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You’re welcome.

Sock? You alright?

[Warning: IV mentioned]

Jazz wakes up surprisingly not in pain. She wonders for a moment if she’s dead before opening her eyes and taking in the room she’s found herself in. It looks like a hospital room but more purple, which you find as an improvement on hospitals. The cat girl is hooked up to an IV drip by one arm and by the other is handcuffed by the wrist to the frame of the bed she’s on. She hums a little before her attention is pulled to a camera up in a corner of the room. Quirking an eyebrow, Jazz then smiles and does a little wave with her fingers.

“Hello whoever is watching~” Some undetermined time later, which feels far far faaaaaaaar too long to a bored kitty. The door opens at long long last, and in he walks. The man she saw before passing out. “Well hello, handsome. Meow,” she chirps. He looks like her old pain in the ass frienemy, the Deadeye Detective, but not completely. Perhaps he’s this universe’s version? It would explain the handcuffs, Jazz thinks to herself with some amusement. He raises an eyebrow and says, “Hello to you, miss?”She smiles and answers his unasked question, “Jasmine, mostly Jazz, pussycat, etcetera and so forth.” His face doesn’t really show if he’s amused or not. He just says, “Miss Jasmine then. I am Diamonds Droog. You’re here because I mistook you for someone else and shot you.” That is very interesting. He hit you while you were jumping between rooftops, and you know for a fact that you are very fast. Wherever he was when he hit you, his aim must be rather good. “Nice shot,” you say with a wink. A response that does seem to manage to amuse him as he smiles a little. “Well… Thank you I suppose,” he responds.

“So, Mr. Diamonds, are you in fact the Diamonds Droog of the Midnight Crew I’ve heard so much about?” she asks with a purr. The way Jazz sees things, why be angry over a little mistake? Plus, she couldn’t deny this man was an opportunity. From what the cat girl has come to know about Diamonds Droog, he is a very shrewd man. And now learning what a splendid shot he is as well, her interest is thoroughly captured. “One and the same,” he says and then counters, “May I ask… are you… like this because of one, Doctor Scratch?” By this point Jazz had heard a little about each gang and the names of the major players at least, so she knows the name. But she shakes her head to his question, “Nope~ I was made in a different universe.” Mr Diamonds looks genuinely surprised at this. Perhaps this Doctor Scratch is commonly responsible for making odd sorts like her. The cat girl’s mind thinks of the birddog, Jay. “I see,” he says simply and looking thoughtful.

She grins as she decides, as usual, not to be subtle at all. “I am seeking employment, Mr. Diamonds. And I believe I have skills that could be valuable to your organization,” Jazz states confidently. This draws a small laugh from him before he asks, “Is that so, Miss Jasmine?” “Quite,” she says as her grin turns a bit evil. “I am particularly good at getting people to loosen their lips. Meow~ Be that seductively or… with finessed force~” His eyebrow quirks as he continues to gaze at her. He seems… tired, amused and perhaps interested.

About time. Fashionably late to my little party huh?

Sure does.