Tell Me Who You Love

earthandtamaran:

ember-mclaine:

Ember nodded, that explained the few guys with clown make up she had seen walking around the city earlier during her night out. “Inque?” she guessed it had been a while since she had visited Gotham, she didn’t remember ever having heard that name before “Who’s Inque?”

“A pretty slippery woman, in several ways. Apparently, she’s got a knack of, well, living oil or ink, hence the name,” Given who Ember seemed to be, it was no surprise that some of Gotham’s ‘entourage’ had changed; time could probably pass differently for ghosts than for humans.

“Ok, got it. Well did you ever have an interesting fight with her?” she took another sip of her coffee then leaned against the back of the booth, propping her arms up a top the seat and her feet, one crossed over the other, on the table. She knew it was rude to do in a public place, she just didnt really care. “C’mon tell me about how good conqeured evil in a ravishing battle between forces, I love stories.”

earthandtamaran:

ember-mclaine:

Just before Ember could reply the waitress came back to their table with the drinks they had ordered. She handed Selina hers and set her own on the table after taking a sip “Sounds fun. I remember when that bats guy would go a few with that nut case of a clown, man he was fun.” Ember said reminding Selina of her ghostly age “Ever gone up against anything like that?”

Selina gave a short nod of thanks to the waitress, wrapping her hands around the mug neatly. “Joker? He’s been gone for a while. There’s gangs of kids going around with the name of Jokerz, trying to emulate the guy, but they’re a far cry from him, thankfully. I think the worst has been Inque.”

Ember nodded, that explained the few guys with clown make up she had seen walking around the city earlier during her night out. “Inque?” she guessed it had been a while since she had visited Gotham, she didn’t remember ever having heard that name before “Who’s Inque?”

earthandtamaran:

ember-mclaine:

Ember laughed, relieved that the half tamaranian had found her story amusing rather than harmful. “So what about you, red? Any exciting stories about yourself?”

“Well, probably nothing on that scale,” she started with a shrug, “But ducking assailants and watching them run into each other has never ceased to be amsusing.”

Just before Ember could reply the waitress came back to their table with the drinks they had ordered. She handed Selina hers and set her own on the table after taking a sip “Sounds fun. I remember when that bats guy would go a few with that nut case of a clown, man he was fun.” Ember said reminding Selina of her ghostly age “Ever gone up against anything like that?”

Plot Twist!: I actually decide to start paying attention to my Ember blog again and get some roleplaying done.

purple-shirt-of-sex:

mememaster:

I believe in love at first episode

love at first stab

(via benedictles)

earthandtamaran:

ember-mclaine:

“Well I go on a few tours here and there, I’ve also been on some wicked adventures. Like this one time I was playing a show back in the ghost zone and this dipstick had the nerve to challenge me to a guitar duel, at my own concert! So I totally waste the guy sending him flying back into the crowd with a single D minor. Man, it was great!”

Selina snorted, “Well, he did have the bad manners to challenge at that time and place.” Considering the other guy was probably a ghost too, she wasn’t worried about collateral damage.

Ember laughed, relieved that the half tamaranian had found her story amusing rather than harmful. “So what about you, red? Any exciting stories about yourself?”

earthandtamaran:

ember-mclaine:

The undead rock star walked over to a booth toward the front of the cafe. Holding up a menu as she waited for Selina to sit across from her. A waitress soon came to take their order “A double espresso for me and a Carmel mochiatto with extra whipped cream for cherry here.” Ember said with a smirk of confidence that she had gotten the red heads order right.

Selina really didn’t mind that choice -then again, raised with a Tamaranian mother kind of kept your options open as far as food went-, but it wasn’t entirely her favorite. “So, other than just looking around and being, well… ghost-like, what do you do?” she asked, trying to make some kind of casual conversation.

“Well I go on a few tours here and there, I’ve also been on some wicked adventures. Like this one time I was playing a show back in the ghost zone and this dipstick had the nerve to challenge me to a guitar duel, at my own concert! So I totally waste the guy sending him flying back into the crowd with a single D minor. Man, it was great!”

earthandtamaran:

ember-mclaine:

“I really don’t think that’s going to happen, baby doll.” she said opening the doors and walking in to the coffee shop, hair still burning with a bright blue fire.

“Tch.” Selina wasn’t going to deal with any of the backlash from that. “Just a Gotham shop; nothin’ fancy.”

The undead rock star walked over to a booth toward the front of the cafe. Holding up a menu as she waited for Selina to sit across from her. A waitress soon came to take their order “A double espresso for me and a Carmel mochiatto with extra whipped cream for cherry here.” Ember said with a smirk of confidence that she had gotten the red heads order right.