Searching for Information (MaggieXGhostdanceXOpen)

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I don't want him attacked or arrested. I want him to be investigated, Maggie thought to herself as once more she found herself at Titans Tower, still working on what she was going to say to whoever was even there if anyone was there. Nos could of been lying Maggie stressed to herself, unsure of what exactly to think. She needed information, and what better way to get information than from the Titans? Especially if its Robin, the leader of the Titans and the guy who she's heard knew everything about everyone. Hopefully he's here.

Sure, she could of just called Kaie and met her up somewhere, but she hadn't been sure of how Kaie would of reacted. She wanted Brock investigated, not beaten to a pulp which Maggie could see Kaie doing with ease. Besides, how awkward would that be if Brock was truly innocent and Kaie had beaten him up? Probably wouldn't have anything to do with me ever again, Maggie thought, clutching the grocery bag tighter before easing up on it. She had gotten some sugar cookies and had brought them along, not as a bribe but as a sign of good will. Besides, they deserved a treat after all they've done to protect the city.

Just go in and tell them the truth. You'll be fine, you haven't done anything wrong, Maggie thought as finally she rang the doorbell, somewhat hoping that no one was home. However, she had a bad feeling that at least one of them would be home, especially after hearing rumors that some where returning from some long-distance missions.

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Ghostdance looked at himself in the mirror groggily. His hunters eyes, though half-lidded in the fog of sleep stared back at him intensely. What stared back at him was a shaggy furred lupine beast. It was still weird to acknowledge that the deep midnight blue and snow white fur that hung off his quite not human muzzle was his. But he was getting more used to it by the day. He still had thoughts questioning whether he was human or not. Or even if that thing mattered at the end of the day. But none the less they were come more and more infrequent. He stared at the mirror intently with his eyes in the hopes he could pick up some hint about himself. And while they could see excellently in low light and see radiant magic and spiritual energy the one thing they could not do is see his own no matter how hard he tried he couldn't see his own aura. The good part about all his time in Seattle was that he got to be himself. Or what his brain told him was himself. It was still all very complex and complicated. He got to see his human self. His brown eyes, blunt teeth, and tan flesh. Everything. He got to be Lang Johnson. The awkward teenager who sucks at basketball, rolled d20's pretending to be a wise druid, and liked The Smiths. Not Ghostdance, upholder of the universes laws and the iron fist of a god. Not forced into a roll he didn't choose. But that time was over. And all he had were memories, a slowly healing wound on his upper arms, and a steadily building sense of grief and guilt. Ghostdance looked at the report sitting idly infront of his lobsters tank. True to his word, the report was finished and done in a scratchy but official blue pen. He wasn't quite sure though it he was ready to turn it in. To tell someone of the sin that he committed. The death he caused. The wolf man felt a cold shiver along his back, making a ridge of fur stand on his back as he shoved away the report in a pocket. "I just need to get out. Sunshine. Be home." he told himself in a whisper as his guilt clawed itself into his thoughts. You call yourself a hero. You killed a man. I'm sure your Grandfather would real damn be proud of you. A defender of all who follow your dogmatic code. Executioner of all who don't. You're slime Lang. He was reaching for you. You were too slow. Instead of saving him you watched him as he fell. His own venomous voice growled at him in his mind. Now you're too much of a coward to tell anyone. Too scared to loose your "friends." You're a monster and soon they'll know it too. See how good your "friends" are then. Ear pinned to his head he pulled on his hoodie and made his way downstairs and to the lobby. He pulled the hood over his eyes and grabbed a mostly unpacked backpack. Only the weight of his custom made gauntlets could be felt in the bag. He needed to get out. Fresh air and then he would decide what to do. The wolf man was already in the lobby when he heard the doorbell ring on his way to exit through the garage. He waited for the second ring to do anything. Puffing his chest out to look bigger the wolf man give a bit it a grunting as he stepped out of the tower. "It's not often we get visitors. Being on an island and all that." he said simply. "Can I help you?" he asked suspiciously.

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No ones home, time to go. Maggie thought, about to head back home or to the library when the door opened and out came the Wolf Man. And this must be Ghostdance, Maggie thought, eyes quickly studying him. He was tall, though everyone was tall compared to her, and big, though not as big as Kaie and Brock where.

It was telling of her that she wasn't freaking out over his appearance, but had Maggie met him before meeting any of the others, especially Nos and Brock, she might of freaked out a bit. Not faint, like she did with Brock, but probably scream.

"Which would explain why I get such odd looks from the boat man when I tell him where I need to go." Maggie said with a grin, which faded a bit when he looked at her so suspiciously. 'Sorry, i'm Maggie. I'm a friend of Kaie, the one who brought cupcakes and muffins last week? Though, if i'm right about who you are, then you obviously weren't in town when it happened." Maggie stated, before taking a deep breath and taking out her cell phone, messing around with it before she found what she needed.

"Anyway, I came here because I need two things: Help and information. And what better way to get both than by getting it from you guys?" Maggie questioned, before showing him what was on her phone. It was a picture of the ice dagger, one of many on her phone that she had taken before Nos took it away from her. "Theres been some reports of recent crimes that involved odd weapons that defied all common laws of physics, whos owners have either been mutated in a horrific way or gone insane. I need to know if these reports are true or not, and if they are then I will tell you everything I know about the maker. Deal?" Maggie asked, before holding up her bag of cookies.

"I brought sugar cookies."

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Ghostdances eyes studied the girl intently with his eyes which seem to have an odd mix of the intensity of a predator and a librarian. The girl didn't seem threatening in the least. But looks could be deceiving. Especially in the company of superheroes. She didn't seem to be magical in any sort of way at the very least. But Ghostdance, being the very methodical type found it better to air on the side of caution. "Who?" he asked at the mention of Kaie, his fuzzy brow furrowing at the name he didn't recognize. A lot must have happened in the month he wad been gone. She's probably another stray kid Ink brought home... he thought to himself idly. It was then that he was hit with the sensation that the core of his body was now a swirling void, in which, deep in the dark depths, laid a slavering maw ready to gobble him whole. What would happen when Ink found out? The forcefully pushed it to the back of his mind with a deep breath and the mental fortitude he usually reserved for spellcasting and intense magical rituals. "I suppose it would." he with an awkward fangy smile and a bit of a shrug. "I postulate the question is who do you think that I am? And more importantly why have you taken the trouble of taking a boat." It wasn't long until he had his answers, at least for the latter question. The knife was certainly odd, but no matter how he looked at it, nor how long he couldn't pick up anything inherently weird about it. His whit tipped ears swiveled towards Maggie as he took the phone in his black clawed paw of a hand. "Maggie. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" he said in a tone that suggested more that it was a statement about the fact he was going to ask questions. "Why not take this to the police? That would be most peoples first instincts. I know for a fact that Jump City Police Department's Special Investigations are quite capable. I know a certain Head Detective Carmen Lechuza that would be thrilled to get some information on this." he said in the same very assertive tone as his eyes scanned any information they could from the photos, filing it away for later reference. "I have a theory on this. Well, maybe observation is a more apt word. I'm quite good at those." the Wayayuhi said offhandedly, looking up from behind his glasses. "The reason you didn't go to the police is that you have something to hide. A personal agenda perhaps? This is only supported by the fact you willingly admitted you're withholding information about a ... I'm going to guess man, that may or may not in fact be guilty." he said, thumbing through Maggie's other pictures in an attempt to learn more about her. "At least have the decency of buying me dinner first if you want to use me." he said, the last part fading into a mumble. Handing back over the phone he stared directly into her eyes. "I don't like being used Ms.Maggie. Not by anyone. The truth is you've given me no reason to trust you at your word. For all I know you could be a reported digging for a scoop, a super-villain looking to use this information for themselves, or just simply a girl with no where else to turn. And While the prospect of sugar cookies is very promising, if you want me to trust you, you're going to have to have a little faith in me and tell the whole story. I want to help. But you're going to have to start being a little more honest and forthcoming. The truth has a will of it's own and you'd only be helping me. What is your stake in all of this?"

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Okay, his eyes are kind of creepy, Maggie thought as he studied her, as though expecting her to ninja out on him or something. True, looks could be decieving but with Maggie what you see is mostly what you get. Sure there was the hidden gift of her omnilingualism but besides that her appearance told you a summary of who she was.

Seriously? He doesn't know who Kaie is? Maggie thought, sighing before describing Kaie. "Shes the giantess. Trust me, you'll know when you see her," Maggie said, smiling fondly as she thought of Kaie. She needed to call Kaie and inform her on whats all happening.

Maggie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he used postulate in a sentence, smirking a bit. "Did you just use 'postulate' in that sentence? How old are you? The only people i've heard that use postulate correctly are over fifty or Grad students who want to make a good impression on their professors." Maggie said as she gave him a good lookover. "Well, from my observations and what information I do have I would have to say that you're Ghostdance." Maggie said, smirking before speaking once more. "Also, a girl in my history class has your picture on her binder. I think she's part of your fanclub."

Maggie watched as he took her phone, looking at the pictures carefully. She didn't mind, knowing that if he went through her other pictures nothing would happen. Most of them where of food and of Maggie and her friends, along with family members as well. Sure, there was a few odd pictures, mostly pictures of texts in foreign languages that Maggie had liked the translation but other than that there wasn't anything that stood out.

Maggie groaned when she heard the tone, because she knew that tone. "Might as well, though I would perfer it to happen inside and not out here in the open." Maggie stated, looking around. She still half-expected Nos or Brock to suddenly pop up. She did, however, listen as Ghostdance questioned why she wasn't taking this to the police about this, smiling a little. "Normally I would have, but seeing as the person in question is an interdimensional demon with super strength and a giant magical hammer, I figured that the Titans would be the better choice." Maggie pointed out, crossing her arms as he informed her on his observation of the situation.

"Or maybe i'm someone whos been lied to, played with, given a weapon that could harm her mentally and physically, and then had to give it away while being held at gun point!" Maggie said, her voice becoming higher and rather hysterical-sounding, her bottom lip quivering as she remembered having a gun in her face. It hadn't just scared it, it had tramatized her greatly. Maggie had to take a deep breath to calm herself down, giving Ghostdance a weak smile at his little joke. "Really, dinner as a first date? I'm more of a movies girl." She joked, taking another deep breath to calm down.

"Yes, because all reporters are 16 year old girls," Maggie sassed, looking up at him with her arms crossed. Of course she would get the Titan who had failed public relations. "Honestly, all I needed was a third party to tell me if this person if dangerous or not but if your not going to help me, then i'll figure how to do it by myself."

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The dark blue furred wolf man gave a small growl and flickered his lupine ears. Feeling a bit embarrassed he cleared his throat and looked down and away. His eyes more focused on some rocks than anythings of Maggies. They were sedimentary, smashed up by battle and the erosion of the tide. Or at least that's what his brain told him immediately as the look started to drift toward his sharp black clawed feet.

This Maggie was certainly full of information now. Apparently, since his trip to Seattle quite a lot had happened. There was a giant back home. An interdiminsional being of dubious nature had taken residence in his city. And evidently, and perhaps most surprising was that his ugly mug had a fan club. The Wolf man felt a burst of red swell all the way up to the very tips of his white capped ears. This was quickly followed by another devouring dark wave of despair.

If they only knew. the wolfman heard that voice breathed in a hollow empty tone in the back of his mind. The venom tangling in those words like an overgrown, but thoroughly dull looking vine.

"Oi, calm down." he said with a small growl, rubbing his head. "All I wanted more information so I could see if I could or should help you. I never said a thing about not investigating this." after pushing up his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his paw he cleared his throat. "You have to realize and understand that Titans Tower is a high risk area for terrorist and criminal activity. And while it does have some of the most complex security systems known to man, it would do us all of no good if I let every stranger with a basket of cookies in there. Finding the object is simple. And if what you say is true I'm gonna need to have some words with this guy. Or fist. Hopefully not fist. But knowing my luck it'll be words with fist."

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Maggie wasn't sure why she was being so snippy with this guy. Perhaps it was due to her being used to the manners of southern gentlemen, where you where treated like a precious jewel. She wasn't used to something questioning or having people not believe her. Or it might be due to her increasing paranoia that any second, Brock or Nos would appear and strike her down. And Maggie so didn't want to get striked down, because she liked life thank you very much.

My goodness, someones been a way from a long time! Maggie thought as she studied Ghostdance as he took in what information she had given out, her hands on her hips now. She was honestly tempted on asking if anyone else was home, perhaps someone whos been there and not away doing whatever it was Titans do when away. However, she kept quiet as a wave of despair seemed to wash over the guy, making Maggie wonder what the heck happened. Did he not like the idea of having a fan club? Sure, it could be seen as creepy but Maggie was sure that the people part of it where generally harmless.

When he told her to calm down, Maggie nearly went off on him, because you shouldn't tell a tramatized southern belle to calm down. That was just asking for trouble. However, she kept quiet once more when he indicated that there would be an investigation on this. "Good, thats all I wanted. Thank you," Maggie said politely, feeling a little bit more relaxed, her shoulders relaxing quite a bit as though a great burdon had just left them.

"Yes, I understand that but if you checked your visitor logs or whatever you guys have you would of seen me and would of know that i'm okay and that i'm not a terrorist or criminal but a friend." Maggie pointed out, then looked down at herself. "Besides, do I look like a criminal to you?" She questioned, eyebrows raised. She didn't believed she looked like one at all, from her brown curled hair to toenails, which where painted Ice Queen Blush. Which was a bit of an oxymoron, like jumbo shrimp, because none of the ice queens Maggie knew where the blushing types.

"If you go after the object watch out for a guy who looks like Nosferatu. Like, you might want to bring holy water for that one, cause hes really fast and really strong and looks a whole lot like a vampire. He also seemed to hate Twilight, but I think anyone with half a brain hates it so that might just be normal." Maggie stated, her eyes going wide when Ghostdance said that he might talk to Brock. "Don't go alone if you go after Brock and don't mention my name either. If you go after him or go to talk to him go with a group or do the Titans have a buddy system for this type of thing? And for the love of all that is holy, do not touch his Thor hammer." Maggie advised, trying to think of what else she could say to make sure the Titans didn't get slaughtered by Brock.
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"Yes, because it's unheard of for a metahuman to shift forms or someone trying to weasel information to establish an identity." he said as dully as a well used executioners axe, rubbing his temple with his temple with his soft black leathery paw pads. He was starting to get a headache. Already his day was off to a wonderful start and could only get better from here on out. If he was lucky he'd get kicked in the face before the day is through.

The situation sounded complicated, and the more the girl talked the more he felt like there was more to the story. If he was the type for drinking he would have given a swig right about now. So much for a day of meditation and reflection that he desperately needed. Not when there was apparently a fully corporeal demon lose and a vampire wandering the town.

At least from the sound of it the vampire was on the up and up. The first step would be to talk to this guy. He didn't have a name for the Nos but a guy like that wouldn't be hard to track down. And if Vampire the Masquerade was any indication he'd probably be jamming the sewers. He wouldn't be the first or only thing down there either. Plenty of the more monstrous denizens of the dark used it out of ease of use. It was much easier to live in the labyrinthesc walls than to set up an apartment or try to get into the Hidden Distict.

"Namah samanta-vajrânâm canda mahârosana sphotaya hûm trat hâm mâm" he spat out in a force cadence. "I know it in Japanese too." he began, the air around him felt heavy and warm like being too close to a campfire. Without stopping for a breath he raised his volume slightly. "Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen." he continued, his fur bristling like iron filings over a magnet as he pulled his hood over his head. "I know the calls of Enock and Catholic rites of exorcism by heart." he said "Hast du etwas Zeit für mich. Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich." he said, still a bit too tired to think of a third, once he got moving he'd wake up a bit. "I can bind a demon to the rocks and trap it in a doll. For someone that says she knows who I am and insist on repetitively insulting my abilities you have no idea what I'm capable of." he finishes coldly as he starts to walk into the harbors mist. "I am the sky's mercy and the mountains wrath and maybe you should be nicer when asking for help." he growls before disappearing into the fog.

But in his heart of hearts GD knew he was in no shape to face a demon right now. He was, angry, sad, and depressed. He was vulnerable to possession in his current state. But he had work to do. May the Great Spirit have his back.