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Michonne ([info]hackslash) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2015-08-18 07:19:00

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Entry tags:michonne, zoe washburne

Clandestine (Zoe)
The text she'd gotten had been very straightforward. It had come out of nowhere from a number that had not - she knew for a fact - been in the stupid phone before the text had come. Having the little device made her a bit angry. She had nobody to call. Nobody to communicate with. Her days were filled with herself and her routine.

Michonne didn't know if she felt happy that the thing was getting use, or annoyed for being interrupted.

Ms. Michonne. You are expected at the Wayne Enterprises building at 4:00pm on August 18th. If you cannot make the appointment, please call 555-25535 to reschedule.

You are to meet Zoe Washburne, Security, to discuss a possible position within Wayne Enterprises.


Who the fuck was this Zoe Washburne? Why the hell would Michonne want to meet her? Unfortunately, curiosity and boredom worked together to persuade the former lawyer to go. She readied herself as she'd done every day, and headed out. It didn't take her long to find the place, as the City seemed to make her way for her. She discovered quickly that it hadn't been a misplaced text or some kind of joke, because the front desk handed her a visitor's badge and sent her right up.

Michonne's eyes wandered the walls and structure and offices as she walked, wondering why somebody who worked in a building like this would want her to work for them. She sought out the office she'd been directed to, and stood in front of the door a moment. Was she really going to do this? She was. Michonne knocked.


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[info]warrior_woman
2015-08-22 05:13 am UTC (link)
Zoe had an office prepared on a floor, she did "work" here after all. It had nothing to do with the Bat HQ, or Batflat she thought she heard Albert quip once. S It rhymed, which was a little bothersome for the warrior woman. She knew that she would invite the other woman into the HQ eventually, but first they had to talk.

Michonne was left to wait outside the door for a few moments before Zoe, a face the "visitor" would recognize from a unplanned on their part meeting. Zoe gave the other woman a slight smile before stepping back to let Michonne and her gear in.

"I see you made it easily enough. They didn't give you any trouble downstairs, I take it." Zoe didn't really expect there to be any trouble or miscommunication; she'd long ago grew to believe in Albert's abilities and the company's odd way of just accepting what she wanted. She wasn't the CEO or CFO or anything else with letters or much power.

"Have a seat. Coffee?" The coffee pot was in the office itself. In fact, the office looked as if Zoe believed in self-sufficiency even if she was in one of the nicest buildings in the City. She could have had a secretary, and she did have someone who took her calls and the like. Yet, Zoe still believed in doing for herself on and off the clock.

The room was a strange mix of future and past, with even a hint of a certain Cowboy God thrown in. Zoe hadn't thought to ask if Jesse had put that cookie jar in her office; she wasn't sure who thought cookie jars in the shape of people was a good idea. Yet, she was happy to see the occasional cookie in it. Yes,

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[info]hackslash
2015-09-24 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Michonne was a little surprised to see the woman from the meeting she'd been forced to attend. She hadn't before thought that it might be her, it wasn't like Zoe was a rare name anymore. But the surprise was pleasant, and put the warrior at ease significantly. She was no longer walking in completely blind. Maybe she still didn't know why she was here, but at least she knew who she was here to see.

"Tea, if you have it?" Michonne had found that with her nerves up so much because of everything she'd lost, coffee was generally a bad idea. She already wasn't sleeping well.

Her eyes cast around the room, taking it in. What she found was not what she would have expected for a building like this. She liked it, though.

Michonne sat quietly, waiting. Before she'd known what Zoe she was going to be talking to, she would have demanded an explanation, now she was content letting the other woman do what needed to be done, having faith that the topic would be broached when it was time.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-09-25 02:48 am UTC (link)
"Tea." Zoe gave the other woman a slight smile, giving her a nod of appreciation. Zoe would have preferred to be the more trusting type, but she hadn't lived as long as she had by trusting whatever was brought or given to her. The office, for lack of a better word, was meant for private discussion with a bit of surveillance and other security measures thrown in. It almost mimicked the Bat HQ on a different floor.

She started the tea, making sure without being obvious that Michonne saw all that went into it. Filling the kettle, setting the kettle on the plate, setting out the box of tea and the tea infusers - one could have been a space ship of some kind, the other a symbol the other woman might recognize from a recent adventure involving dinosaurs. Zoe paused for only a moment on these.

"The City likes to be playful." Or impish. Or helpful. She hadn't decided which.

With tea begun, the warrior woman sat down across from Michonne.

"I understand you need a purpose." It wasn't a question.

"I understand you are skilled at various weapons." Again, not a question.

"I have a job and a position you may be interested in."

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[info]hackslash
2015-09-25 03:50 pm UTC (link)
Michonne's eyes grazed the tea infusers. She'd seen many in many shapes. Some of them cute, some of them highly efficient. It didn't surprise her that there would be anything like them here. The symbol caught her eye, but she had to remind herself that it didn't necessarily mean anything. Many people had items with that symbol on it, she was sure. She also noted Zoe's care in the tea making, as if she expected Michonne to expect something shady.

Given where she'd come from, originally, Michonne was appreciative.

The truths pouring out of the other woman caused a stillness in Michonne that might have been a flinch in anyone else. She felt enough like she'd been slapped to have done so, it was only time and training and self control that kept her from moving. Was she so obvious then? She hadn't thought so, but here was a virtual stranger telling her about herself.

"What's the job?" She asked, instead of asking the obvious things. Like how Zoe had known, how could she see? Or any other ridiculous and weak words that somebody else might have blubbered out.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-09-26 06:21 am UTC (link)
"I work security for Wayne Enterprises." Zoe had no intention of lying, and she wasn't. At one time, she held the head of security, but she wasn't really that, was she? She was just a very privileged security officer in this business. She leaned back a little in her chair, her hands resting easily on her lap.

"You've been fighting things for how long?" Her hand went up for just a moment. "This isn't a therapy session, so I mean physically fighting. Would you be willing to do less of the physical and occasionally to act as surveillance?"

The warrior woman knew she hadn't answered the question placed. "I need a partner, and I have found that you may be the correct person for the job. It will require odd hours, and eventually it may require your life." Oddly that was true; Zoe'd almost given her life a few times. The only thing that saved her was having a god in the pocket.

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[info]hackslash
2015-09-28 03:23 pm UTC (link)
Zoe may have worked security here in this building, but Michonne didn't feel like the job they were talking about had anything to do with that. Not directly, anyway.

"Years." Michonne said, then slipped into thought. How long had it been? She didn't know. She didn't know how long she'd been in the place before here, and she didn't know how long she'd lived in her own world, killing things. Becoming what she was now. So she just repeated. "Years. A lot of them."

She leaned back in her chair and let the smell of the tea roll around in her senses. It was calming, such a normal smell. "I'm more than capable of doing surveillance. Where I came from, the original place I came from, it was a part of daily life. If you didn't know your surroundings, you were dead. If you couldn't keep yourself alert, you were dead. Literally every move, every decision, every skill, every part of life was to make sure that you did not become dead."

Mostly because dead wasn't exactly dead. And what it was was awful.

"I'm good with odd hours. And I've got nobody but me to worry about my life." It was her way of saying she was in.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-09-29 03:59 am UTC (link)
Zoe nodded slightly, her head turning to the whistling kettle. There was no jump at the sound. She did like tech that heated water a little faster than the more conventional methods. Rising smoothly from her seat, she poured the water into the pot, gathered all that they would need onto a tray, and walked it to the small table that where it would rest.

"Chamomile. Earl Grey. Darjeeling. Earth that was." The last might have caused her brows to pull a little, but she started to spoon it into the ship infuser. "Earth that was has chamomile in it, green tea." She set the ship into the stoneware cup and started to pour water over it.

"You do have someone who is concerned for your life. And perhaps well being." The warrior woman gave her fellow warrior a slight smile, understanding the feeling of being alone and the need to be self-sufficient as a way of coping. With her own tea prepared, she sat back in her chair and looked over the other woman.

"I have been almost killed a few times. I am hunted to some degree, and I don't sleep at night very often. The hours are what I make them, and I'm never really off the clock. This will be you as well should you truly want to join me." She had a feeling Michonne was ready for any change in the norm right now, but having all the information seemed wise.

"Have some tea, and then I'll show you to my..." Her lips pursed as she worked out what she should call the Bat HQ when speaking to a somewhat civilian. "Workshop." There was some truth in that.

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[info]hackslash
2015-09-29 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Michonne picked out the Darjeeling, and the infuser in the familiar symbol. She overstuffed it a little bit, liking her tea on the strong side. Her hand went through motions they'd gone through before, her eyes on Zoe, her ears open and listening. Her brain was processing it as quickly as it could, given that she didn't have all the facts just yet. She noted the other woman's reaction to the tea name, but wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Maybe." She shook her head ever so slightly. "But I wasn't at that meeting because the person I care about is by my side. If anybody is concerned about me, it's in the general sense of humanity and wanting to make sure all citizens are safe and accounted for."

Her mind had gone back to the encounter with Batman. Batman didn't know who she was. Batman just wanted to make sure Gotham was strong. Or the City. Whatever.

Of course, as she said it, Michonne realized that Zoe knew who she was. Zoe might have a vested interest. And if Zoe ...

Michonne waited until the tea was plenty steeped before she pulled the infuser out and had a sip of it. Memories flooded her. Times when she'd been at home with her family. Right before having to go to work. She would never see that again. Part of her still missed it, but more of her heart was devoted to a man she'd seen and lost in a world she'd never thought she'd miss.

She didn't mind silence, and let it linger there for a moment or two. "I don't know how many times I've been almost killed." It was almost nonchalant.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-09-29 09:13 pm UTC (link)
Zoe's smile remained. Yes, she knew that feeling, and she understood it. There were times even with a Cowboy God in her corner and her bed, the warrior woman felt that she was the only one looking after herself. Alfred was there, but this was sometimes a road she walked alone. She nodded slightly.

"Who is the Batman?" It was perhaps random, but there was the infuser. Michonne had used it. She had to know the symbol. Everyone seemed to know the Batman; everyone from a certain time period and world. Zoe knew there were those who had never heard of the creature, much less the source he existed in - comic books.

"Do you know who the Batman is?" Alfred had tried to get her to drop the "the," but Batman alone seemed such an odd thing to say. Of course, she had used the phrase "I am Batman" a time or two, such a silly name. "Do you know anything about him?

"There is footage of you working with him in the field. With the dinosaurs. Did a good job, stayed alive." When dealing with dinos, staying alive seemed a very good thing.

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[info]hackslash
2015-09-30 02:47 pm UTC (link)
"Back in my world, the Batman was Bruce Wayne." Michonne chose her words carefully here. "He was the protector of Gotham City. Vigilante with the self made rule that he wouldn't kill anybody. Despite how many times that caused him to have to lock up the same people, people who did kill."

While it had been a good moral for her children, Michonne had never agreed with it. Sick fucks like the Joker should have never been set upon the world a second time. She thought she recalled an incident with Batgirl getting shot, and another of Batman's friends getting tortured to death, just by one psycho clown.

"Good guy, maybe a little insane, spurred on by the death of his parents. It's a comic book where I'm from. Not that that means anything here. Obviously." She was indicating what had been said about the footage. Though she didn't believe that Bruce Wayne was the Bat here. "I've had to survive a lot of weird shit. Even in my own world. We had walkers... zombies. The living dead. Always had to be moving, always had to figure out how to stay alive. Always had to fight."

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-01 04:02 am UTC (link)
"And what if I told you the Bat here kills?" Zoe seemed calm, very calm. She knew about the rule, or the rule Bruce Wayne had set for himself. Zoe followed it to a degree, but she saw no reason in letting insane killers kill over and over. Not if she could put one down.

Unfortunately, putting them down didn't mean they'd stay down, not in the City anyway. She took a sip of tea, wondering where the statue had gone now that Dinah's shop was gone. She hoped that she wasn't going to see the living version of that one for a long time. She didn't know if she could be that lucky.

"Bruce Wayne does exist here. Wayne Enterprises, this building, and Wayne Manor existed even when he wasn't around. There have been others who wear the cowl, in his world and others from what I understand. So, many of the villains are here. At one time there were others from the world of heroes." She supposed there were still.

"Actually, we did have zombies. I was one." She gave a slight smirk. "It was caused by a virus." She still had a hard time believing and yet not being surprised that Simon Tam had been part of that one.

"I got better." Before anything could be asked about it. "I need to show you something; I'm trusting you. It's not a support group kind of trust. It's life or death, understood?"

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-01 03:17 pm UTC (link)
"I'd say: Fucking great. Get some of those psychos gone for good." Michonne's world had been kill or be killed, and it hadn't been all zombies. Her blade had felled its fair share of living humans, too.

She took a moment to process what Zoe was saying. That Bruce Wayne was here, but apparently, from what she was gathering, was not the one under the mask. How did that work? Had he retired? He didn't seem like the sort to do that in the comics. Then again, Michonne hadn't read the whole run, so maybe he was.

"There aren't heroes here now?"

Her eyes rolled at the mention of zombies having invaded this city. It seemed that no matter where she was going to end up, zombies were always going to be a part of Michonne's life.

"Understood." That's the only reply that was acceptable, she thought.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-02 09:22 pm UTC (link)
"I don't know." Zoe knew that she went out every night and did what she could, but the villians did seem to outnumber the heroes. She gave Michonne a grim smile before setting her tea down and standing. The tea service, what there was of it, would stay where it was; the warrior woman knew it would be taken care of by someone.

"I only know that there are those who do what they can." She nodded slightly before motioning for Michonne to join her. "What you are about to see could get you, me, and a few others killed should you choose to do anything stupid." Zoe wasn't warning her; it was a simple fact. There were times she was surprised more harm hadn't come to those she cared about. Then again, the bad guys didn't seem to know who the Bat was.

Once Michonne joined her, Zoe led the way to a secret elevator. A code was entered, and they rose to another floor. One that might have been on the panel, but few bothered with using it. Just another random floor, even in the normal elevator.

"Ever want to be a hero, Michonne?"

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-05 11:58 pm UTC (link)
"I generally don't do stupid things, by choice or otherwise." There was no snark or other rude tones in her voice. Just the quiet truth. Doing stupid things got people killed, and Michonne rather enjoyed life. So much so that she couldn't even let herself waste away with all the losses she'd gone through. Even though with the most recent one stacked on top of the ones she'd already been carrying.

The elevator didn't seem to be anything more fancy than the rest of the building, aside from it being not the one that she had come through to get up here. But the code was pretty interesting, and the fact that it was a second elevator was, too.

"Wanted to be? Not really. I seem to have become something akin to one by necessity, though. The strong have to look out for the weak. Or even those that aren't exactly weak, just can't look after themselves for whatever reason. I don't shirk the duty, and if I'd been given the choice, I probably would have still done what needed to be. But it isn't exactly what I aspired to when I was little."

She didn't see being a lawyer as being a hero. She had been a mercenary. Willing to fight for whomever had the bigger pocket.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-07 05:01 am UTC (link)
"I was a bad guy." Zoe's smile was lopsided. She hadn't believed herself a bad guy, but she knew that society, or the ones with power, had seen her that way when she fought for independence. Then she hadn't gone the straight and narrow when she took up with Malcolm Reynolds after the war. She certainly hadn't been a good guy when she continued acting under orders of a terrorist faction, the last of the Browncoats. Yet, she still managed to do good.

Some might argue she still wasn't a strictly good guy. She took life when she needed to. She acted outside normal law. She did what had to be done to make sure people were kept safe.

The doors opened to a floor much like the one below, only it had more gear, some lethal, some not. Some was obviously Bat, some looked more Western with a hint of future. There were partitions here and there, marking off areas. Workbenches, dummies, mats, towels. One wall looked to be in the direction of the elevator Michonne had ridden to the meeting. An electronic lock waited by the door that would probably take someone to that elevator.

Zoe didn't say anything. She just stepped out of the elevator and to the side. She'd wait for reaction, if any.

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-07 03:50 pm UTC (link)
Michonne probably fit into the same definition of bad guy. She would have said as much if Zoe had voiced her thoughts. As it was, the words didn't cause her alarm. The sentiment was in the past tense, and the smile indicated she hadn't really believed it anyway.

The elevator door opened up onto a sight that took Michonne's breath away. The assortment of items in the room was stunning. She'd never seen things of this caliber before. She'd gotten a hint of it when she'd fought the dinosaurs alongside Batman, but this was... well. Extraordinary.

And of course, any doubt or wonder about Zoe as the Bat was utterly gone.

Michonne stepped slowly into the room as if she were entering a holy space. A lot of good could be done with this equipment. A lot of bad guys - real bad guys - taken to task.

She got an eyeful of it and then turned to look at Zoe. "And what do you want of me?"

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-08 05:27 am UTC (link)
Dojo, spa (of sorts), workshop. It was everything a vigilante superhero would need. For the most part. Zoe's personal tastes and who, what, when she came from mixed in with what one might expect from a Wayne. It was all higher end.

"I don't know." The warrior woman wasn't lying; her words lacked sarcasm. She had yet hadn't thought this far. Stepping around the other woman, Zoe made her way to a bench with what looked like guns opened up, laid bare to whomever could see them. She'd been working on them for some reason or another.

"When he offered me the cowl, I needed purpose. I had lost my husband not once, but three times." She glanced back at Michonne; it was still a strange thing to say. "I have lost him once more after that. May the gorram City never bring him back.

"I have a man, but I still feel the need to help. I know I wanted to show you you are not alone, and maybe give you a purpose. The Bat had ...well, he actually didn't have a team. He had sidekicks that was supposedly a family. More like martyrs following a martyr." She winced.

"I'm waxing poetic, and cruel, neither really my strong suit. Look, you want in? Guess that's what I want. To know if you want in, and if you're gonna play this my way. Not my sidekick. More like my first." She would have ended anyone who called her Mal's sidekick, even after he laughed and probably just before he thought to ask if she was going to take that kind of talk.

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-09 03:41 pm UTC (link)
Michonne could not imagine losing Dean three times. She was having a hard enough time with the once. She'd thought, after losing her family, that she would never be able to feel those feelings again. And then he'd come along. He'd filled her up more than she'd ever been before, given her something she hadn't ever experienced. It was possible - probable - that she loved him more than she'd loved the father of her children (when she'd loved him in that way).

Her eyes grazed over the room again, taking in it, while she listened to what Zoe was saying. She was offering something that might help patch up the giant hole where her heart used to be. This wouldn't ever replace Dean, of course, she wasn't stupid enough to think that, and she was sure that Zoe wasn't either, but it would give her life a direction. Which was something she didn't have any of at the moment.

And purpose. Yes. She needed purpose.

"I'm in." She looked at the Bat. "Tell me what you want me to do."

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-12 04:46 am UTC (link)
Zoe smiled, almost sadly. She understood what it was like to need something outside herself, outside the pain and the loss. She understood this, and she understood what sort of pains this new life might bring.

"First we introduce you to Alfred. He likes what he's seen so far. Then we start training. You also promise to limit your nightly adventures unmasked. If they figure out your fighting style, they know you. They use it." The warrior woman nodded slightly.

"I have a few ideas for name, and Alfred's already started working on your armor. It is more armor than costume." She moved to a monitor and tapped a few buttons. Nightwing was the first to come up. The suit looked very much like the male version; only it resembled the current Bat's in hiding the gender away.

"If you want to have a more female suit." She didn't seem to have a preference either way, but they would make sure her suit was more protective than any piece of simple material.

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-14 03:22 pm UTC (link)
"I'm guessing he's the one that sent the text?" It hadn't matched Zoe's particular way of speaking, she realized, now that she'd spoken to the woman at length. He must have an important role for Zoe to count on his opinion so. "No worries about nightly adventures, then. I won't do anything to compromise either of us."

She'd be lying if she didn't admit that she was a little concerned about these people they were fighting. They seemed highly dangerous. Michonne had dealt with plenty of walkers, and a few shitty human beings, but nobody who was out to specifically destroy the world around them. She'd learn, though. She'd learn everything about them and use it.

Michonne looked at the monitor, looking over the display of the armor. She wasn't sure about this one, and didn't want to just jump on the first thing she saw.

"No, it's okay. I think I like the idea of my gender being hidden. It worked well for you, I think I can make it work the same for me."

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-15 06:03 am UTC (link)
Zoe pressed a button, "Alfred." She waited to see if the man would answer. When he didn't after a few moments, she suspected that he was probably busy with something and decided to leave a message.

"Alfred, Michonne will want a suit similar to mine. We'll need to have her fitted. The design will have to wait until she has decided what she wants. Need to make sure it has places for knives and..." Zoe looked at the woman carefully. "No swords, machetes, or katana. Sorry, but we put you out there with big blades, you'll be too obvious. Guns, escrima sticks, short blades will be better.

"Alfred, we'll need to find the right vehicle for her, too. I'll work with her, train her. She's one of the team now. End transmission." There was a welcoming smile for Michonne now.

"Alfred will probably call you 'miss' or 'madam.' He does that." It irritated her, but she got over it. There were times she was certain Alfred did it only to cause trouble. "You'll meet my ...Jesse eventually. If you haven't already. We can trust him.

"This..." She grabbed a thin device, a tablet of the latest tech. "Is yours. We gotta set it up with your biometrics, but it's yours. Files will be on it, homework. Bet you didn't think you'd be getting that today."

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-16 07:53 pm UTC (link)
Michonne listened to what Zoe was telling Alfred as she looked at the pictures on the screen. It was nice to have a group again, even if it was small and clandestine. Even if she couldn't really tell anybody that she was a part of it. She belonged somewhere. Zoe's smile affirmed that.

She didn't particularly like the part about no swords. That was her best weapon. She could shoot a gun and use smaller blades for sure. But the sword? She made a bit of a face. Maybe she could convince Zoe otherwise on that one. It wasn't like she knew anybody here outside of the other woman standing in this room.

"Wait." She said, pointing. "That one."

The mask was red on it. There was a variation with a cloak. A variation with a hooded sweatshirt. Something about it struck her.

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-16 10:17 pm UTC (link)
"Mm?" Zoe looked at the suit that caught Michonne's attention. Her head tilted a little; her hand reached out to tap the image. This tap was followed by a bit of nudging, turning the image to get a better look.

"I keep mine simple, but I also like the tech. It feels more like home." She motioned Michonne to join her at one of the Bat suits. "It's armor. I was a soldier; I understand gearing up for battle. I also understand needing protection that moves with me." It wasn't a criticism; it was a simple choice in what she liked.

"Here." She pulled the helmet/cowl down and offered it to the other woman. "I have built in comms, visor readouts...well, just see." She motioned for Michonne to put on the helmet, or at least look in. "Voice modulator as well."

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[info]hackslash
2015-10-23 06:45 pm UTC (link)
Michonne turned her eyes from the red hood and followed Zoe to where she was standing. The suit was impressive. The ex-lawyer was having some mental images of designs flashing through behind her eyes. Her cowl could be red. Her cape, too. She didn't mind having a similar armor set as Zoe, but she wanted something that separated them in the eyes of the city. So that when people spoke of them, they'd know there weren't just two Bats running around.

She wanted her own identity.

Michonne pulled the helmet over her head and a display lit up. A little disorienting at first, but her eyes adjusted to the way that it worked, and she could read everything just fine. She didn't know what a lot of it meant, but she supposed that would come with the training.

"Handy." Michonne said, listening to the voice that came out of the helmet, sounding nothing like her own. She pulled it back off. "Armor is good. I like armor."

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-23 11:00 pm UTC (link)
"Good. We'll get you set up with a helmet to match whatever colors you go with." Zoe nodded. "Alfred will want to meet with you. Get your measurements. There used to be a guy named Fox, but I've never met him. Maybe he wasn't here, just worked for Bruce."

The warrior woman started walking around bits of her, now their HQ. She tapped a few buttons then laughed softly.

"Seems either Alfred or the City has you programmed in; should have looked at that earlier I guess." Biometrics weren't going to be needed after all; they weren't going to be taken anyway. "Probably City. Surprised it didn't decided on your gorram gear; look at it giving you choice. It did with me too. Course, I had to go through a few suits to find the one that worked. Armor and all that. Can't do the job if you're dead, right?

"Now, about the job here. It is...we do what we have to. Usually I walk around, checking things, verifying codes and all that. High end security guard really. You'll again be my second, of what I don't know. You'll get decent pay with decent benefits. Hours are what we make of them mostly. We don't lie about our hours though." Zoe put in as many hours for Wayne's business as she did out on the streets. It was amazing that she saw her Cowboy God at all.

"We start training tomorrow."

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