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[redneck_wolf]

Jake was heading back to the dressing room, after a particularly loud and boisterous concert. Nina had slipped out "Just to get a drink," and Arn had headed for the bus, muttering something about Lee Harvey Oswald clones. That left Jake on his lonesome, and... he didn't particularly mind. He'd been on his own most of his life, and he was used to the quiet. Almost like an old friend, really.

He was a touch nervous being back in Gotham. He didn't want to get into any more scrapes than he had to, and Gotham had not particularly been good to him, in that department. Still. He had Nina and Arn with him this time. That had to count for something. Still, he couldn't help but lock the door behind him, as he trudged into the dressing room, looking for something resembling a chair to flop down in. He was dragging his guitar behind him, not minding the twangs and plunks of protest it sounded. He couldn't play anyway, what did it matter if it was out of tune, or broken?

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[stretchy_girl]

That was it then how boring. Not everyone could be gifted with the de Mille shapeshifting genes she supposed. "So every full moon you go arooo?" She produced a pitch perfect wolf howl, her expression a little mocking as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm a spy and an infiltrator it's what I do," she told him shortly, walking casually over to examine some stage costumes on an old hanger. "As for what I'd want, your help should I need it. Seems only fair if I'm going to go to all that effort."

[redneck_wolf]

If he had still had pointy ears, they would have perked up at that howl. As it stood, though, he simply narrowed his eyes slightly. "You wanna be careful with that, if'n you don't mind. I'm not atall sure who's territory I'm in right now, and I don't fancy gettin' strung up for it."

He shook his head. "Spy 'n an infiltrator, hm? Too bad. We could use a new drummer." He moved on, without a pause. "R-complex ain't somethin' you wanna be underestimating. They specialize in knowin' about all of us. In knowin' how to stop us and use us. It ain't some rinky dink organization. You wanna picture somethin' on a grand scale. Like-- Like the death star in that movie." Arn had been showing him SOME pop culture, recently. He was getting caught up.

[stretchy_girl]

Werewolves had territory? That was new, she'd have to find out more about how how they worked, but for the moment that could wait. Ignoring his comment about a drummer she seated herself on the edge of the table, crossing her legs and waving a hand dismissively.

"That might be true, but you needn't worry, I've slipped into countless organisations in the past without them knowing I was ever there." She didn't want to tell him too much about her abilities. "I can get information about this R-Complex which will get them off your back, but the question is what's in it for me?" She swung her leg idly, giving him a coy look.

[redneck_wolf]

Jake frowned, contemplating this. "I... can't imagine what sort of information you could get that would get them t'stop hunting us." Arn was already in and out of their computer system whenever it was safe to do so. "They know we escaped, and they want us back, be it-- pride ;r some actual project they need us for." He shrugged.

"I don't know what you want, or what we could offer that you'd want. We're just tryin' to keep our heads low, and get by."

[stretchy_girl]

"Target information." She answered succinctly,coldly, "an organisation is made up of people, one of those people made the decision to pursue you. I find out who they are, I make them change their mind." There were more details involving torture and death, but she got the sense he wouldn't enjoy those as much as she did.

"Sheep run, wolves fight and I quite like wolves. The question is are you going to remember what you are before the R-Complex kill your friends?" She wondered if there was a bounty on the others, they meant nothing to her, but Fang could be useful.

[redneck_wolf]

"Oh, we know who's leading the charge t'get us back," Jake snorted, getting up and stretching. There was nothing to eat in here. "But if even Fate can't take 'em, there's not a lot the rest of us can do, but try to keep outta the way."

He scowled, unhappily, at her goading him. "With all do respect, Ms Gemini, wolves do more'n that. And I ain't no wolf; I'm a were wolf. There's a touch'a difference." He had defended his friends before. He would do it again.

[stretchy_girl]

"There are alternatives to an open attack you know." She shrugged, drawing back some errant hair to behind her ear. "that's my offer take it or leave it." Although she couldn't help but add from sheer curiosity.

"What are the differences?" She'd been a wolf before, but a werewolf was new to her.

[redneck_wolf]

"Well, it is mighty fine'a you to offer, Ms Gemini, but without talkin' to the others, I'm in no position to make choices for 'em. I do appreciate the kindness though."

His expression changed to bemused at her follow up question. "Differences? Well-- Most importantly, I'd say one's a person, an' the other's an animal."

[stretchy_girl]

"Person and animal," interesting, she nodded, making a note to call her Brotherhood contacts to see if she could find out more.

"Well," she hopped down from the table "you could talk to the others," she nodded agreeably, "but then I might have to tell Nina about the kiss we shared, I'm sure she'll believe me what with..." Her clothing shifted and the green dress was back, complete with his signature this time scrawled across her cleavage complete with crudely drawn heart.

"I'm sure you don't want that though."

[redneck_wolf]

Jake blanched. "I didn't-- We didn't--" He spluttered. "Now why would you say a thing like that?!" What the hell! "Nina-- wouldn't care." Suuure, Jake. Is that poor self esteem talking, or just a bad lie?