Thread: The Search for Art (attn: Art/ST)

The night passes slowly as Otto explores the possibilities granted to him by right of blood in his control of animals. Eventually the racoons run back up to him, chittering, rising up on their hind legs and rubbing at their noses. A fluttering sound follows them as a large hawk lands slightly behind them, which then changes into Art Morgan.

Art looks different. Gone is the smell of pot, the wild hair is pulled back into a neatly tied off pony tail, the tie dye clothing replaced by muted camo and a flak jacket over that. His eyes are sharp, taking in the immediate area in seconds, walking up to Otto he nods.

"Heard you were looking . . ." he says his voice unnaturally quiet and reserved, showing none of the usual enthusiasm for living that is the norm for Art Morgan.

Otto looks down at the Raccoon as they chitter, not sure really what to think, although he realizes he doesn't have a reward for them on hand. He doesn't have much time to think about this however as Art transforms.

Otto stands and looks at Art "Well, you sure are a sight for soar eyes...." he takes his hat off and measures up Art a second time... no sir, not what Otto expected to see.

"I really appreciate you coming and I hope your night has been going well" he gestures to the vest "But it looks like you are getting ready for some serious trouble so as many pleasantries and questions as I have for you, I’ll get right to the point. Emma ((He uses the informal if Emma was around in the 1920's, otherwise he uses Ms. Fitzpatrick)) has asked me to find you, it seems that dame is seriously worried about you." he scratches his chin "If you like, I could give her a call and maybe you could talk to her, just for a few minutes...you know, to settle her worry.”

“That woman has some real spark in her and I think it best for everyone all around if we settle her concerns when we can…”

Otto takes out his cell phone. “ Do you have a preference for talking to her on the squawker or should I ask her to join us here?”.

Otto will call Emma once he gets permission from Art. Even as he does so, he looks over the racoons, seeing if he sees any wounds.

Art watches Otto speaking, almost as if he the words coming out of his mouth are in a foreign language. His eyes narrow, his brow furrowing as he seemingly concentrates.

He shrugs at last.

"Otto . . . there is too much to do for social niceties. Tell her I'm fine. Only call if there is trouble that cannot be handled." He says staring at the phone in Otto's hand.

"I'll call when the word comes. Until then, I'm busy."

Otto sure wishes he would have put Emma on speed dial, as it is, he has to just nod.

"I understand, I can tell things are not good right now... Is there anything I can do to help? Do you have a quicker way to get ahold of you, or should I keep using our friends here"

"I won't bother you again unless it is real important, but this is my city too and It would be a real poor showing of me to be going about my business when... well, I don't know the full ramifications of what you told us earlier, but I'll be a quick study if you can help me understand what you have found out in the last days. "

"It is a real good idea for you to share what you know and how you know it, Just incase." he gestures to the armored vest "Just incase that becomes needed. I can go with you, I can't turn into an animal, but I'm about as sneaky as they come"

While he waits for Arts responce, he attempts to dial Emma's number.

While Otto talks Art continues to look around. His hands fidget, his eyes roaming from place to place, it is obvious he is only half listening.

"I am around," he says at last, not really answering the questions posed. He turns and his form starts to shimmer as he changes, then he stops and turns back to face Otto.

"I'm studying our opponent." His eyes lock onto Otto's boring into him and deep inside there you can see fear. "Prepare the City, warn Calhoun. I was right, it is bad."

He turns again and in a second his form changes and he is gone, flying into the night.

Otto lets his phone ring, seeing if Emma picks up. He doesn't really have the heart to try to delay Art anymore then he already has. He stands... well, in a standing sort of way. If this was a movie, they would pan out as Art's animal form moved further and further away keeping Otto at the center.