Reynard to Delphi

Summary:
January 02, 2015: Oracle speaks to The Fox to find out more about him….

Gotham

You know, dirty stinking, corrupt Gotham


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Kane puts some distance between himself and the park before slowing down and letting his elk disappear back into the ether. The Ton Ton Macoute will still be active in Battergate but he doesn't have any further leads on either them or the Syndicate or really anything just at the moment. So he contents himself for the moment with looking at the communicator Misfit gave him and hoping against hope that the Bats don't just try to turn the Bokor into the cops without dealing with his magic first, distasteful as that may be sometimes.

He has a feeling he'll be seeing Dubios again…

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Oracles tracking the communicator and seeing it stop moving on her screen for some moments, activates the voice comms "Is now a good time to talk, Fox?" the redhead in the Clocktower has questions that need answering so she can report to Batman…

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"Good a time as any I suppose." The Fox replies as the communicator comes to life. "So you're called Oracle then, yes?" He has questions too, like who these people are, and what, really, the Bat people do. Clearly there's a Bat… woman? Girl? Batgirl, he thinks he heard. Which means there's probably a Batman and who knows what else. Legends come to life. Like magic, but with less manners.

"So nice to not be assaulted by your friends, by the way. That went much better than me meeting with Purple Cat and Green Bat."

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It did and for that Oracle is pleased. "I am sorry for that. The Cat and Bat have had bad experiences with Druids and it colours their judgement. Everyone in this town is a bit jumpy and a new arrival on the scene which you don't know is with or against you - most people will err on the side of staying alive." she pauses, not trying to explain freelancers vs the Bats.

"Yes, I'm called Oracle." When I realised it was you, I asked the two who I sent to let me speak with you. The fistbump from Batgirl by the way, is a high compliment."

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"For some definitions of new. I've lived in this city my whole life." The Fox murmurs. "But I guess I can sympathize with knee jerk survival instinct." To a point. Being clubbed in the head hurts. Then again, Vorpal did apologise for it after the fact.

"I'll take your word for the high compliment part. She didn't seem very talkative but a fistbump is better than a punch in the face." First impressions? She seems like someone to watch. Something in her stance betrayed a quiet understated confidence that only highly trained combatants have. Though, having not attacked him and offered him a compliment puts her waaaay ahead of anyone associated with Oracle he's met so far.

"You seem to have gone to a lot of trouble to be able to talk to me. May I ask why?"

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"You've not pinged on any of my systems till the other night, that means you're careful or you've only become active very recently." A search through newspaper archives might help Oracle determine which of those statements is true.

"Batgirl doesn't talk to me much either and I've known her a while, you get used to it." the redhead shrugs "The other one, if you see her again, be warned she more than makes up for it."

And there's the question "This isn't a lot of trouble, I found you, they came to you, you took the communicator. That was easy." Oracle sits back in her chair and bites her lip as she phrases her response

"Batman doesn't take kindly to people hunting in Gotham, it's a personal thing that he imparts on his wards." Maybe, when Gotham wasn't such a hotspot of crime that was ok, but now… Oracle shrugs "I prefer to know who's out there, what and why they're fighting. Either to offer assistance or to neutralise them if necessary. Getting to know people, it's the first step."

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"I've been active slightly over a year." The Fox reveals, moving down from the rooftop he's on to the next. He's clearly practiced at getting about the place and what's impressive is he mostly does it with simple athleticism. Parkour. He has it. He's not in a hurry, though.

"I suspect, however, that I don't deal in the same things you do, if you've only just noticed me in the past few nights." Which makes some sense to him. So far as he knows his Circle was the only group of people with an eye on things that were both magical and criminal. Or magical and bad. And he's the last of his Circle.

"Batman doesn't own the city. So, not meaning for you to take this personally Oracle - cause you've been nice and polite - but he can sod off. I'll happily answer some questions for you though, if you have some specific ones."

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"Just giving fair warning about Batman, caus you're likely to meet him eventually." Oracle knows that this isn't the first vigilante to say such things, not even the first to her. "From what I can work out, you deal in magic and the like. Most of the crime we monitor doesn't involve magic, or at least magic wielding crimefighters."

"My first question then" Talkings all good, but Oracle wants to get to grist of the matter "I know you call yourself The Fox, others named you druid. If that's correct, why are you in Gotham?"

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"See previous notes about living here." The Fox cants his head and looks at the communicator unaware that Oracle can probably see him. "And hey, if Batman - I'm assuming he's real too - wants to come on down and beat up the only person in the city willing and able to clear out ghoul nests or clamp down on gangs of voodoo mobsters or stop werewolf syndicates from running magical drugs, well I guess he can feel free to do that."

"Or did you actually mean something different by why am I in Gotham? Why do I operate here, perhaps?"

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Oracle removes her glasses and scrubs at her eyes in frustration. Taking a deep breath and replacing the glasses "I wouldn't invoke the name if they weren't real. That's one reason why I'm talking to you, I may be able to brief him so that doesn't happen…" or not, knowing Batman. "Yes, why do you operate here." the woman stretches her neck slightly as she speaks.

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"Well… so you've already said you don't really deal in magic, so let me give you a bit of background." It's a bit Kane can't draw her a map or something. Ah well. "The world has magic, right? But not all magic is equal everywhere. Gotham's magically weak. We don't get as many ley lines as other cities in the area and they're smaller." It used to be actually that Gotham was a magical hotspot, but when Metropolis started getting large the construction there siphoned off most of the larger ley lines.

"That's good in a way, because the big magical baddies all go somewhere else when they're looking to do their thing. You know your elder gods and your demon lords and what have you. Well, most of the time anyway. But all of the sorcerors and wizards and what not that deal with them also go elsewhere. Which leaves all the small monsters to fill the void. Supernature, like nature, abhors a vacuume."

Kane turns to look out over the city from his perch. "So the ghouls and the voodoo gangsters and all them, they thrive here. More than they do other places. And the people who would deal with them? Imagine if every police officer in the country only focused on the FBI's most wanted list. It's like that. There used to be a lot of us but… not anymore. I'm the only one left who knows and cares enough to do it."

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"If I hadn't seen those Ghouls the other night, I might not believe you" Oracle still isn't fully convinced, but she's seen strange things happen. "So you're saying you're like the Supernatural FBI for Gotham… what happened to the rest of you then?" Direct and to the point, that's Oracle.

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"Supernatural police, maybe. If the police department is really, really, really underfunded." The Fox mutters. He's got a handful of tricks, some weapons training and a lot of determination… and his shop. And that's about it. The question of what happened to the others is met with silence for a few minutes before the answer comes out, quiet and strained. "They're all dead."

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Oracle sits for a long moment considering that answer and the way it was given "And I'm assuming it wasn't natural causes…. it rarely is with the type of people I deal with." Oracle is one of the lucky ones in that respect "Can you tell me about it?"

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"I could but… that's getting rather personal, and I don't know you that well yet, Oracle. But, without going into details, my Circle made enemies. One of them went to great lengths to ensure that they paid for doing so. I never did find out who." Though he's still looking. "Were there other questions, Oracle?"

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"It is personal, and I apologise for imposing, it helps to understand the scope sometimes though." Oracle looks grim, at least he said 'yet' "I may have a few more, if you don't mind. Do you only hunt the Ghouls and monsters, as you put it?"

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"Small monsters doing small evils." The Fox replies. "Well… some definitions of small. I go after anything that's hurting people and is magical and can't be handled by other people. You know, some hedge witches you take their wand and cauldron away and they're harmless. And then some things… need specialized knowledge, gear and determination to deal with. Revenants that keep coming back. Haunting ghosts killing and possessing people. Ghoul nests. Bokors. I find in my experience that people are the worst monsters. Something about having had the choice and chosen that… could be just me though. It overlaps the cops sometimes. You'd be surprised how often magic power is applied to mundane criminality."

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Many of the terms he uses don't exactly go over her head, but the comprehension of their usage leaves her struggling. "Humans can be the worst monsters" on that much she can agree. "So basically, magically based monsters. It's good to know. For now, I think you've answered my questions, did you have anything you wanted to know from me?"

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"Perhaps a few questions yes. What do you plan to do with all this information now that you have it?" The Fox asks quietly. He's started to move again, north from the Battergate and back to Chinatown.

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"Information helps me do my job to the best of my abilities" The woman who is Oracle pauses, the glow from her screens lighting her face in an eerie manner "Part of that job is ensuring we fight crime and clean up the streets. Another part is to make sure those closest to me and those that work with me are protected and able to do their jobs." He hasn't asked 'what' she does yet.

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Kane has not asked that yet. He is however going to ask another question. "And how does asking me what I do accomplish that, pray?" The druid is genuinely curious. "Fighting crime is all well and good but I fail to see how the ins and outs of magical thuggery make your people more safe."

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A small smile tugs at Oracles lips "Well, there's a professional curiousity about how it all works…" Learning new things, growing the information base, you never know how that can help. "As to keeping my people safe. You're out on the streets of Gotham fighting. One of my people may see you and decide you're up to no good, or they may take on one of these, how did you put it, magical thugs." The redhead leans forward in her chair as she speaks. "The former, may be circumvented if I share the right sort of information with my teams. The second, I may need a specialist to assist with that and knowing there is someone around might be helpful."

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Kane lets out a small, speculative sound. "Well certainly I am though I've been going for a year solo without running into you which makes me at least vageuly hopeful that your people don't run in circles that would lead them into that kind of trouble often." Because the Fox isn't convinced that they're prepared. Sure, some of it you can punch you way out of, but there's a reason Kane's got charms and crystals and salt tipped crossbow bolts. "Well, all fair. Do you plan to contact me again then? And should I expect more unexpected visists from your people?"

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"I think things are heating up in Gotham, so far my teams have been fortunate not to cross your type of monster" Other types of monsters, but not magical "You should expect visits from other vigilantes who may or may not be part of my teams. I can't guarantee you won't, but I will let them know you're about and give them my assessment." the wheel chair bound woman stirs slightly again "As to contacting you, most likely. I think we can be of assistance to each other."

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"Mmmmmm." The druid is quiet for a long few minutes. "You may be right. So long as your teams announce themselves like the second and not the first, I don't think we'll have any trouble. And if we end up working together…" How to put this nicely? "Do try to keep in mind that I've studied this quite a bit…"

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"I'll try to get them to approach sensibly." Oracle knows this may be a challenge in some cases "I always keep in mind the talents, skills and knowledge of my team members." Oracle's not miffed, but it's important that's understood "I provide guidance and information, I'm not in the field and can't make those split second decisions that are needed." She was once, but not any more.

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Tch. Well… that's fair, he supposes. It's a bit like yelling at dispatch because you're upset at the patrol cars. "Fine, just make sure they know that this stuff doesn't just get you dead. It gets your soul ripped apart, your mind turned inside out and your body repurposed as an end table when you don't respect it. I know it's weird but… eh, you don't need a lecture. If stuff gets weird you know how to get me."

Kane looks about and then moves up to a higher building. "Anything else?"

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She might need the lecture, but not this morning. "I understand it's different and will pass that on. Please, keep that communicator with you when you're out and call on me anytime. My teams may not know magic, some individuals might, but they do know how to fight and generally fight as a team. You may need us one day." The redhead shakes her head "Nothing else tonight. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me."

Leaving the channel open for a little longer, Oracle watches his movements through the city.

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"It's possible." Stranger things have happened but Kane's not willing to think in terms of teams right now. Asking about the Circle has him thinking about twelve murdered and as yet unavenged friends. Twelve dead men and women… who he still sees sometimes. "Stay safe, Oracle. Whomever you are."

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Watching the druid traverse the city, Oracle switches the comms channel off. The searches she's started on 'Kane' and the 'Lost Arts' business are producing some interesting results. Time to start reviewing things.

Before closing down for the morning, Oracle sends out an encoded message to Batman informing him of the newcomer and her assessment. The other members on the team will get a similar update as and when she see's them.

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