Interview With a Werewolf [Wulfen]

Heather's boredom suddenly vanishes when the man groans and indicates that he's finally waking up. The room they're in is small - the machine is in the center but there's room all around it. Where Wulfen has been placed with his back to one of the walls there's enough distance between them as she sits at the machine that she'd have to get up to touch him, but not much further. The room is lit only by a single spotlight above her, leaving the corners in shadow and the man somewhere in between. But it's not the lighting that she cares about, it's the audio.

And when he talks, it's with an ear for how coherent he is - she can't interview someone who can't talk properly after all. But he seems more dazed than anything. His questions are interesting, and she easily answers them. "I have no idea where this is, come to think of it," she replies, but shrugs that off as unimportant. While she was awake when she was brought here, she hadn't really been paying much attention. As far as she can tell they're still withing Gotham somewhere, but it was quite a drive from the station. "And I'm VerMillion - have you heard of me?" she asks.

She was somewhat famous, at least in some circles, before she was kidnapped. And after that happened a few days ago her name and face have been plastered all over the news - kidnappings always make for good stories, but to have it happen live on a radio show made it even better. To have the victim herself happily proclaim while overriding her station's frequency that she'd be broadcasting a show only a day after she was kidnapped made it even better. One would have to be a bit under a rock for the past few days for her name at least to ring a bell, if not her face. Or, rather, her hair since that's even more distinctive than her face.

Yet, in spite of the fact that she's a kidnap victim of the Scarecrow, she looks quite relaxed as she answers his questions. "And this is all so that I can interview you, when you're ready," she adds, not quite realizing how strange that might seem. But at his question about her having been the one in the mask, she laughs and turns in her chair so that he can better see her. "Do I look that tall?" she asks, before laughing again. There'd be other ways to tell, of course, but the most glaring difference between her and Scarecrow is the height difference - he's almost a foot taller.

"Yep," Heather replies simply, though she thinks that 'girl with the radio show' is a rather weak description. Though she's never really cared what people in general think of her and the brave toxin only makes that worse so she shrugs that off. The question about her being kidnapped also gets a, "Yep." And she appears to be completely unbothered by that. Really, it's more of a technicality - Crane brought her here and she didn't want to go... It's not like he's doing anything bad to her. And each day that passes makes her more and more content to stay. Especially if this interview turns out well.

But she certainly looks pretty harmless, even if she looks like she doesn't have a problem being here. She's short, thin, and hardly looks like she could put up much of a fight even if she wanted to. And aside from the fact that she doesn't seem to care that he's tied up, she certainly doesn't look aggressive at all. Her only intention here really is to interview him, so his third question also gets a, "Yep."

Though his statement after that needs to be corrected. "Actually, I don't know what he'll do with you when we're done, but I doubt he'll just let you go," she says, but shrugs that off. Whatever happens to this guy when she's done with him is both not something she has any say in and not something that's her problem. Perhaps she'd have more concern for him if she wasn't on brave toxin, but while she's able to feel concern it's... hard.

VerMillion smiles when he says that he's listened to her. "Oh, cool, I love meeting listeners," she comments, though that fact will have no real effect on anything. She just likes the confirmation that there really is a lot of people out there who like to listen to her. Sometimes that can be a little bit of an abstract concept since she's more used to being alone in a booth talking to people over the phone - almost feels like she's talking to disembodied voices instead of real people sometimes, except when she meets a listener in person.

His question causes her to shrug and say, "Nope." What else can she say beyond that? But as she's currently incapable of worrying about her own problems, she definitely can't worry about someone else's. Actually, she takes the worry in his voice as an overreaction; as far as she can see, any sort of worry in this situation is completely uncalled for. But then, she's on brave toxin.

When he comments that she didn't have to send Crane after him, she laughs. "Oh, I didn't send him - that was his idea. I just said I needed someone to interview. He worked out the details," she replies, appearing unconcerned. She didn't ask for Wulfen, or anyone else in particular for that matter. She just needed someone. That Crane brought her a vigilante was an unexpected surprise. He could have brought her someone that people have actually heard of before if he was going to do that, but she'll not complain. And when he asks about his bonds, she shrugs again and says, "That was his idea too."

But while he may be extremely concerned about all those details, she has something else in the forefront of her mind. "Anything else you need to know? Or can we get started?" she asks, starting to get just a little impatient. This should be a fun interview and she's eager to get to it.

The room really is bare of anything unrelated to its intended purpose, as it's not used for anything else. It would almost diminish the awesomeness of the machine if it had to share space with anything, at least in VerMillion's mind. Oh, but this guy probably can't appreciate being able to override any radio signal in Gotham.

She shrugs off his comment on Crane's aggression, saying only, "I'm sure he had his reasons." Reasons that she doesn't really care to know, seeing as his method for catching her 'guest' has absolutely nothing to do with her. He's here, he's able to talk, and that's all that really matters to her.

When he says that they can get started, she reaches over to the machine and pushes a couple of buttons to start recording. Then she lazily leans back in her chair, putting her feet up on a corner of the machine where she's unlikely to accidentally bump any of the buttons. Just because he's all tied up in a chair doesn't mean that she can't kick back and relax, after all. The spotlight above her causes her and the machine she sits at to stand out brightly against the shadowed corners of the room.

And aside from the machine itself, a few supportive electronics, and cables attaching them together or heading into the wall, there really isn't anything worth noting in the room. No syringes or other sharp objects in sight. Only a technophobe would find something to fear in this room, at least as far as its contents are concerned. It's probably even more boring scent-wise - it smells more like VerMillion than anything, partly because she's currently here and partly because she wanted to make sure that she knew how to run the machine herself instead of needing Crane's help with it for her first show so once she had a time frame for that in mind she had more of a drive to poke at it instead of Crane when she was bored - not that she left him alone. And he's the only other person who has been here recently. Perhaps Wulfen might pick up a few scents of the chemicals of the lab just outside of the door, but either VerMillion's nose just isn't sensitive enough or she's gotten used to it.

"Let's start with the basics, then," she says once she's settled, "Who are you, and why are you dressed like a werewolf?" Her voice is light and conversational, as if they were both lounging around in her booth at WGGZ rather than kidnapped and in Scarecrow's hideout.

VerMillion shrugs off his complaints about the way he was brought. She wasn't there, so she can't say, and she doesn't really even care anyway. Though she's guessing that he fought back, which is a stupid idea when you're going to lose.

Ah, but forget all that! Once the interview starts, VerMillion quickly finds herself getting comfortable. There's a lot of things about being here that are weird, unfamiliar, etc. but interviewing someone falls squarely within the range of 'normal'. She didn't do it very often in her old show, but she did actually do it. But this time she both isn't afraid to ask anything she wants and has no reason to censor herself either.

Then again, she doesn't know the guy she's talking to so they're just getting started - before you dive in, you have to break the surface. "'Wulfen'?" she repeats, as if she didn't hear that quite clearly, even though she did. "What is it about werewolves that you love so much?" she asks curiously, before adding with a little amusement, "Don't tell me it was the 'Twilight' series?"

As she sits in her chair she watches him idly, though she's not at all concerned about him sniffing the air. It hasn't even occurred to her that he might want to escape actually, so it's more just being sociable. Well, except of the fact that she's doing so with a bit too much eye contact - after hanging around Jon so much, when she's on brave toxin she tends to forget that staring tends to make people feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Uh-huh," VerMillion says when he protests, her tone skeptical enough to suggest that she's merely pretending to believe him. Though his alternate explanation is what really gets her attention. Mostly because it's so... weak... "You 'guess' they're 'kinda cool'? That's not really why you chose a werewolf is it?" she asks with a knowing smile. Actually, it's an educated guess more than anything. She just knows that if she were to run around in a costume, she'd pick a costume that had more meaning to her than being 'kinda cool'. She had more instantly passionate things to say about the costume she put on for Halloween last year.

"So how did the Scarecrow manage to catch you anyway?" she asks now, as if the previous question was unimportant, her eyes not faltering for a moment. Her eyes are hazel, but appear lighter than that with the way the spotlight above her makes her and the machine she's sitting at stand out against the rest of the room. And her hair is more fiery than ever when so much light is on it, contrasting sharply with their darker surroundings.