3898/Harley's Titan Couch

Harley's Titan Couch
Date of Scene:	22 October 2020
Location:	Lobby - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	Siobhan comes to Harley's Couch at the Titans lobby for a word about the problems in her life and their missing friends up in space. Turns out being a death banshee is wicked!
Cast of Characters:	Harley Quinn, Siobhan Smythe

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Harley Quinn has posed:
When her friend Vorpal disappeared and Harley caught word of it she made sure to come here to the Tower to lend her help in the retrieval. Or at least help with people coping. It was perhaps a rare thing, she actively seeking out others in order to help them but here she was. In order to do that she has devised an hour each week she will be lounging at the lobby so any Titan that wants can come and speak with her and make use of her 'psychologist's magic' as one of her friends likes to call it.

And that hour had come!

Harley is currently sitting down on a chair by the lobby, dressed in a top along with bright yellow overalls atop, chewing bubblegum and with her eyes down on a book. Next to her is a glass of some clear drink and she is humming some kind of tune that appears to be known only to herself. All in all, she looks very peaceful at the moment!

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
For her part, Siobhan has been doing a rather good job of internalizing her issues and keeping her problems to herself. She had heard from others about Harley Quinn but wasn't sure about going to see someone like that about her problems. Sure, she might be a professional but...she was also supposedly crazy. So...

Either way, after a moment, the woman appears in the lobby from the elevator and sucks in a breath. In the back of her mind, something paces a little. Not wanting Siobhan to get any help or talk about her emotions or, well, work anything out. It's not to the Banshee's advantage.

"Hey, dere." The brogue of her voice calls out to Harley as she starts to approach her and idly shifts her jacket a little, "I'm assumin' ya're 'ere to help and all dat, yeah?" She asks and moves to get into Harley's line of sight and lean against a wall, "I'm Siobhan."

Harley Quinn has posed:
The book gets closed with a 'snap' and Harley sharply looks up. Those eyes turn a bit manic and her grin widens just a touch more. She is perhaps a touch excited. "Someone came!" with book put aside she claps her hands together once in approval. "I am Hah'lee." she introduces herself. "And yep, I am. I mean, I was heah foh the booze first but Kian tells me theah ain't no booze at the bar ya guys got heah so ...." and she lets out a dramatic little sigh, lifting her glass of ..., is it bubbles there? "...So I got this .., fizzy watah.." oh, how the mighty have fallen. Or maybe the mighty drunkards.

Though the wink she offers next appears to show she is mostly joking. MOSTLY. Did she note the way Siobhan doesn't seem so sure about being here and trying to make her more at ease? Who knows?!

"Gotta love yoh accent. Irish, ain't it right?" She asks before finally answering her question. "But yea, heah ta help. Want a fizzy watah?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A slow blink and Siobhan already wonders if this is an incredible mistake. She isn't sure about explaining about being a soul eating monster after losing friends and, well, everything else about her fucked up life, to someone who is...well, someone who is this. She pushes through, though, as she doesn't have a lot of options, "Yeah, Irish." She states simply enough and lets out a breath.

"And nah, I'm not really into fizzy waters. I prefer coffee, alcohol or just plain water to anytin' else." She then shrugs her shoulders and looks to the side, "So, uh, look, I'm not sure what ya game is but if ya're 'ere to help, den I appreciate it but I'm not sure ya can handle my particular level of issues."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Fuckin' finally! Someone who's normal!" About drinking tastes that is. Harley offers a brief roll of her eyes and leans back on her chair to take a deep gulp out of that damn fizzy water. The glass is put atop the book and she now eyes the Irish woman with attention, taking her in.

After a few moments of silence she finally speaks up in quite the calmer manner. A really big contrast to what she was just doing. "Thought ya weah the one that needed ta be able ta handle yoh issues, not me. I am just heah ta listen." a beat. "So why dontcha sit and give it a try?" she chinjerks towards the couch nearby.

"Eitha that oh if ya got a bottle o' booze stashed someweah I am game too. I know Kian does. That birdie can't fool me, no he cannot."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smirk and she walks over to sit on the couch before looking down at the floor, "I do need ta handle me issues but also was tinkin' dat was what you were for? I mean, isn't dat what you types are about? Listenin' to someone talk and den sayin' sometin' all intellectual and we feel better?" She asks and then she sighs, "And honestly, I don't know what ya could say or do or what I can say to fix a lot of what I have."

It's not like she's eaten more than one soul or even sure if she could do so again if pressed. And he was evil and already dead but that's not the point. She just isn't sure how to say it and so she has this torn look upon her face as she looks forward and lets out a breath.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Types...?" Harley looks down at herself then back up to Siobhan. She screws up her expression a bit, "Ack, ya stereotypin' me! But it's not as if I even got my license anymoouh." it's a great way to start this! Saying she isn't qualified anymore! "But ..., sometimes it ain't about what's said, but about listenin', knowin' theah's someone on the otha side who will listen ta what ya want to tell."

And she leans forward now, resting her elbows on her knees in a very non-psychiatrist manner. "And I am lookin' at ya and .., ya have a lot ya want ta say." a brow furrows, "But ya seem undecided on how ta begin, maybe."

"Soooo, how about ya tell me moouh about yohself and ya came ta be heah at the Titan's tower?" something easy to get Siobhan more at ease. And also for her to ponder on how she wants to share whatever it is she wants to.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"Well..." She lets out a sigh, "I'm a musician and a singer." She nods her head, "Often da two go hand in hand." She then lets out a slow sigh and shakes her head, "And why I'm 'ere and more about me is kinda part of da problem." She looks to Harley and then states, "I'm not precisely all human." She shrugs and then nods her head, "And while dat might be common for folks here, I'm not sure my type is common to anyone or anywhere."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"A singah!" Harley replies with a bit of a grin framed upon her expression. "Nevah got the chance to get myself in the show biz, unfortunately." another dramatic little sigh. As if a potential star had been lost! As Siobhan continues though Harley mmms, "Well, bein' human is sorta overrated. Who wants ta be borin' normal anyway?!" not her at least!

"But anyway, so what is yoh type?" She then finally asks. It does seem to be a point of contention afterall.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look down and then she shrugs. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say. She looks over at Harley for a moment before letting out a slow breath, "I'm a Banshee. De Banshee, I think." She states and nods her head, "Da herald and also bringer of death, it seems." She states before letting out a breath and then looking to the side, "A terrible and horrible ting dat has, lately, become more and more dan I tought it could be. Worse in fact." She then looks back to Harley, "And den we lose friends and I lose control and..." She sighs.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Holy shit!" Harley's eyes go wide when Siobhan announces she is a Banshee. Or THE Banshee! Though would one think of her as being deterred or otherwise scared? "That's fuckin' wicked!" she exclaims. A pause and then a wicked little grin appears on her expression. "Gives it a whole new meanin' ta bein' a singah, doesn't it?" hey, she knows how Banshee tales go!

Yet she also appears to understand what Sio says next. Both about control and expectations. "Sometimes tryin' ta be always in control brings the exact opposite." And she should know well about that! Considering her own life. "But it seems ta me ya talkin' about a specific event that happened recently.. Wanna talk about that?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Well, can't say that Harley isn't at least decent at her job. She spotted more than Siobhan expected her to. She looks over at Harley and tilts her head, "I have had some tink of it dat way but I really try not to mix work with, well, business." She states simply enough, "I just use my natural ear for sounds." She then frowns slightly and looks forward, "Frankly, not sure I feel dat it is so, uh, wicked. Especially as I'm half of a two part equation when it comes to da Banshee. She wishes to make me more like what she wants."

She sucks in a breath as she closes her eyes, looking down and shaking her head, "And den dat damn man who claims to be Satan himself got her all riled up." She nods again, "And dat damn necromancer went and caused trouble and..." She sighs out slowly, "...I literaly ate his soul. Da necromancer dat is." She looks over at Harley, "Sucked him right into me and, from what ah can tell, erased him from existance."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"So ya got anotha soul inside ya who tries ta push yoh to do the wicked." It becomes more clear now indeed, Harley tapping fingertips over her chin. "And it's real easy ta get mad and just give in, ain't it? Do all the crazy shit you'd never do if you weah in full control." almost as if she was talking by experience. But then again, she has gone past that stage a long time ago already, having given in fully to the crazy and to being a rampant force of destruction in the past. Yet she somehow appears a touch different now.

"So you took out some asshole who was fuckin' up with necromancy. And Satan? Not suwah how I feel about knowin' theah's someone who might be Satan out theah..." Not like Harley hasn't killed in the past! "But you seem ta be sayin' as if she kinda takes ovah when you use yoh powahs?" she then asks. "Do you still got any control then or is it all her?"

She is still try to understand well how it all works for Siobhan.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"I don't tink anyone else really gets it." She states simply, "Dey all tink I'm totally different when it happens but...I'm dere, too. It's like," She pauses for a breath, looking at her hands and then nods, "Sharing." She looks to Harley, "I'm still dere." She rolls a shoulder and frowns before she shifts on the couch uncomfortably.

"I'm not totally gone. It's like I let her guide me. Sorta like when ya first learn to ride a bike." She nods her head, "And someone has one hand on the handle bars and another on ya back." She looks to Harley, "Dey aren't drivin' but dey can tilt da direction of tings."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"And ya told me she tries ta influence how ya act out heah too. So theah's some control comin' her way to yoh normal self. Which also means ya can most likely do the same in return." Yes, Harley has a fine idea on what is going on now. She nods. "Eventually she will need ta take the hands off the handle and let ya ride by yohself. But let me guess, she's tryin' ta mold ya ta be moouh like her before she actually does it."

Harley reaches into a pocket, unwrapping a bubblegum and tossing it into her mouth. She offers another to the girl. "Cherry-flavor, if ya want." then leans back on her chair again. "Do ya fear moouh killin people or losin' control to her?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Smirking, she takes a piece of bubble gum and then sighs, "I fear dat, eventually, I'll either become what she wants...or have to." She nods her head, "I'm not sure." She looks ahead of herself and then frowns, "And now I'm feelin' even worse cause my friends are lost out in time and space or whatever has happened and I'm more worried about me own problems. I should be off helpin' but I'm not sure how good I'd be in space." She looks over at Harley a moment.

"No sound in space." She states, "Not much anyway." She then looks ahead again and considers, "you're really not a traditional...well, person, are ye?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Eitha that oouh..." And Harley gestures as if she was taking a bull by the horns (or is it a bike?) and squeezing hard. "Ya take her by the horns and tell her who's in charge. She is in yoh house right?" with her house meaning her body! "Sometimes ya just gotta put those people in theah places so they realize who they messin' with. O' course it's easier said than done, which is why confidence is the fuckin' it." Which appears to be something she has in abundance of.

A nod is given about the friends lost in space, her expression turning a bit down. "Yea..., when I heard about Vorpal.. It was messed up. And he sent me a fuckin' video, if ya can believe that.. In case he was dead, or gone.." she shakes her head a bit to herself. "He's soooo dramatic." looks who is talking!

As for being traditional. "What makes ya think I am not traditional?" she pops her bubblegum and quirks a brow.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look over at Harley, looks at her outfit and then back at Harley, "I mean, I'm sure ya're traditional whatever ya are tryin' to be but as far as most folks go, dey certainly wouldn't wear what ye are wearin' or act as ye are actin'. Especially around someone who just said they are basically a death spirit." She chuckles and shrugs, "Just de way it is. Don't get me wrong, it works. Just not somethin' I expected when someone said I might get sometin' out of talkin' to yeh."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"It's as I told ya befoouh.., being normal sucks big time. Why be normal when ya can be awesome, amirite?" Harley replies with undeniable logic! She then shakes her head, "I am guessin' ya get enough o' people givin' ya the stink eye. And besides, ya should see what some o' the villains in Gotham awhe like..." she murmurs, letting out a sigh. "Regardless, one o' my best friends has six arms and has interestin' ideas on what makes a good movie so ...., not gonna get my panties in a jimmy foh a death spirit banshee! And I still think ya must look wicked cool when ya get those powahs goin'"

"As foh your friends, and helpin..." a beat. "Ya can help in many ways. It's not like I am this supah scientist mind that can help in gettin them heah, oh got powahs that break time and space ta reach 'em. So I am heah, listenin' ta people, tryin' ta have them feel betta about ourselves. I am suwah theah's somethin' ya can do too. How about a small concert foh yoh Titan friends?" she then adds as an idea.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile and she nods, "Maybe dat's a good idea." She shrugs, "I really don't know." She laughs and stands up before lookin' over at Harley a moment before she considers her, "Ye know, maybe I'll show ya some time what I look like when I'm goin' wild but...I don't tink right now I'm in de right spot for it." She then considers Harley a moment and then tilts her had, "And if ye ever in the neighborhood for a dat, let me know about dat, too." She chuckles and smirks before shruggin', "Ye seem like the fun type even if it is just for fun rather than for more." She shrugs, "Either way, tanks for listenin', Harley. I'll see ya but I tink now I ought to go get some food and make a few phone calls."