Wet Highway Blues

[sahoni]

Characters: Ghostdance, semi-open (ask first) It's probably best of your character has a car
Setting: A highway into Jump about 3 am
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Plot Summary: Langston Johnson enters Jump. Broods probably. Mostly this is just to serve as introduction for the character and characterization not only for him, but him and whoever he's with. No big action beats, just talk and hopefully a contact made.

[sahoni]

It was a little after 3 am and a light drizzle was coming down over the highway into Jump City. Not that that really bothered Lang much. Lang liked the rain. He liked the way it felt on his light brown skin. He liked the sound it made bouncing off the broad branches of the tall evergreens that loomed like ancient slumbering giants over the roadway. He liked the slightly oily smell it made as it sunk into the cracks of the dark asphalt.

What he didn't like was the way his legs felt having been walking on the side of the road for the better part of the day. He didn't like his chances of being able to hitch a ride the rest of the way into town. Getting people to stop in normal conditions was a roll of the dice at best. Getting them to stop after midnight in a rainstorm was just Pollyanna-ish optimism. He had a better chance of finding a fresh 100 dollar bill on the side of the road. Maybe a 100 bill and a hot meal. Hot dang did that sound good right now. He wouldn't say no to a shower either.

"The rainstorm is taking care of that, it's only going to get worse. Those were heavy storm clouds you saw rolling in. Big fat thunderheads." Lang thought to himself, with a small glance at his phone. The artificial illumination of the screen the only source of illumination he could see. It'd be so easy just to call home. It was nine buttons away just to call his mom and say "Pick me up. Please". Less if he used speed-dial. Then in a few hours he could be back home in his own room with fresh food, yelled at but cozy in bed, ready to start preparing for college the next day. But this wasn't about taking the easy way out. It was his job, to over simplify the situation, to protect people. And the best way he could protect people was not to get close. People could get hurt if he got too close.

"I can just hide in a road stop bathroom, break the lock if I have to." Lang thought to himself. "Might find a snack machine I can raid." He didn't really have the money for one. But money was hardly an issue when you had the strength to just smash it open and pry that steal grate out and crumple it into a ball. It wasn't the most ethical thing, sure, but it was that or starve and he wasn't one for starving. "Grandpa would kill you for that" he said, thinking out loud. "You shouldn't do that, not when you have the skills to just catch and cook your own food." he reminded himself with a twang of guilt. "Still not going to help tonight." the devil on his shoulder condescendingly reminded him.

"I'll deal. Once I get to Jump I can earn some more money anyways." Lang argued back out loud, solid as a rock in his conviction.

It was then his ears picked up the familiar sounds of tires against wet road. Thumb firmly out and displayed, Lang didn't stop walking as he signaled. "Just call me Pollyanna" he thought to himself, letting a faint light of hope flicker for a moment. But as the car rolled on by without slowing down he just switched to another, ruder finger and pushed on. "Jerk." the native boy growled, pushing his long black hair out of his eyes, giving a frustrated kick at a fat rock sending it skidding off into the near pitch back, chasing the red beams as they faded up and over a hill. At least he was getting closer to town now.

[Elenaphant]

Three in the morning was a miserable time to be returning home. The rain wasn't much of a blast either. It pounded heavily on the windshield and his wipers barely kept up. He could hear it as it tapped his windows like impatient fingertips and the wind whistled around him as he drove a little above 60 on the highway. Nature sounds were soothing; a bad thing when driving tired. He had drowned it out with the radio but he was tired of hearing people talk, singers sing, and commercials... commercial. What a fun mood he was in.

That's how it was whenever he had to spend time in S.T.A.R labs. He spent all his energy being mad, and then left feeling bitter. At least, he thought as the sign read JUMP CITY with the remaining miles, he was going back to a place that made him feel happy. Some R&R—rest and recharge—and he'd be back to his upbeat, boisterous self.

From a distance his headlights caught something unusual on the side of the road. Not unusual in the sense of what he's encountered in his stint as a hero, but not something he expected to see on the highway at this time of night. Man, someone was out in this? That really sucked. He wouldn't want to be in that person's place. For a moment he entertained that this was what horror movies were made of.

...would still beat what he already had to face.

Honking twice in quick succession to catch their attention, Cyborg slowed and pulled to the side until he came by in a stop. Pressing a button next to him, the window rolled down. “Need a ride? I've got heated seats,” he offered. There was a click as the door unlocked.

[sahoni]

Lang felt another faint flutter as he heard another car approach. He could tell by how it skidded over the rain-slick road that it was smaller than than a truck or eighteen-wheeler, but it was riding like it was carrying a lot of weight. He would never had been able to pick it up without the rain. Not without the aid of his supernaturally sharp senses of his other form at least.

The flannel clad teen stuck out his thumb in a reflexive motion. Being in his other form would just make this trip so much easier. His super strength alone would make those bags he's carrying feel a whole heck of a lot lighter. Not to say that the army surplus rucksack and guitar case he was carrying were that heavy, but after enough time on his feet the straps just seemed to dig in all the wrong places. But the side of the road was just too public.

"Maybe if this guy passes me I can step a bit farther in the woods and shift, just for a little bit. My eyes as a wolf could follow the road from there." He'd need to get barefoot, but with the way the air felt it was the smarter plan. This storm was going to be a nasty one. In between the cover of the trees and the thick warm fur of his more lupine form, it'd be warmer. A fair trade for a bit of mud on his paws.

But, to his surprise the car slowed to a gradual stop. "Take that hunger-fueled cynicism."

It was a nice car. He didn't know much about cars but he could tell that much. What was more surprising was the driver. He'd seen this guy on the news a few times. He was Cyborg, a Teen Titan. An honest to goodness superhero. Not like, well, whatever he's been doing on the road. Good deeds, bad guy stomping, and adjudicator via supernatural means he guessed. He wasn't about to to fanboy over the experience. He had his own powers and at the end of the day this was just another person doing what they thought was right. But he had to admit it was strangely fortuitous.

"Yeah, I just need a ride into Jump. You know you're the first person to stop all day? You really are a superhero." Lang said with a nervous sideways smile as he leaned down to be eye to eye with the window, his long black hair heavy with rainwater. "I got a couple bucks for gas if it helps."

Lang didn't wait an answer as he made his way around the back to the other side, the car's taillights catching his eyes in a way that made them reflect for the briefest of seconds. He slid his rucksack and guitar into the back seat before taking his place in the front passenger seat. "The name is Langston, like the poet. But most folk just call me Lang." he said offering one of his hands to the large man in the passenger seat.

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg wasn't surprised to hear it. People nowadays were concerned about picking up strangers into their car. It was a disheartening lack of trust but Cy didn't know if he could recommend more people to pick up hitchhikers. Then again, seeing a person drenched and cold in the rain... There had to be some sort of compromise. "I'm not surprised," he said honestly. "I'm glad I could help--and don't worry about it. I'm heading there myself."

He turned on the heat for the passenger seat and waited for the stranger to get in. They became acquaintances when he got a name. The mention of a poet made him grin as he pressed down on the gas and resumed his drive. "I have no idea who that is," he admitted. "Don't read much poetry, but it's nice to meet ya, Lang. I'm Cyborg. I'm thinking you maybe heard of the Titans? I caught that superhero quip," he said gave a sideways glance before returning his eyes to the road.

"So, watcha doin' travellin' all the way to Jump out in the rain? Got some business in the city? Where you comin' from?" he asked his series of questions to satisfy his curiosity and make small talk.

[sahoni]

Lang sank down into warm shelter the car offered, one hand pushing his dark wet hair behind his ears, the other tugging the door closed with a silent thank you to whatever gods might have been listening. Sky and stone, the rain may not be that heavy yet, but he didn't realize how frozen cold it was until he was out of it. The car felt like a container of warm homemade soup comparatively. He was half-tempted to just drift off into sleep if it wasn't for the fact that he was still in a stranger's vehicle

"Langston Hughes, poet, civil rights activist, novelist, playwright, columnist...a bunch of other stuff too. Um, he wrote 'Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.' fittingly enough." Lang rattled off in an passionate if encyclopedic manner as he dragged his seat belt down and over his chest. "I have a lot of free time for reading on the road." land clarified with a flash of a small nervous smile.

"And yeah. I've seen you on the news a few times. Titans and all that." Lang clarified, pushing his sleeves up his elbows, giving the briefest peaks at the magical tattoos he got from a Medicine man up near Seattle. Part of him wanted to ask Cyborg so many questions. He'd seen a lot of just crap on his travels. Monsters, powerful spellcasters, and fantastical sight. The one thing he hadn't come across was someone like him. Someone with abilities. Someone with responsibilities bigger than himself. Someone he could talk to about everything

He wanted to ask how he dealt with it all. The pressure, the stress, the sacrifice. The whole dang package. He didn't know if Cyborg could help, but just the chance to say some of this stuff outloud for the first time would be a lot of pressure off his shoulders. "But you can't do that" Lang reminded himself as he stared out the window. "You left home to keep people safe. It's called a secret identity for a reason."

But why was he traveling? Sure, he wanted to keep his family safe, that was part of it. But there had to be more to it. "I-I guess I'm looking for a place I belong or somethin'. Life kinda dealt me some cards I wasn't prepared for, you know?" Lang said with a stumble, staring out into the rain. "It kinda ruined most of my plans. Go to college. Get a job. Buy a house. Marry someone along the way. Those plans. I just have a lot I need to figure out about myself."

"That was probably the most honest you've been with someone in months."

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg raised his brow as the dude went on to explain who this poet was, even going so far to quote him off the top of his head. His lower lip curled in and with a subtle tilt of his head, conveyed a wordless 'not bad'. When Lang not-the-poet admitted to reading a lot in a somewhat sheepish tone, Cyborg smirked and said, "I'll keep him in mind next time I'm looking for a book." Columns and plays weren't really his style, but activism? Shoot, that was just part of the lifestyle. 

Keeping his eyes on the road, he didn't notice the flash of anything magical to his right. Even if he did, he was no expert on the mystical forces of the universe. Sure, sometimes the laws of physics bent out of shape in their wacky universe, but at least that made sense to him when the rules were broken.  On that, much like an enthusiams for poetry, he couldn't really relate to. What he could relate to was needing to get away when life turned twisted upside down.

"I hear you," he replied as he took the exit that led toward the heart of downtown centre. "I didn't always have this body. Big changes have a way of ruining all your plans. Maybe I got lucky finding the Titans--starting this whole hero thing, but for awhile everything was touch and go. I felt like I didn't fit in anywhere but you know..." he trailed off as he recalled that first day he met his best friends, particularly what he told Raven. "Plenty of misfits out there in the same boat."

He would have driven toward the docks to go through that secret underground entrance to get to their little island, but he had a passenger to drop off. He slowed and drove through familiar streets. "Do you have somewhere to stay? There are some shelters I can get you to if they have vacancies," he offered. He considered the space he had talked to Robin about, for their Rank 1 members. He considered it. There were free beds there. There was a kitchen stocked with supplies. There was cash for take-out. It was, however, for the recruits. They made donations toward shelters and food banks, but they didn't run one. 

He decided if the city couldn't take him, then it was a back up plan. That was the least he could do.

[sahoni]

Lang closed his eyes and felt the car roll smoothly over the pavement for a moment as he listened. If anyone knew what it felt like to feel like a stranger in his own body he supposed the guy with robot prosthesis would be the guy. "Yeah. But what's important is you keep moving forward. You keep surviving. Humans are made of stronger stuff than they give themselves credit for. All that will and determination..." Lang mumbled, propping his chin up on his hand as he idly wondered what he was made of, watching the outside slide pass.

Maybe Cyborg had a point. Maybe he could find someplace he fit in. There had to be someone out there that understood what he was going through. He didn't know if the Titans were it, but it was a good place to start. If nothing else it was a contact made. Strategically speaking it was a sound move if only to have the extra muscle and eyes in his corner if he needed it. He couldn't argue with that. It wasn't like there were other Wolf people out and about he could split his duty with. Not according to the journal his grandfather left for him.

"Still feels weird. I've spent a lot of time alone."

"Nah. My plan for the night was to find a dry place to camp out and swing by the Y for a shower. Spend the next few days raising up some money by busking and telling fortunes until I can get a few coffee shop gigs." Lang explained, looking over his shoulder at Cyborg. He didn't explain that playing in places like coffee shops and bars made it easy to scan large groups for people who might need his help with his second sight. Or how much he really learned about people through the many forms of divination he could employ.

"Most shelters at this time of night, 'specially in a major metropolitan area such as Jump, are going to be full up or closed. You really gotta grab a bunk by about 6 most of the time." The scruffy Native boy explained with blushful authority. "My best bet at this point is to camp out in a public park or sleep sitting up in a bus stop .I'll honestly be fine as long as I don't get hastled by the cops and get a couple hours decent sleep."

"Maybe then I'll know what to say"

[Elenaphant]

"It never hurts to try," Cyborg replied as Lang pointed out how shelters tended to fill up. "Especially when you've got the advantage of a car, and someone that knows the location of every one of them shelters," he added. "But," he conceded, "if you've got a plan--and it sounds like you do--then I'm not gunna butt my metal hide into it."

He knew something about roughing it on the streets. It was a temporary arrangement since it wasn't long after he came to Jump that fate, or whatever it was, brought the Titans together. There were ways, but it was always risky business. "There's another option... We have a sort of residence place for new recruits--heh, makes it sound like we're in the army," he interrupted himself with that comment and chuckled drying to himself. "We have spare beds there for sure."

Since there was no destination they were headed to, he began taking a long route toward that spare place they had, just in case Lang agreed. If not, he'd drop him off somewhere that he could get out of the rain, or wherever he wanted really. He didn't mind playing chauffeur. If there was trouble, the Titans knew he was otherwise occupied for the day. They knew to prepare for the possibility of a fight without him. He'd get the alert anyway and could decide to join in, but for now, he was in no rush to get anywhere fast.

"Never got my fortune taken before," he mused. "It'd be worth it to let you stay just for that. Are ya good?" he asked with a wry grin and a questioning brow raised his way.

[sahoni]

"Be like water..." Lang said, eyes following a drop down the side window. "I'm flexible. A roof over the head is much better than camping in most cases. I ain't exactly in a position to protest a gesture of goodwill." Lang admitted with a hesitant smile. Maybe he didn't have to say much, at least not now. He was never one for tipping his hand anyways. He would however, gladly accept the opportunity to see who and what these Titans were first hand.

"I don't have a lot of money." Lang admitted, though that was hardly a secret at this point. "But I'm an Indian. We barter." Lang says turning to face Cyborg in full. "If you're willing to trade room for a reading I'd be more than willing to comply. I can do medicine cards, playing cards, tasseomancy, astrology both Chinese and Greek, runes, and tarot to an extent." Lang said counting them off on his fingers. "I tried I-ching, but I can't make heads or tales of it, no puns intended. It's divination made of zen koans. I'm all for riddles but good luck with deciphering that." Lang said with a warm laugh. Geez, how long had it been since he last laughed? Too long.

"And don't worry about how good I am. I haven't had a complaint yet. Just don't expect me to sugar-coat anything I find. It's dishonest to whatever is telling us it and a disservice to the person the message is for."  Lang took this opportunity to give Cyborg a sidelong long, sizing him up for something not physical. "I warn you because some people don't like the truth. It's a force of nature like this rain. It can be brutal, raw, powerful. It only takes a small storm to cause a mudslide. But, like rain it can bring life." With a lazy jerk of his finger, he gestured towards his backpack sitting in the back. "I really only have the stuff to do the stuff with cards... tarot, medicine cards, and playing cards. It's the most portable stuff. Lugging around a crystal ball is a bit much. But you get me someplace with a dry flat surface and I'll do my thing."

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg's mouth tugged to one corner as he listened to the disclaimer. "I face ugly a lot. If the card's say something I don't wanna hear, then it's just another day," he said with a shrug. He didn't take bad news lying down. He'd figure it out and hey, if worst came to worst, he had friends to help him deal. That was his way of giving Lang permission to be as candid as he wanted. 

Since he was already driving that way, it didn't take them long to get to the five story building that served as a residence hall. It didn't look like much, but it had some hidden security features to keep people inside safe. Some bad guys felt the T stood for 'target' and that was the danger of the job. It was one of the reasons why they didn't use it as an extra shelter for homeless civillians; at least not on the regular. Sometimes, security wasn't enough, and being located in Jump didn't have the 360 degree advatage of open water and unobstructed view. 

He still had some faith in the safety of it, or else sparing Lang a cold night wouldn't have been worth the risk. 

The car was let in automatically through the gate. He parked it in the garage which lit up as soon as the door opened. "Most of the lights here are activated by motion sensors to conserve energy," he explained after he got out of the T-car and Lang joined him. "So don't worry about finding a lightswitch."

He entered the building through the side door and the lights turned on as soon as the door began to open, demonstrating his point. "Ground floor's got all the good stuff--which is the kitchen andcommon room. Showers and bathroom are just right here. You can use the room closest.," he explained as he gave his little tour down the hallway of rooms. He stopped to pull out a spare communicator he kept on himself  and fiddled with it for a bit before bringing it up to a scanner next to the door. "Consider this your key."

He held out the comm for him to take. "I'll let you get settled and whatnot. I'll be in the livingrooom when you're ready.  Just through the double doors."

[sahoni]

Cyborg was tough. Lang could respect that. He supposed that anyone that went through whatever happened to him that mandated all those shiny mechanical part and came out the other side whole had to be a caliber of strong most people wish they were. He didn't have any doubt the taller man's words were truth, and not just the posturing of some overconfident teen.

Lang spent the rest of the ride in a mix of small talk and concentrated silence, just thinking about his situation between answering the normal questions. He had a whole checklist of them. "Where are you from?" "Some weather, huh?" "How long have you been traveling?", just stuff like that. He didn't find them annoying. There was something comforting about the shallow conversation of a stranger. He didn't have to get deeper than he wanted. He could almost answer them automatically, or at least have a good lie on hand if he needed. He had gotten good at lying on the road.

Lang had almost spaced out when he the car slowing down, the mechanical clack and grind of a security gate sliding up. The low buzzing of florescent lights filling the lightly echoing concrete bunker that made up the garage. It was dry. He could have fallen asleep right there for the second time of the night. But he had a promise to keep.

Dragging his bag out from the back he rubbed his arms and followed Cyborg, listening to his tour. "Pretty fancy set up you got here. I dunno what exactly I was expecting to be honest. Have you seen the Justice League building in Washington? I went there once on a field trip. Had to fill out this whole questionnaire based off stuff the tour guide said." Lang said, more thinking outloud than anything else, his eyes carefully taking in ever little detail. At least the titans were equipped and funded. A building like this on top of a giant T didn't come cheap.

He nearly bumped into Cyborg when he offered him the communicator. He looked down at the slick yellow and black device held out to him with cautious apprehension. It felt like an invitation to accept something. Something that he wasn't entirely sure he was ready to commit to. He had a lot of people counting on him. A lot of responsibilities that were trusted to him. It wasn't something he could turn back on.

It's just a communicator, not a contract. Heck if nothing else it's a lifeline in an emergency that won't cost you making a deal with something much darker.

"Right. Don't wanna get locked in a closet or something" Lang exhaled and with a small forced smile, pocketed the communicator. "I'll be out as soon as I dig out my cards and find a place for my guitar, alright? It shouldn't be too long." He was getting good at lies.

Stopping before disappearing behind the bedroom door assigned to him he looked back over his shoulder. "And, uh, thanks for all this. You didn't have to and you did. Wado." At least that part was genuine.

Lang sat in the room staring at the communicator for five minute just examining how it felt in his hands, fingers tracing gently over the "T" just clearing his head of the small jabbing questions and insecurities. There was no room for insecurities in magic. Magic might draw it's power from emotion, thought, applied will, or some combination of the three depending on the school, but insecurity, lack of control over your thoughts and emotions were dangerous. At best it'd cause whatever you're working on to fizzle and pop. But the possibility of what could go wrong was nearly endless.

Not that there was much inherent risk with simple divination. Not anymore than human nature provided. But none-the-less Lang leaned back and took a deep breath, imagining his exhales as a wave that pushed the emotional parasites from his mind. Years of meditation drilled in him from various martial arts he found his inner realm, a place of peace inside him from which he drew strength and resolve.

"But what if this a huge mistake?"
Then we learn from it and move on.

"But what if they don't like me?"
Then we find someone that excepts us as us. Flaws and all.

"What if I'm not good enough?"
Then we get better. We keep moving forward.

"Well what do I even say?"
The truth.

When he felt he was ready, he stood up, pushing the communicator into a back pocket . He dug through his bag to find three different decks of cards sealed away in a ziplock bag hidden in side pocked and tucked them under his arm, making his way to the living room. "Here goes nothing."

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg in the meantime was making sure everything was running smoothly for their new guest. The kitchen and livingroom were combined together much like at the Tower, but it was a smaller space. The cupboards were stocked with non-perishables, but he checked the 'best by' date to make sure. He stored the printed dates in his memory to make sure to pick them up and use at a later date. There was coffee and tea available, with the appropriate appliances.

When it was confirmed to be all in working order, he sat down at the dining table just outside the counters sectioning off the kitchen. He sat looking at his communicator to see the history of alerts now that he had a chance. It seemed he hadn't missed much. For a moment he debated sending out a message that he was back in Jump City and would be coming home soon. He knew the team tended to worry, and it was pretty late. At the same time, he didn't want to wake anyone up.

He decided to do it, and kept it breif.

CYBORG: [im back in jump. will be home soon. made a lil detour.]

It wasn't long that he got a notifcation back. He grinned when he saw the message.

STARFIRE: [we missed you! <3 is everything the a-ok?]
CYBORG: [yeah its a-ok. now go get some sleep girl!]
STARFIRE: [goodnight <3]

"Night," he murmurred to himself with a fond smile, and then hearing footsteps, closed his communicator. He put it away and leaned in with his arms crossed over the wood. He gazed expectantly at Lang. "I'm ready to hear my fortune if you're ready to tell it to me. I understand if you're tired and all that," he said.

[sahoni]

Lang stifled a yawn behind the hand not currently holding the ziplock pack of cards."I'm fine. I made a deal with you." despite his obvious tiredness, his tone carried a seriousness to them that really only could be found in words spoken at that late hour. He was going to see this through. "Besides..." he said unceremonious plopping himself on the floor opposite of Cyborg with one knee drawn up. "It might actually help. Being close to an altered stat of consciousness and all that. I mean there are shamanic practices around the world that use various methods and techniques to achieve it. There might be something to it."



"Now, the thing is these three decks offer different thing. Not all of these are for telling the future despite what popular misconception might tell you." Lang said laying out his decks in front of him, taking a a deep breath and exhaling as he left the battered card boxes out in front of him. "Tarot is good for probing the future, be it a general outlook or a specific question. I'm going to guess that's probably what you want." he said tapping his finger on the outer case of a purple case that read "LEARN THE MYSTERIES OF TAROT!" in a cheesy mystical font over an all-seeing eye emblem. "Medicine cards are for personal guidance. Knowing and improving yourself." Lang said jerking his fingers towards a paler box with a lightning bolt on it, of the card boxes it looked the most beat up. "Playing cards are dumbed down tarot, in fact the two are said to share origins by some. But personally I find it's really good with finding someone. Not as good as other methods, but it helps." The shapeshifter leaned back, propping himself up with one hand.



"But uh, before we get started, I wanted to..." Lang stumbled over his words, ears burning red "Ugh. I'm not good at this sorta stuff... I wanted to be upfront with you about some things. I can do more than just do tarot." Lang felt his muscles reflexively tense, ready to push him back into a roll on his feet. "Nothing I've told you has been a lie though. I just, I guess I just don't want you to think I'm trying to pull something over on you. It wasn't like I was waiting on the side of the road for you or something sinister like that. My only agenda at the moment are to got to bed, get something to eat, and get a warm shower in somewhere along that. After telling your fortune of course." Lang looked down at his cards, avoiding Cyborgs eyes and pushed two of the decks to the side, leaving only the tarot. "This one is the one you need now. I just have a feeling."

[Elenaphant]

When not-the-poet Lang got down to sit at the floor, Cyborg got out of the chair to follow suit. His legs had full mobile function, but he ran into the same problem a lot of muscle-heads did when it came to bulk. Sitting down with his knees jutting out toward opposite walls, trying to take up as little space as possible, was clunky work. He managed it, and listened with the raise of a brow at the long disclaimer. His mouth pulled into a wry grin.

"Listen man, I know the A-Z of engineering, but I don't have one clue when it comes to mysticism or whatever the technical term for this stuff is. I'm going to trust that you know what you're doing, and leave the decision making to you," he said, and nodded approvingly toward the tarot cards.

While his answer didn't provide the best assurance, Cyborg had been listening--particularly when he said he could do 'more than just tarot'. Cyborg didn't have an agenda either, when it came to offering up the space, but he'd be lying if he wasn't thinking about potential recruitment if only as a source of information. He was obligated to inform his team that there was someone staying at the space, but he would be informing Robin specifically about Lang's potential. For now, it was about him, and the future that could be divined from what to his less discerning eye was a bunch of cards.

ooc: Sorry for the overdue reply, dear! If you'd like to leave it off here, we can, or of course we can continue on with some tarot fun~