of an industrial era educational system I fear. But that is perhaps a discussion for another time." Sighing, she says "It has been very pleasant meeting you Sho and sharing this discussion, but I really must be going. Perhaps we will meet another time?" She maneouevres her chair from the table and as she turns, she holds her hand out to him.

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Sho rises with a mute nod, before offering a gentle shake of the hand. "Indeed, it has been a distinct pleasure Miss Gordon. If ever you have need of me, please do call?"Extending his right hand, before with a snap of the wrist he produces a business card with a sleight of hand. English on one side, Japanese on the other and utterly business like all over. "May your light illuminate more shadows than it casts, and may good fortune find you."

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Chuckling at the sleight of hand, Babs takes the card. Her eyes are sparkling as she moves the chair towards the door. "Oh, I think I will call Sho, I think I may". Opening the door, and a few carefully practiced movements of the chair and she's out the door and heading down the street.


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