Fun fact: three of my WIPs supposed to feature Helena cut right before she makes an appearance. I'm guessing the lady intimidates me.
This is what was written as the next scene of a potential follow-up on the Helena+Oracle part of the fic about each time a Robin wasn't born (http://runespoor7.livejournal.com/91564.html). I still think that team-up and that situation have a lot of potential.
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The person with two books in front of them turns out to be a young woman, about Helena's age. Now Helena understand why Oracle insisted on there being no flowers. They certainly would've attracted more attention that way.
The young woman – bright red hair, glasses – waves her arm when Helena comes in.
“Helena! Over here!” She's smiling widely. Obviously she was afraid that Helena might otherwise dismiss the idea of the person she'd agreed to meet being a woman. Whether she's an agent of Oracle or Oracle herself, what with the voice scrambler, Helena has no idea.
“You'll forgive me for not standing up,” she says as Helena comes closer. The tone's joking but now Helena can see that she's in a wheelchair, and Helena would bet that she's sizing her up behind those glasses of hers.
She shrugs. “Don't worry. Sorry for being late.” Not ten minutes yet, but as a teacher she knows the value of punctuality.
“It's okay. Here, sit down.”
Helena does. The table the woman's chosen is situated so that neither of them are turning their backs to the entrance door, which she can appreciate. It'll probably prove measly if it's a set-up, and it'd have been far safer not to show up at all, but once she made her mind, well. She decided to call herself the Huntress, not the Hider-until-trouble-goes-away.
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This is what was written as the next scene of a potential follow-up on the Helena+Oracle part of the fic about each time a Robin wasn't born (http://runespoor7.livejournal.com/91564.html). I still think that team-up and that situation have a lot of potential.
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The person with two books in front of them turns out to be a young woman, about Helena's age. Now Helena understand why Oracle insisted on there being no flowers. They certainly would've attracted more attention that way.
The young woman – bright red hair, glasses – waves her arm when Helena comes in.
“Helena! Over here!” She's smiling widely. Obviously she was afraid that Helena might otherwise dismiss the idea of the person she'd agreed to meet being a woman. Whether she's an agent of Oracle or Oracle herself, what with the voice scrambler, Helena has no idea.
“You'll forgive me for not standing up,” she says as Helena comes closer. The tone's joking but now Helena can see that she's in a wheelchair, and Helena would bet that she's sizing her up behind those glasses of hers.
She shrugs. “Don't worry. Sorry for being late.” Not ten minutes yet, but as a teacher she knows the value of punctuality.
“It's okay. Here, sit down.”
Helena does. The table the woman's chosen is situated so that neither of them are turning their backs to the entrance door, which she can appreciate. It'll probably prove measly if it's a set-up, and it'd have been far safer not to show up at all, but once she made her mind, well. She decided to call herself the Huntress, not the Hider-until-trouble-goes-away.