Dam Trouble

Summary:
December 03 2014: Bobby informs Kate, the Titans, Oracle and Sho about the Dam situation

Coffee Shop

One of the ubiquitous coffee shops on 42nd


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It's been a little bit since Bobby alerted the X-Red team members to the plight of Warren, PA and the Kinzu dam. The considerable resources of the team are investigating, which means that Cypher and Berto are respectively looking into it and reassuring the Mayor and Police chief that it is being looked into. However the ice nerd has decided that really the more people on this, the better since they don't know who is targeting the dam or why (or even if the threat is real, honestly). So he's put out some feelers to Oracle and a few of his other contacts in the Titans and their connections (such as the inestimable Kate Bishop) to see if there's anyone who'd be interested in meeting him for coffee on 42nd street to hear about the matter.

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Coffee is a good idea in Kate's case. She's been getting around lately, including breaking up some demon summonings in Gotham the night before. After spending most of the day ramping up her training with Clint. So when she shows up at the coffee shop, she's already stifling a yawn with one hand, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head to reveal dark circles under her eyes.

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Oracle has agreed to part of the meeting in spirit, or voice as the case may be, to ensure that her ''beloved'' Gotham is looked after. The redheaded woman is at her console now, a cup of tea in hand, with the channel to Bobby's comms unit open… waiting for the festivities to begin.

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And more people means, eventually, more Titans. Keith may not be in the best of shapes right now, but he's not going to pass a meeting to discuss potential strategizing, synergizing and… whatever buzzwords were appropriate for meetings. His ribs feel better, as is his ankle, but he still walks with a limp. Nevertheless, he won't need to fight, it's just a cup of coffee and a chat.

That's all.

Unless villains drop by…

"I'm sure that was just a fluke," Keith says to Gar. "What are the odds that the Walrus and the Carpenter were just under that seafood restaurant, right?"

Pure coincidence.

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"Hush. You'll invoke the Wrath of Murphy," Gar says to Keith. "And it's not a coincidence, they were deliberately targeting the place, for their oysters. I think the rest of the robbery was just (wait for it) the lobster gravy in their sandwich roll of crime." Yes. Gar deliberately used an Olde Gotham crimefighter turn of phrase. Because it takes the curse off. Not because the corniness will distract the birds.

"What's this about a Ginsu Dam? Aren't they the ones who make the knives," Gar continues. Oh, he's on a roll tonight. No, that's the lobster. Never mind.

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"Kinzua dam." Bobby chuckles. "Though Ginsu is not entirely inappropriate. Hello Kate…" The ice nerd passes the archer a steaming cup of straight, black coffee. Just the thing to wake someone up. "You look like you've been burning the candle at both ends." Keith gets a look too. "And you look like you've found a third end to burn it on."

"So… here, let me… show you a map. Oracle, I'm just going to assume you have Google earth or something. Alright this is the Town of Warren. Nice little place north of Allengheny State Park. And this… north and a bit east of it… is the Kinzua dam. Recently the police chief and mayor of the town have recieved vague and untracable threats related to the dam. Specifically, they recieved a message saying 'The Kinzua dam is a symbol of oppression and like all such symbols cannot be allowed to stand.' The Department of Homeland Security and the FBI investigated but didn't find the threat credible. The Mayor and Police Chief are not reassured however and they've retained the services of X-Red to investigate and provide disaster response if necessary."

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"Why is a dam a symbol of oppression?" Kate asks with a quirk of her brow, settling into a chair and taking the coffee with a grateful look. She wraps both hands around the cup, drinking deeply. "All that stone is offending someone's sense of self and freedom of expression?" She tips her chin to Gar and Keith, smile flickering for the pair before she looks back to Bobby. In case sleep deprivation is what's keeping it from making sense.

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"It might be a symbol of water pressure?" Keith says, apparently getting aboard Gar's bad joke train and tooting the tooter. "They clearly are counting on the authorities to not give a damn and just ditch the threat. Obviously, we're not just going to levee well enough alone, right, Gar?"

He turns green eyes on his green boyfriend with a very slight smirk, as if saying 'You started it.' But then he turns to Bobby, "Might I suggest that we put Bunker on emergency watch at the dam? He can use his constructs to repair any sizeable damage if caught fast enough. The idea, though, is to prevent the damage in the first place. But just in case…

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"Or something" Oracle replies through the comms unit, in answer to the maps question. She's already pulled up the area on her screens and is studying it whilst Bobby speaks. "Controlling the flow of water to an area can be seen as a form of oppression, I suppose" the woman sits forward, frowning at the rather pretty picture of the dam that appears. Her tea cup is placed on her console… "Did Homeland Security or the FBI find out who made the threats? Vague threats are one thing, who made them something else."

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"OK… so what's it oppressing? Or are we talking PETA-grade stupidity here?" Gar says, almost simultaneous with Kate. "Jinx, you owe me a moxie."

Gar still recalls the time he was at a fund raiser for the San Diego Zoo, turned into a polar bear, and was immediately attacked by spray-paint-wielding PETAniacs, shrieking about FUR IS MURDER. That one didn't end well for them. That was the day he debuted the Dire Skunk transformation.

Actually, if he were more sober, Gar would remember that whole "Seneca" thing — you know, the thing where John Kennedy's administration condemned the homes of 600 Seneca people, not to mention some non-Seneca people because they weren't, y'know, a legally separate nation being, well, oppressed. But Gar was celebrating being done with midterms and midterm grading and, well.

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"Maybe they're referring to this…" Bobby slides over a wikipedia printout detailing that very Seneca Nation debacle. Six hundred people might not seem like a lot but that's six hundred more people mad at you than were mad before. "Unfortunately the source of the threat was not traced at least not to the best of my ability to tell. Which means, honestly, if the threat is real it could be anyone. Conventional terrorists, activists or… well, Brotherhood types. All speculation, really. That's partly why I've asked you folks over. We need to figure out the who where and why. Cypher and Sunspot are already on it but they could probably use the help. I'm on standby for disaster relief myself. Water's my thing. And I've got calls out to a couple of other X-Men but if this goes sideways… well, we'll need the help."

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"Okay, so that makes a little more sense," Kate murmurs as she looks over the printout. "Though still, do these people not look into the consequences of the things they threaten to do? Taking out dams blows everything downriver. Literally."

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"It was 600 people back in the 60's… who knows how many it is now…" Oracle's got the same wikipedia article up. "Collateral damage, Kate… would suit their purpose just fine, I would think." Pursing her lips, she picks up the tea cup and sits back "Too many trying to trace those threats may well cause problems. I'll offer my resources to help, but we need to make sure that our efforts don't block each other." She'll wait till she hears what the others are doing…

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"I could see where the anger comes from. It was the sixties, though, and that's a long time to hold a grudge."

Keith frowns and ponders, looking at the printout. Thank you history class for not mentioning this…

Although, granted, the United States was big. Fifty states big- fifty small countries, each with its own history that ties into the larger one. The chances of Keith having heard about the debacle as an item of current news was slim to none on an event that happened fifty-three years before his birth. As for American History? There's so much to learn and so little time in school, it's very unlikely. Of course, you're supposed to do your own reading after school is done, learn for yourself. Keith has been doing it- but his interests haven't taken him to this particular point in history.

"Hmm, so we're looking at either someone trying to bomb the dam… or maybe even a group of metas? Why even alert the press before making the hit? Don't they usually destroy things first and then make their claims."

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Gar peers at the map. "Wait, I know that place. That's only fifteen miles from the old 'Woodsy Campgrounds' site we didn't buy, you remember, the mahogany bathroom?"

He frowns as the info about the condemnations penetrates the fog of whatever is the opposite of war.

"Yeah. Dad's tutor told us about that. Our house was near there. It was a pretty big deal for a while. But hey, it sounds like someone who's still got a grudge, or maybe it's that they want to get attention focused there, or they want to get attention focused away from somewhere else. They're not going to tell us about it and then blow the dam, that's stupid. If they just want attention to the plight of the Senecas, they'd be making a press release about that. So it's most likely the latter two. And … huh. How about if someone wants to get someone who would be there in a situation where a hero-fight would happen?"

Gar's a little less coherent than usual, but the little green cells are still working. (Not grey. All green, all the way through. And it's turtles all the way down, too.)

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"Could be a distraction, yes, or a ploy to lure someone out. There are plenty of hero types that this could have been reported to. Or… I mean, folks really could be that crazy. Terrorists usually aren't the most stable people. Either way, the town came to us and I'm thinking 'us' should't be an exclusive club y'know?" The ice nerd winks. "I know Kate's got all kinds of friends everywhere plus she has a bow and isn't afraid to use it. Also, not being metahuman - no offense Kate - but I figure she might be able to get places some of us can't. Folks tend to underestimate just regular people." Bobby knows this to be a mistake, but he'll take advantage of it anyway.

"And yeah, it'd be bad for a lot of people. Warren would get wiped off the map, but this could be problematic for a lot of upstate towns. Plus it would disrupt power and water services in the entire Tri-City area." So, bad juju for everyone, really.

"What do you guys think? Avenues of investigation maybe? I have a couple of potential clues if someone has the resources to run through them. The threat was hand delivered, no fingerprints, and written on a typewriter. It was also on some really weird paper. Not your usual stationary that's for sure. Some kind of custom letterhead, or would be if there were any markings on it."

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"There was also an e-mailed threat to the Mayor's office. Same wording, FBI investigation lead back to a botnet, but I think Oracle might do better."

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"Aww, Bobby. You're sweet," Kate grins over at the mutant, taking another sip of coffee. "On the mundane side of things, I can poke around a few government offices, see if anyone's been getting less violent protests lately. Suspicious letters. That sort of thing. Whoever they are, I doubt they went directly from law-abiding citizen to threatening to destroy a dam."

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Keith shoots Kate a glance. He knows what she's capable of. He knows he can always count on her, for example, to hold her own in the middle of an unexpected mob hit and fire. But he can't say that because That Did Not Happen. No Sir.

"Analysis of that sort of thing is a trademark of the Bats. If you can get us the letter, I bet Robin could analyze the paper, even figure out what sort of typewriter it is. That should count for something… except, of course, people don't really sell typewriters anymore, so the paper would most likely be a better indicator."

The redhead scratches his chin, "Oracle is probably already monitoring net chatter for keywords, so the Titans would most likely provide assistance whenever it is needed… unless my lord Greensleeves, who isn't on painkillers to the best of my knowledge, has thought of something that my drug-addled mind has passed by." He looks at Gar.

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"Then I need to smell the note," Gar says. "And the envelope it came in. If the Zees were still around, they could track the paper too, but the last I heard, they were touring in Canada."

Brave souls. He raises a cup (chai, not the stuff from a box, but rather a mix he made up from their loose tea bin) in honor of the magical mystery tour. And then … wait, what was I thinking? Oh yeah. Tired now.

Gar leans on Vorpal. "Is it hot in here?" Not even an 'or is it …'

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"If the threat was hand delivered, there's likely camera footage of who delivered it…. " Oracle's already thinking. "Knowing approximately when it was delivered, I may be able to identify who did the delivery… we can assume it was a courier, but best to cross that off the list." Oracle physically shrugs. "I can also…. delve into some other systems and do some crossreferencing… and trace the Mayors email."

Keiths suggestion about analysing the paper gets a raised eyebrow. "Robin… may not be available, Keith… but I may be able to get access to the same facilities. Paper is generally distinctive anyway." Oracles tea is starting to get cold as she concentrates on the issue, she grimaces and puts the cup down.

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Bobby just smiles a little. It's good to have friends. Having friends means he doesn't have to be an expert in everything which he most assurdely is not. At the suggestion that it might be getting hot in here, Bobby glances down at Gar's chair and begins to focus… well… the seat of it starts getting cold. Very cold.

"Sounds like an excellent set of actions, yes. Hopefully one or more of them will yield something. I'll see about getting you the note and paper, Gar. Presumably from there you can pass it off to Oracle?" He has no idea how to contact the mystery woman aside from her communicator and he can't shove a letter through that. "Anything I or X-Red can do for you guys?"

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Kate shakes her head. "I just talked to Doug and Roberto the other night, actually," she admits. "It was productive. I need to talk to you guys, too," she adds with a tip of her chin toward Gar and Keith. "When you get a chance. And look a little bit less like someone's been using you for punching practice. You guys okay?" she asks, brows furrowing in concern. "You're looking pretty rough."

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"I'll need the email that was sent…" Oracle can't see what's happening in the cafe and her mind is already solving problems anyway "As to the paper, once Gar's finished doing his thing and let's me know, I'll organise to get it." Thinking a little more "We need someone to coordinate the activities, I think… make sure all the data is collated… a project leader if you will" She's already setting up traces and searches…

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"Well, we have somewhat of a werewolf problem, but we'll talk about that later," Keith answers to Bobby's question, and he gives Kate a little smile. "I got punched by said werewolves and fractured some ribs, sprained an ankle. Gar's been taking care of me and has had to deal with school stuff." He puts an arm around Gar as he leans in, and gives him a nuzzle, surreptitiously touching his forehead to check his temperature, just in case. "I'll drive us home, you can take a nap on the way," he says to Gar.

"But yes, we're definitely game for coordinating. Once Gar is done sniffing that paper, we can hand it to you, Oracle, somehow."

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"COLD!" Gar jumps off the seat and the small green flying squirrel is now perched on Keef's head. Because seriously, that was freezing… His chai wobbles on the table but doesn't spill; someone is very fortunate not to have a lap full of the stuff.

"Oh, ha ha," he says in a squirrelly voice, "very funny, Mr. Chair Freezer Person."

Keith will have a stylish green hat for some time. He's holding on. With tiny, cold feet. At least he's fully awake now.

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Bobby grins and streches just a little. "Worked, didn't it? Be glad the chairs aren't metal." It would have worked faster. And possibly resulted in frozen pants. "Where do your clothes go when… you know what? Nevermind. It's okay." Bobby shakes his head with a grin before… "Werewolf problem? Is this related to Keith's druid problem from before?" He glances over to Kate. Does Kate know about a werewolf problem? She seems to run in rarified circles. And know all the people.

"Talked to Berto and Doug did you? If you need anything on my end you've got my number right?" Bobby's not as exciting a guy as either Warm Bobby or Doug, but he likes to help. "I can forward you the e-mail Oracle any ideas for 'project manager'?"

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"SHIELD picked up a kid with a werewolf problem no too long ago," Kate muses, proving Bobby's suspicions right. "There was some creepy sorceress lady forcing him to change and pick a fight with the cops. We got her subdued, then Fenris sort of disappeared her. I didn't realize it was a whole pattern of thing, though." She takes another drink of coffee, finally starting to perk up a little bit more. "Here," she grins at Bobby, pulling out a few business cards. "Roberto was working on making up some more of these." On the card, there's a simple number, and a message that they can help.

"I'm working on getting people to sign on for a sort of help line, big brothers and big sisters program for people like us. If you come across someone at a scene, pass it out. Hopefully, eventually, we can offer some training and placement wherever they'll fit. I've got therapists from the shelter who can help with other issues." She passes a few more of the cards to Keith, along with another that has a slightly different number and "Hawkeye" on it. "Oracle, maybe you could talk to Doug about the whole private line part of things?"

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Searches and traces kicked off, Oracle picks up her teacup and heads to her kitchen. Kates description about her program certainly peaks her interest "Kate, can you give Gar more of those to send on to me? I'll had them out for you too….and yes I can speak to Doug… I would love to help." Bobby's question about Project Manager gets little thought "Why not you, Bobby? You've already facilitated this much…"

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"I appear to have become Davy Crockett…" Keith says, looking upwards at the squirrelskin cap he seems to have acquired. He playfully bops Garsquirrel on the nose, lightly. "I'll take the cards, Rocky here seems to be primarily interested in holding on to my hair for dear life." The redhead smirks, "I like the idea for the Super big brothers and sisters. Why not set up another meeting to talk about it? You can all come to the castle and drink eggnog and discuss it." He looks at his phone and hmms. "Anything else on the agenda?"

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Bobby gets the Squirrel Death Gaze. Prank war was initiated without warning, a cowardly and evil first strike, and requires a measured, overwhelming, nuclear response. Oh, yes.

The downside to this abruptly forced wakefulness (and the hangover that Gar now has, having burned through the pleasant buzz from earlier) is that Gar is not even thinking about the dam situation. He's putting his evil mind to work on the OTHER problem.

He leans down and whispers in Keiths' ear, "Yes. A cab would be good. We can stay in my dorm room tonight, I paid through the semester."

He smiles a strangely-fangy squirrel-smile at Kate and the Oracle-comm thing that has been talking. Presumably, he presumes, it can see me.

The cards will have to go to Keith. Gar's not going to touch anything here except the nice warm red-head.

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"Wow, that actually sounds like a really good idea Kate. I'd be willing to help with that too, if you needed. Also there's more shelter and counseling available at the Nest for abuse victims and just folks who need to lay low for a bit." Presuming their not in too much trouble anyway. The Nest is a legitimate operation after all. "If he's Rocky does that make you Bullwinkle, Keith?" Bobby grins.

"Me manage? If you guys would like. I'm fairly contactable I suppose though I don't know what qualifies me to 'coordinate' all you heroic types." Bobby still doesn't really believe the moniker 'superhero' really applies to him.

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Kate passes some of the cards to Keith, smile crooked. "Red Team is on-board. I'd like to have the Titans on, too. I'm taking it slower on the SHIELD and the JLA front, though. Too much official entanglement for most of our target audience, you know? But I figure between the Titans and the Red Team, that covers a lot of the potentials. And kids like us don't have to be out in the cold." She lifts her cup, but the coffee is gone. Awww, coffee. "And if someone doesn't fit in the Titans, mutants, or government/military/extraterrestrial box, then I'd bed Oracle can find somewhere to get them hooked up."

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Oracle makes her tea as this discussion goes on. She's assuming the visual in the cafe would add more depth to the conversation. "Bobby, if you can get us all together and manage The Nest…" Oracle lets the thought die. "Maybe Kate… I can try… the Bats are an interesting crew."

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Keith slips the cards into his jacket pocket. "You can definitely count on the Titans. We'd all love to help mentor, it's what we do."

He pauses as he rises from his seat, a little unsteadily. "Okay… except maybe for Raven. She's not the mentoring, nurturing type." He takes out his phone and hails a cab with one of the fancy apps. It's nice having a proper phone, one that doesn't have - as Gar used to say- a crank on the side because it was so old. "But everybody else is pretty cool with that. I'm happy to volunteer… but managing… cats are bad at managing. All it takes is one laser pointer…"

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Cold. Out in the cold. Yes. Very nuclear. That chai was warm. Now it's just good for paddling one's feet in. What a waste. Wait, what, Moose? Huh?

Gar is now wearing an old-style aviator's leather helmet with the goggles and is wondering where it came from. Must have been there all along?

"We'll help as we can. Who do I talk to about getting the threat letter? Warren Police department? They might not want to let it go, it's evidence."

The squirrel is confused for a moment as the app does the 'taxi whistle' noise and waves at Kate and the Oracle device, but just gives a cold glare at Bobby… and then wonders why they aren't in a cab. No, he's not sober. That's what a hangover IS, in the early stages. Still drunk but not feeling good about it. Then comes the dehydration and when the sense of smell returns, the self-loathing.

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Bobby chuckles. "I don't manage the Nest. Nancy does. I just fill in sometimes. But point taken. And it's a resource. I know of a couple other places we can point people who don't quite fit in too." He nods. Bobby takes the cold look in stride. It doesn't bother him anyway. "Later you two. Kate, you sticking around? Need a ride anywhere? You look beat."

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"I am totally beat," Kate admits to Bobby, rueful. "But I can make it home all right. I'll be in touch, guys," she smiles easily as she stands. "You all take care."

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Oracle listens to them departing, quietly sipping her tea. "Goodbye to you all too…" it's hard when you're the disembodied voice in the group. "Bobby, was there anything else? If not…" She waits for confirmation before closing the channel.

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"Goodbye, beautiful people. Katie, Oracle, we'll be in touch." Not that Oracle was ever out of touch with Keith- he was on the quickdial, after all. "Bobby, please don't freeze my boyfriend. He's got cold hands now. In my scalp." He smirks.

There is a screech outside. Ah, yes, local taxis. "looks like that's our ride. Say goodnight, Rocky. I'll drop you off at the dorm." And then he was going to get out and get him some to-go dinner and bring it back to the dorm, so he could have some nourishment for when he woke up. Boyfriending 101: Keith is reading it. It's on his Kindle library.

Boy, there are some weird chapters in there…

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Good night Rocky," the squirrel says. At least his stomach isn't queasy. That would be bad for Keith.

He will have to wait for the morning, when he has a fully working brain, to come up with a plan for proper revenge. Something that can survive a hard frost.

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Bobby leans back and stretches a bit, the communicator still on the table in front of him and still on. "That worked out well." He says quietly partly to himself and partly to the woman on the other end of the line.

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"You've a knack for it Bobby… as I said before" Oracle moves back to her console, sipping her tea as she does "Was there more you wanted to discuss?" It's a leading question…

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"How's Robin doing?" The ice nerd asks quietly. Robin had briefly stayed at the Nest before being removed to Bat-care. Which is every bit as comforting as it sounds. Hence the question. The poor guy was in a very bad way when he'd left and even if he pulled through he'll be laid up for a bit.

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"Robin…. " Oracle sighs not that Bobby will hear the sigh "is recovering slowly. Physically, he is on the mend." The redhead puts the teacup down again and folds her hands in her lap "I really am sorry I snapped at you Bobby, you were doing both of us a big favour."

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"I forgive you." Bobby's voice is still quiet. "It must have been… difficult to see him like that. And to watch it happen to him." He looks about, still waiting on one more person, someone who brings a skill set to this that no one else he knows possesses. "I'm glad to hear he's recovering. How did your associates take it?"

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"That was part of the problem… I'd already had words with one of them that day. The others…" Oracle stops talking and picks up the teacup again "It's been a worrying time." She says noncommitally

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Bobby nods. He's got a communicator sitting on the table, enjoying a coffee while he talks quietly to Oracle about the fate of one of her friends and waits for… well someone who isn't Kate or Vorpal or Gar. Or an X-Man. This is fairly serious, after all, and Bobby wants as many eyes on the situation as he can get.

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It's got a distinctive sound, that CBR of Sho's. It isn't really all that loud, but it's easy to pick it out at a distance. Most bikes today sound like angry vaccums, that Moriwaki sounds a little more organic than that. Sho rolls up ever so leisurely, sitting back casually in the saddle as he sweeps up onto the curb outside and throws the kickstand down. Theres a moment or two, as he glances around before that bike finally falls silent and he dismounts. Shoving those gloves into a jacket pocket, before gently peeling his lid free and heading on inside. Peering quietly around for Bobby as he begins to tug that jacket zipper down.

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Oracle isn't going to talk about how the associates have taken Robins injuries. "Anyway, Robin is on the mend. The Joker did a good job on him and it's going to take time. My job is to encourage him to take that time. Thank you again for the assist Bobby, I've already thanked May as well." Still holding her teacup, she takes a sip. "Was there anything else you wished to discuss?" It's unusual for Bobby to remain quite so quiet.

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Bobby waves Sho over. "Mmmmmm. Not on that topic no. Have you met my friend Sho? Sho this is the Oracle. We're working together on a matter of some delicacy I wanted you to be acquainted with. Seems right up your alley." Beat. "How's Nyx, by the way?"

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Babs has met Sho … not Oracle. "No, we have not met, Bobby. Sho is it?" the redhead cants her head, a wondering look on her face as she sips her tea and waits for the next shoe to drop.

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Sho Pauses to take his helmet in both hands, and offer Oracle a polite little bow. "Hello Oracle, it is a pleasure to meet you." Offering Bobby a glance before taking a seat. "As for matters of a delicate nature, well I am honored you thought of me Bobby. I shall certainly endeavor to live up to such kind thoughts."Pausing a moment with a roll of the shoulders. "Since it would seem we are, trading identies. I am also known, as the Tokyo Nightmare. A name which I did not chose for myself, I assure you."

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Bobby chuckles. "I imagine he could have lived up to it had he wanted to…" Though it's not one that seems particularly apt for a man who can manage to not kill people with a sword. "So, are you familiar with the town of Warren, Sho? It's in upstate New York south of the Kinzua dam."

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Theres a moment or two of consideration before shaking his head "I'm afraid it does not immediately come to mind Bobby, sorry. I could likely get there soonest if necessary, however Nyx will not be joining me if necessary. There are, complications with her powers that I am uable to resolve on my own."A pause, as Sho withdraws a smart phone and starts bringing up a page on Warren. "I'm better suited to differing company if we're concerned about a, delicate matter."

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Oracle waits in the Clocktower, this cup of tea nearly finished. "What are you thinking Bobby?" she asks through the communicator… She sifts slightly and stretches before settling down again and listens.

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"Well, I'm thinking that if this threat is real, it's coming from someone exceedingly subtle, otherwise the FBI and Department of Homeland Security would have been able to trace it." Bobby says to Oracle. "Sho has international connections and the training to be very sneaky." He's already put Remy, who also has international connections and has the training to be very sneaky, on this case, but his connections are in Europe, Sho's are in Asia.

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"Sho, Warrion is north of Allengheny State Park in North Pennsylvania, and south of the Kinzua dam on a River. Recently vague threats have been made against the dam and my people have been retained to do an investigation and stand by for disaster relief. We have several people looking at various angles of this but frankly the FBI and DHS already looked at it and found it not credible. Before we go back and tell the mayor and police chief of Warren that there is no threat, I want to leave no stone unturned… and if there is a threat, I want people who can handle it and call for help if necessary on the case. So I thought of you."

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Sho nods silently for a moment. "You will have to pay me, it's tradition. A bowl of rice was the traditional token payment, but a cup of coffee will serve just as well. If you agree to my price, I shall accept this task for the honor of my lord. If there are other magically inclined individuals, It would be very good of you to put us together in this."Turning silently to study his phone. "Pity there aren't any Priestesses about, that would simplify things."

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"Well, I'm glad you've agreed to manage this Bobby" Oracles tone is dry, but through the communicator it's digitally altered and no emotion gets through. "Sho, what type of Priestesses and why?" the wheel chair bound woman is very direct at times.

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"We have a mage on our team… but she's not involved in this quite yet. Her talents lie elsewhere." Though if it comes to evecuating the town, Illyana and her stepping disks will prove invaluable… if rather disconcerting for the townsfolk. "I'll be happy to buy you a cup, Sho, though I think Roberto has some funds set aside for freelance consultants on these matters." To wit, folks who work with X-Red get paid. It's one of the perks of being a public team. "Come now Oracle. You do this all the time and you know you could do this as well as I."

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"Shinto, there is a magic spell which identifies those who mean to do a community harm. It is complex, and very difficult. I have been guided by the information gathered in such a way many times before, and it is without error in my experience. Without a Shinto shrine of sufficient power on which to draw on however, I am unsure if it would work at all."Sho pauses there for a moment, shrugging. "I do not believe any such priestess exists outside of japan anyway, and the maidens I have worked with in the past are barred from such endeavors unfortunately. A witch, or a mage could potentially have a similar capability however."

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Oracle nods at Sho's words. "Well there are several mages and witches around who may have a similar power, Sho. It's a good idea." Letting the negotiations continue, Oracle laughs at Bobby's statement "I wasn't questioning my competence, Bobby… I'm just glad that this one is yours."

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"If not Magik, then perhaps one of the mages on the Titans… or a freelancer. I'm aware there are unaligned practitioners out there. Do you need me to try to locate one for you?" Bobby cants his head slightly, wondering if Oracle would be abble to internet one up. Perhaps not. They tend to avoid craigslist listings. "Or is there other support you need?"

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Sho just smiles "Just see to it that the Titans get in contact with Nyx, she's at a delicate point in her life. She does not need to be worrying over me, nor I her. There is work to attend to, and so we should. Could you email a copy of what information you do have, I'll peruse over it after I make the ride up to Warren."

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Oracle listens as Sho and Bobby talk. The only practioner Oracle is truly aware of is Constantine and she's not sure she would recommend him for this task. "I know the Titans have some practioners… if you need help locating more I can try, the one I an think of… well… perhaps not"

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"I put her in contact with a pair of X-Red members." Bobby nods. "And I shall see about doing so for the Titans as well." Though his primary points of contact are Vorpal and Garfield… and Robin, who is apparently out of action.

Bobby waves for Sho's coffee. He knows, after having worked with the man for so long he does know how he likes his coffee… and that he prefers tea. "Oracle here is a generally good person to know for a variety of reasons as well."

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Sho nods "It never hurts to have friends, I'm afraid I've been somewhat remiss in my social life. Then again I can't exactly blame anyone, considering my reputation."Pausing to offer the waitress a smile, and a rather generous tip before accepting his coffee. "It is not my place to question the will of the gods, and I do not believe in accidents."

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The woman in the Clocktower watches her searches as the two men in cafe talk. Her attention is drawn again as Bobby mentions her name "Thankyou Bobby" she remarks. "I'm not that easy to contact however… Sho, I can provide an app for your phone that provides a secure comms channel… may I transmit it?"

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Bobby chuckles. "She's not that easy to contact it's true. But she does tend to take especial interest of activities in Gotham… something I believe you have in common yes?" Another introduction. Sho's offices are primarily out of that city.

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Sho peers pointedly after Bobby for a moment, before sipping after his coffee. "You most certainly may Oracle, just be aware I don't take calls in costume or above a hundred and fifty miles an hour. I am very good about responding to voice mail however, and yes I am a resident of Gotham. Typically I'm going to rather extroidinary lengths to not have anyone take an interest in me however, you know."Sipp-sip. "Ninja, all of that."

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The app is transmitted and installed. How she works out which phone to send it to is not mentioned "Take the call or not… If I call you, it will be because I can help but that's your perogative." The green eyed woman, turns her attention to her screens. "You may contact me through the app, it will identify you as a trusted contact."

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"She's a good person to know Sho. And she understands the need for discretion. And she might be able to assist in situations where your coolest friend would be just a little too public. Besides, I try to avoid Gotham where I can." Because people there are crazy. Bobby's seen this first hand.

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Sho nods pleasantly, before stashing that phone in his jacket. "In anycase I need to pack, and prepare the journey. Please do remember to send me the documents, I'm quite eager to look them over."and with that he rises, and offers Bobby a little nod before slinking right back the way he came.

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"I take it, your visitor has left Bobby?" Oracles' not put visuals on the Cafe. At least whilst they've been talking, she's been busy gathering information …

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"He has." Bobby chuckles. "Headed out to Warren, I believe. I take it you're going to be quite busy for the foreseeable future?"

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Oracle sighs at the question "More busy than usual I guess" lifting a shoulder to emphasise her point, not that anyone sees it. "I provide support and assistance where needed… busy seems to be my middle name." Oracle smiles "However, as the team lead on this one, I suspect you'll have your work cut out for you too."

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"Project Manager." Bobby corrects with a grin evident in his voice. "I'm not leading here so much as I am turning people loose on a problem I know needs fixing. Sho, Kate, Vorpal, Gar, and my fellow X-Men are all 'on their own initiative' types. So long as we find out what's going on it's all good to me."

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"Sure… Project Manager… wait till you have herd the cats" quite literally given Vorpal's involved. "If that's all Bobby, I do have other calls on my time… not that this hasn't been interesting or pleasant."

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"Far be it from me to keep you. Be well, Oracle." And with that Bobby downs the last of his coffee, gets up, and heads out of the cafe himself.


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