2019-06-23 - Cats fishing.

Summary:

Catwoman does it like the Batman, just appearing at the Wakandan embassy to get the information that Shuri had uncovered for now.

Log Info:

Storyteller: None
Date: Sun Jun 23 00:20:32 2019
Location: Wakandan Embassy - Ambassador's Quarters

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Down on the street, the late night traffic is down to almost nothing but instead the rooftops become lively. It's the last hours of the night patrols and thieves. And in chinese calender the Hour of the tiger, a faint shimmer of dawn at the horizon. The doors to the private wing of the Wakandan embassy stand open, the balcony deserted. The suite lies in darkness, seemingly deserted, as the bed seems untouched.


It's in the night where one of the members of the old guard - albeit an unlikely one - moves most easily and most unscene, slipping into the upper floor of the embassy with unsettling ease. There she waits patiently in the corner, until such time as the ambassador enters, waiting until the door is shut before making her presence known with a coy utterance of the word "Meow~"


It's a couple minutes before a door opens, the figure in the door surely female, but shrouded in darkness, the face just as black as the suit that is clad to her body. A shimmering black. As she steps into the light falling in from the door, the woman's eyes focussed on the chair that the catwoman has choosen for herself… The catwoman that is suddenly in the company of a Black Panther. "Meow?" she answers, the masked face having little expression, but there is a moment that could be interpreted as smelling the air.


Catwoman tilts her head, arching one eyebrow and leans back with a bemused expression as she spies the ambassador in… well, let's face it, a costume. She crosses one leg and clasps her fingers saying, "Ohhhhh my. Is this a bad time?"


"Depends on what the cat dragged in…" comes as a quick answer answer, the body of the Black Panther tense, careful, eying the masked feline fatale. "Or who's collar she wears. It doesn't happen to be one with Chiroptherae, does it?"


Catwoman smirks slightly and shakes her head. "I don't really *do* collars." She says breezily with a shrug, the points one finger in the air sayng "Buuut!" as she stands up slowly. "Our…" She tilts her head, tryin to echo the word right, "'Chirotherae' friend, *did* *politely* ask me to find out if you learned anything about the sample he gave you." She crosses her arms and leans against the wall with a breezy smile, shrugging, "Hard to say no to a handsome face, sometimes. You know how it is."


"Oh, does he? I could not see much face when he stopped by, so got to take your word there." Graceful, almost like a dance of muscles under the ight suit, the Black Panther shifts to the desk as Catwoman does her move to the wall, reaching for it to pull out a paper or two. "A professor I called in a favor from could confirm me, that the sample he left isn't what it looks to be. It's similar on the broad, but instead of stopping to ring on all tunes, there are some that do the opposite…"


Catwoman arches an eyebrow curiously, "And what does that mean.?"


"It's fake. If the right frequency hits it, it starts to amplify it instead of swallowing it." Shuri slowly puts the paper onto the desk. "In worst case, it could create a feedback loop. My contact said, that there is a good possibility that this might end in the material getting blown apart, but that would need to be verified by using a sample."


Catwoman frowns slowly, furrowing her a brow as a few key implications hit her. If nothing else, such a thing could be used as an explosive, though it would depend on how severely it 'blows apart'. "I… see." She says unhappily, looking away thoughtfully for a moment before straightening up and regarding Shuri again. "Do you still have the sample? Are you done with it?"


"It's in a secure lab at the moment, and they try to figure out how worrysome it is," the totally black clad woman replies, shaking the head slowly. "What's your link to the winged rodent? Just an acquaintance you happen to work with once in a while or can you tell him a message back?"


Catwoman nods once, frowning, having hoped to get it back for their own testing, but alas that doesn't seem possible right now. She perks up a bit when Shuri asks her question, smirking a bit at the 'winged rodent' remark, and grinning coyly, "I'm sure I could messanger girl just once, sure." She says, pointedly not answering the question about her relationship to him.


"I'd like to be in on this. Oh, and this is a preliminary report. Or rather, the contents, not the header and stuff. I got to secure my sources just like your friend with a liking to hang bead under has to," Black Panther answers, moving oer to offer the paper to Catwoman, though also using the chance to muster her another time.


"Ah hah." She says with a slightly rueful smile. "Well, I'll pass it along." She says, taking the paper, "But the big guy's sorta territorial about this sort of thing."

There's not much extra to see up close, save for the playful nature of most of her expressions. She is a very athletic, very beautiful woman in a costume, a mask with cat ears, and goggles obscuring her eyes and most of her face. Though she does seem like she might be a fair bit older than you.

She turns her back to you and adds "But, he *did* come to you, so I'm sure a miracle could happen~" She grins briefly, "I'll catch you around." She says, and strides back to the balcony where she fires a grapnel gun to a neighboring structure, and is promptly whisked away into the dark of night.


Shuri follows a step or two onto the balcony, looking after Selina as she dashes off to the night. "Let's see where this leads…"


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