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Qira Quest	Some time has gone by since Qira agreed to give this 'music' a try at Conner's insistence. She's been oddly quiet since then, but has just now sent a text to Conner. Meet me outside the clock tower in Gotham. Q It comes in from yet another unidentified number, still using that burner phone with its throwaway sim cards. But who else texts him like that? She's loitering in the alcove of the entryway to the clocktower, in a sleeveless yet hooded top tucked into loose-fitted pants that fall all the way to the ground. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, that bright white standing out in the dark. Then again, so does the shine on her eyes. She's removing the sim card from the phone, snapping it in half, and inserting a fresh one. She glances around, then down again, aware that staring too long will draw attention to her. Unwanted attention. instead, she flips idly through the songs on the mp4 player, though none of them seem to entice her to listen more than a few seconds. She seems a little antsy, agitated.
Conner Kent	There is a number of spooky people that would write Conner like that. But Conner has reasons to suspect it is Qira. This time it takes him over half an hour to get to her, since he had to pick up a hard drive with more music. Also, he also comes flying, although it is possible Qira doesn't see him until he has landed by the closest shadowy alleyway. Plenty of those in Gotham. Although his enhanced hearing picks up the mp4 activity, he doesn't realize Qira looks nervous until he sees her. "Hey, you okay? What's up?" He says as greeting.
Qira Quest	Qira glances up when he speaks, giving a nod, "Yeah just... I don't know. It's like my hackles are up but there's not a good reason for it. At least, none that I can tell... and I can see a lot that most people can't." She shakes her head and straightens, tucking her hands into her pockets, turning towards him and looking up. It exposes the thin white wire of the headphone tucked into one ear. "A lot of the music is... confusing. Hard, fast, loud... it's like... hunting music." She looks up at him and smiles faintly, "Some of it is more... bouncy. But that is... grating. It sounds strange. I can't figure out it's purpose." Qira shakes her head and lifts a shrug, "I'm still getting used to it. How... what... that is, I assume you've been well?"
Conner Kent	Conner tilts his head. Hunting music? Sure! "I am fine, I am not the one chassed by a centuries old assassin gang. Just a college student," he grins a bit, hinting maybe he is not just a student. He admitted he could fly last meeting. "I brought more music for you to listen. A lot that is not bouncy. Classical music and jazz, and... yeah, much bouncy music too." He offers the girl a small hard drive with a connector for the mp4 device. "Where are you staying? I didn't ask last time, but it is a concern. I can't even find you if you don't call me. If you get into trouble, I can help."
Qira Quest	"Uh huh. And I'm just one of dozens of orphan kids roaming the streets of Gotham like packs of feral dogs." Qira gives him a wry smile before shaking her head and letting out a small huff that might be the start of a laugh. She looks at the hard drive he's offering up and lifts a brow, then reaches out to take it from him, tucking it into a pocket. "I'll have to fuss with it later." Looking back to Conner, she clears her throat, "I... live where I woke up. Some.. defunct lab posing as a defunct shack out in the swamp outside Gotham." Qira shakes her head, "It's.. not a home. Just a place of significance. Batman is.. checking through the databases stored on the computers there." She lifts a shrug, "Maybe I'll be able to find out something after all."
Conner Kent	Conner frowns briefly. Wouldn't staying there defeat the purpose of so much sneaking and changing phones? But if Batman lets her, what the hell does Conner know? "If he can't find anything, I'll get you a better detective," he states, smiling again. "Well, if all is well except for some music doubts, do you want to grab anything to eat?" He asks, "which reminds me, most of those wandering orphan kids will end up in a gang, or worse. So, I think you should start aiming for something better."
Qira Quest	Chuckling, Qira gives a nod, "Not sure who would be better than Batman, but I'd be interested to meet them." She glances up at him and lifts a corner of her mouth, "But I'm fairly certain we'll get something soon. As for that look on your face, the League didn't revive me, someone else did. The lab is... a scientific lab. A hidden scientific lab." She chuckles and flashes a grin up at him, "I'm always hungry. Something about this metabolism.." Qira glances up and gives a snort, "I look like a 'gang' type of person to you? I /beat up/ the gangs. They don't like me."
Conner Kent	"Gangs are not the worst that can happen," points out Conner. Gotham has one of the worst records in regards murder or just people vanishing of the US, after all. "You might be good at fighting, but you are also rather ignorant of many basics of modern society. Not just music." He looks around the streets, looking for a good place to get some food. This part of Old Gotham is too fancy for his taste.
Qira Quest	"Worse than being killed, then being resurrected only to be turned into a science experiment?" Qira lifts a brow at him, that wry smirk back again. Shaking her head as her eyes dart from place to place, "This is about the only city where what I am /isn't/ that weird. Here there's.. Man-Bat's and Killer Crocs. Penguin's. Psycho clowns. This is a place I can actually just.. be." She tugs on his arm and tilts her head towards the west, "C'mon, the cheaper places are this way. This area is nice for a meeting place, not so great for quick, fast food." Starting off, she tucks her hands in her pockets once more and offers, "I'm not ignorant of modern society. Just... people. Social skills. Intellectually, I know what is and isn't appropriate behavior in public. That's why you don't see me screaming, shouting, picking fights, or running around naked. People... people are a whole other beast that I have zero experience with."
Conner Kent	"And New York has Mutant Town, with several thousands of, well, mutants. Who sometimes are weird, and sometimes have powers. Gotham is not that good for metas, you aren't going to see many here." Points out Conner. "No one likes Gotham but Gothamites, seriously," he adds in a whisper. He rolls his eyes when Qira explains how wise she is on modern society. Music is not 'social skills'. "You know less than I did fresh out of the clone banks. At least my memory implants and VR sessions included some pop culture and like a hundred languages. You can learn a lot about people just knowing their languages."
Qira Quest	Shrugging, Qira glances around, "Gotham's not bad. Eth Alth'eban is bad." She pauses, then grimaces and sighs, "I shouldn't have said that." Shaking her head, she looks back to Conner, "It's absolutely a place for metas.. they're just mostly villains. I can identify with that easier than I can the heroes." Blinking, looks up at him, "Yeeeeeeeeeees... all of that is 'people' or 'social' skills, that I already said is where I'm weak at. The intellectual stuff is easy. I learn quickly, pick things up easily.. if it's something to do with just like.. information. People, emotions, those are the areas that are difficult."
Conner Kent	"Not exactly, but okay," Conner is not even going to try to explain her how bad Gotham is compared with Metro or even New York. "You are stubborn," he notes, although he seems more amused than worried. "I get you are going to keep doing what you are doing without taking my advice, uh? Maybe the old Bat will have more luck. Or talk to Red Robin, he is the better detective, by the way."
Qira Quest	Qira quirks a smile up at him, "I've been fending for myself since I could walk. You're surprised?" She looks forward and states, "I wasn't exactly raised under ideal circumstances. There wasn't any virtual reality or memory implants. There was just.. training. And punishment. No rewards for doing things correctly, just an absence of punishment." Her voice is flat, devoid of tone or emotion. Carefully so. "I appreciate what you're trying to offer. But you're asking me to give up on.. my life. What's left of it. To just.. ignore all of it, never find any of it.. to go be.. what. What would I be, exactly, Conner? There /is/ no 'normal' for me. I don't give two fucks about 'college' and a 'job'. Frankly, I find the idea of becoming one of the faceless masses of lameass humans a horrible prospect. Why would you want to condemn me to a life of mediocrity? Of being some faceless drone grinding my life away at some deadend job, making a pittance of what's required to actually survive? Of lying to myself that it's all okay, that it's the 'American Dream' to work 60 hours a week in some corporate office for less than a living wage, spending money I don't have to distract myself with inane tv shows about celebrities who get paid twenty times what I make just to /look pretty/." To go into lifelong debt to pay for extra schooling that gives absolutely no guarantee of getting a job that /will/ pay a living wage." She shakes her head and gives a small snort, "I'll skip all that, thanks. I have no interest in being 'normal'. I want to be /me/. And that means learning who and what I am."
Conner Kent	Conner chuckles, "woah, aren't we a little cynical?" That was a pretty brutal way to look at the modern American lifestyle. "Despite what you just said, most normal people manage to find a good deal of happiness in life. Which I know it doesn't happen often to us, 'speshul' folks. Much less to the super-criminal element, which usually end up getting punched by Batman, or hammered down by Thor." He grunts. "I had a lot of fun in college. I won't say it was more fun than fighting crime with my friends, but it was fun and it was something I didn't know I was missing until I tried it. I am looking forward to find a job and make more friends, and maybe make a difference without having to use super-powers, which by the way, can't fix a lot of things that need fixing. At least not the ones I got. It is true I have some options most people don't, but I very much doubt going to live in a cave or the moon would make me happier." Beat. "Speaking of options: Indian or Chinese?" Because both restaurants look good and smell better.
Qira Quest	Qira lifts a brow at him, "Because you have your finger on the pulse of 'normal' people? Have you /looked/ at the employment statistics lately? It's terrible. The entire system is corrupt and there's no means for the average person to change it because the ones that hold all the power have no interest in changing it." Shaking her head, she lets out a breath, "Like I said, I can pick up a lot of information quickly. But it's facts and figures. None of the personal element." She gives a shake of her head, "But I'm not you, Conner. I don't want any of that. College, parties, a job. I'm.. pleased.. that it makes you... happy. But that is not the life I would want for myself." Qira lifts a shrug, "Caves aren't bad with the proper attention. I can't speak to moons, I've never been." Lifting both brows, she looks at him, "Indian."
Conner Kent	Indian it is. Conner opens the restaurant door for her and lets her pick a table. "Well, two things. One, you don't know until you try. And two, you don't really know what you want with your life because you are what? Sixteen?" He rolls his eyes a little. What did he know when he was... okay, technically Conner is -ten- years old. But he was 'sixteen' about five years ago. What did he know? He knew everything, of course. Just like Qira. "Since you are so well-read and know the facts and figures, you should know chances are what you believe now changes a lot in the next five years," he offers. "But... I guess we can continue the conversation in five years. Food now."
Qira Quest	"I don't know how old I am. I was created in a lab and /dead/. Less than twenty years, maybe? Hard to say," Qira lifts a shrug and looks towards Conner. "You /do/ realize that the entirety of my life has been about self-reliance, being able to function as an adult despite whatever age I was, right? You don't get to be an assassin by being a /kid/. Age is nothing compared to /how/ you were raised, Conner. Mentally, I was never a child. It's not how I was created." She glances at him, "Sure. If I were following normal human guidelines. But I cannot stress enough that I am neither normal /nor/ human." She settles into a chair and pulls over the menu.