[IC Contact -- Snowblind]

[bookofnope]

[There is a click noise. It sounds as though it might be judging you.]

Comments

[harlequinofhate]

Really? I'm the Pale Man. I'm five hundred years old, fella.

I'm more interested in Norfinbury and the other poor saps stuck here with me.

And you.

[bookofnope]

Let's say I believe that. For argument's sake... why me? There are other im- former immortals here.

[harlequinofhate]

Why not believe it? For all I know it could be true!

[A cough.]

I like to know about everyone. I'm trapped in a cage with ya where even kakking it doesn't get a guy out.

You....you're just interesting.

[bookofnope]

I have some experience with that kind of longevity. You don't - smell of it, shall we say. Particularly that business with the Bat.

[And on he talks, but this is good - keep him talking.]

I'm willing to answer questions, if it gets any of mine answered in turn.

[harlequinofhate]

Yes. The carpet matches the drapes.

[bookofnope]

If this is your standard of comedy, I can see why you resort to bombs.

[Speaking of which...]

How were you able to make explosives?

[harlequinofhate]

A brilliant scientific mind. I know how to use what's available to me to get the job done.

[Even if the job is doing nothing.]

[bookofnope]

It would be much handier if you used your brilliant scientific mind to blow up some doors.

[But he sees he isn't going to get any bomb answers. He can tell. Is there anything else?

... yes. Yes there is.]

What if I want to know about the Bat?

[harlequinofhate]

What about him?

[bookofnope]

What is he? Not human. I hardly imagine that.

[harlequinofhate]

He is the night!

The guardian of Gotham!

Much more than a mere man.

[bookofnope]

I'm sure that you think the world of him. But advertising aside, what does that mean? Is he some kind of spirit, or supernatural being tied to the city?

[harlequinofhate]

Yeah! Nothing happens in that sin city without him knowing.