mandalus :: the city of fates.

[ The feed kicks on, and at first all anyone can see is a very luxurious room, but as the feed is tilted it is obvious that the phone has been deliberately been turned on. ]

It looks like it'll be another long meeting tonight, Miss Kyle. These board meetings will be the death of me.

Of course, Mr. Martin. I understand. [ To those who know Selina, her voice is different. It is soft spoken and almost insecure sounding. ] The children are already at your sister's home. Mrs. Martin is going to be out at the dinner party. She said she won't be back until late tonight.

Be sure to make sure her room is ready when she returns. You know how she is.

Yes, Mr. Martin.

And, Miss Kyle? Make sure that she doesn't see the mess.

I will. [ The feed tilts slightly and the sound of a door opens, closes, then locks. Then the phone turns to face another wall as Selina's arm can be seen reaching into an apron pocket and pulling out a small device. A distinctive pop is heard and the lights dim. Then, Selina holds the phone up, taking her hair out of the tight bun in was in. ]

I think I might have a little something for anyone who wants to find out what our lovely overlords are up to. Don't come if you have a weak stomach. You might not like it. [ There's a dainty shrug even if she looks bothered by something--then that sly smirk touches her face. ] I've been a busy girl while you all have been off fighting the Cult. It might help if you know a thing or two about how they think.

Oh, and, make sure that you don't get stuck out after curfew. I hear those Bangle burns aren't fun.

( [Private to Thor Odinson] )

TO: Everyone

For those that knew him? John Blake went home. It looks like he was needed more in Gotham than he was here.

Don't think that I haven't been doing anything just because of the Serpent's little stint. A cat has nine lives, doesn't she? Since everyone here thinks cat jokes are always the best kind to make.

I've done some digging about a few things. If anyone is interested in the Cult? I think we should set up a meeting. I'll make sure it's secure for us to chat. They really should know better than to back me in a corner by now.

Oh, and, Mr. Stark? I think you owe me a date.

[ Like the others, Selina is shown to be wearing a ceremonial robe. It's hard to tell what she looks unhappy about, considering she's attempting to claw herself through the dirt. A few seconds pass before one of the C'Meni Priests manages to find her and pick her up. Selina struggles, trying to hit his arms weakly. She's pale as anything, black circles under her eyes. ]

I don't remember saying you could touch me.

[ It has been four days and Selina still can't walk. She's trying not to panic - wondering if this might be permanent. How ironic that would be. The universe paying her back for causing Bruce Wayne's back to be broken. Someone, please, remind her to not send the universe a handbasket this holiday season. ]

There is someone here to take you home, Ms. Kyle.

[ That makes her stop struggling. Her eyebrows raise as she turns to look back at the priest holding her. Slowly, the man kneels down and picks her up. As he turns, the phone catches the edges of his cloak as he brisks away to the person kind enough to come collect her. ]

[ Later in the night, Selina is back home in the empty Hatfield House. It isn't empty, par say, but servants have been avoiding the place since the murder of Queen Elizabeth and Miss Selina Kyle. Selina herself doesn't want to be in the palace without Elizabeth. It feels like she's pretending to be rich when she really isn't. Which is precisely why she is moving out... until Elizabeth makes her re-appearance. Selina can be found around Hatfield House, now with a wheelchair, monotonously telling the help what to take to the taxi. Did people really think she didn't have a back up apartment already set up? Please. Selina can get in over her head, but she always has a backup plan when it comes to staying off the streets. ]

[ When the phone is switched on, the phone has been knocked as it hits the ground. About her chaos, the patrol she'd ridden out with under a full attack by the cult, the men pour around them, killing her own. Not that she takes it lightly, Gabriel's blade is unsheathed and she's turning it in her hand as she brought it down onto a man's head, the bright light flaring as he died. Behind her is Selina, fighting just the same, smooth cat like grace and far better at it than Elizabeth. Dismounting by swinging a kick at the closest man's head. ]

Fall back! Now! [ the order was too late. Too many of them, far too many of them. The feed ended as one of the cult members found the phone. Picking it up and turning it off as somewhere behind all that Elizabeth's screams could be heard, cursing them at the top of her lungs. ]

( just don't try and fight the angels (cut for length & violence) )

SENT TO: John Blake

It makes a girl wonder if you have any interest in talking to her at all if you keep ignoring her. Just as a little insight.

If you're not busy hanging upside down tonight? There's something we need to talk about. I know the perfect little rooftop that looks out over the Sound in the Venetian District.

Some advice: don't keep a lady waiting.

SENT TO: EVERYONE

Anyone who wants information about Mandalus's little cult? Come by Granny's Diner. I have some details that any of you might find interesting.

Don't be surprised if I ask for something in return. This wasn't easy to get my hands on.

[ Which isn't entirely true. The phone came from her adventure with the Winchesters. Then the information from the phone? Cleverly hacked by Henry Foss. Not that Selina is going to tell the city who did the hacking. Just like with Tony, she is going to protect Henry's identity. Just in case she gets caught up in something that she shouldn't have again.

Selina is sitting in her booth at Granny's Diner, her phone on hand in case anyone texts back. ]


(( ooc: this post is open for texting and action! everyone come bother selina for information. ))

[ Selina doesn't bother with a post or anything like that. She was already out and about doing her late night prowling when the Serpent attack. She went straight to the Residential District and started helping whoever she could that was trapped in the Underground. The whole thing reminds her of Bane far too much for her own liking.

Now she's simply walking dressed in for her night job through the rubble that was once peoples homes and shops. There's an earpiece that's connected to the phone in cast she hears someone post who may need help, but otherwise she's out on her own. ]

[ It's been nearly two weeks since Selina has actually been home - meaning Hatfield Palace - and she refuses to stay at the hospital any longer. It's been over a week since she's seen some people, namely the ones that tried to find her. While she's not the kind to thank people, it means a lot that they bothered to try and find her. So, she'll say thank you in her own way to them.

She also sends out a few texts. Just because she's injured and taken an emotional blow doesn't mean she's going to stop living her life.

Selina can be found either on her way back to Hatfield Palace or in anywhere in Hatfield Palace. John Blake is helping her back to the palace, but anyone can come and talk to her. ]

( [private text to henry foss] )

( [private text to raven darkholme] )