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elisa maza,
goliath

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Okay, it was one thing to step into a bar and end up in another Bar. It was another thing entirely to step into a copy room at work and see that your pet delusion of the week was not quite as imaginary as hoped.

She couldn't help the small smile, after all, it was magical, and kinda nice that the Bar at the End of the Universe was real...but it slid into annoyance and no little frustration as the door closed and disappeared. She'd been working, the last bit of paperwork for the Xanatos affair...

Only when she'd given up on getting the door back did she truly face bar proper, a growl on her lips...then she noticed puppets. Puppets everywhere. The Bar populace in general was lucky she didn't draw her piece then and there.

So there was one very annoyed, confused cop with her back to the wall...

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Goliath came in through the back door and blinked in surprise at all the puppets running around. He frowned and moved forward, carefully setting his feet down so as not to step on anyone. He glanced up halfway across the room and saw her standing against a wall.

"Elisa?" He stared in shock and then his expression turned into a smile and shout. "Elisa!" If it weren't for the tiny people all around he'd be hurrying towards her now.

There was something like desperate relief shining through her cop mask when when Elisa turned her attention to Goliath. Sure, she'd known him a week, but he was a rescuer in dire times! "Goliath!" she called back, picking her own hesitant way between fuzzy people.

"What are you doing here?"

"Elisa." He smiled broadly and looked her over. "I have been here for sometime. Are you alright? I have missed you and the others. When did you arrive?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" she noted as she focused on him. He was nice and Big! He blocked out puppets nicely. "I mean, Xanatos hasn't had a chance to spring anything from jail yet so...should stay that way for a little while at least." she admitted a little grimly.

Missed them?..."Just now? The first time I came the door didn't disappear though..." she was not panicking. Nope. Just sounding edgy.

"Xanatos?" The name is said with a growl, "But he is already out..." He would explain but the rest of what she said catches him and he looks at the wall where the door should be. "The door is gone for you?" Again he growls, low and deep and threateningly, like he may just head over to the wall and take up the issue with it.

"Whoa, hey big guy..." she laid a hand on his arm, a gentle reminder of restraint. "I was just finishing the paperwork for sending him away..."

And as much as she'd love to see him tear into a wall to get her back to finish "We'll give it a little time okay?"

"A little time? I have been here for months!" He roared and his wings flared out. He looked down at her and shook his head. "Xanatos is out of prison, we were fighting his steel clan and I was knocked from the sky and landed here. And I have been bound for nearly a year's time now."

Probably anyone else would have stepped back from a suddenly angry gargoyle. Elisa? Well, she she had more resolve than that. She stepped close enough to move her hand from his arm to his chest and look up at him "Okay, now I'm confused." she admitted.

"Let's talk okay?"

He glared at the wall and slowly backed down, caping his wings around his shoulders and nodding to her. "Yes. Come, we can sit by the fire. It is somewhat quieter there."

She gave him a smile, a relieved one at that, after all, there was little she could actually have done if he hadn't decided to calm down "Sounds good" she agreed.

"Now I know this may sound weird, Goliath, but I just say you last night..."

He frowned and sighed as he sat down. "Yes...this place is very strange. The magic here does many things, including stopping time on the other side. When last I saw you it was before I and the others left the clock tower after Xanatos, for me it has been months but I know because of a friend that time has not moved there since."

She tilted her head at the mention of the Clock tower. That was one of the few places she'd kinda thought about asking them to move to...

Not that Goliath would hear word one about moving.

"So, not only does it have random doors, but it doesn't even take people from the same place and time?" she sighed. "This sounds like it's going to be a headache...and you've been stuck here..." she sighed softly.

"How you holding out big guy?"

"I have survived." He replied, taking a breath. "It is a strange place but the people here are good, those I have met. The magic is powerful, enough so that I have not turned to stone since I have been here."

He studied her a moment, "And you said Xanatos is still in prison. That would mean that we have only just met correct?"

Her eyes widened slightly at the mention of not turning to stone, which was one of the odder aspects of gargoyle biology that she'd finally got a handle on. "So...you get to see the sun here? Do you still have to sleep?"

"Yeah, one of the weirdest weeks of my life" she agreed wryly. "But not a single regret."

"I sleep." He nods, "It...took some getting used to. And being active during the day was certainly something new. I actually tend to still stick to nightly routines."

Her last comment gets a smile from him at last. "I am still greatful that you were there for me and my clan. It was a very different world we were adjusting too and Xanatos had the upper hand most of the way."

"Daytime is overrated" she agreed, she'd had enough trouble shifting her own schedule around a nightlife without the trouble of biology fighting the instinct..."Must have been tough" and no doubt disorienting once he managed to get back home...

"And don't mention it...Serve and Protect means everyone you know. You guys aren't doing so bad in adjusting, and I know I've said it before, but you'll be good for the city." she beamed at him.

"The hardest part has been worrying about the clan." He admitted. "I was pulled here during battle and for a long time was not sure if they had had to continue without me."

He smiled again at a thought. "The younger three seem to have adapted the fastest. A friend told me he had seen Brooklyn here, but I have not so I assume he has been allowed to return home."

"Maybe I could take you out the door with me? I mean, when I catch up..." she offered, a little hesitantly as she wasn't exactly sure how the door, and the time difference worked, but an honest offer.

"And you know, you're not doing so bad yourself. You woke up in a completely alien environment and still managed to protect your clan." she patted his arm soothingly.

"Perhaps." He nodded, "I am not sure how well it would work. I will ask my friend Andrew about it, he knows a lot more about the magic in this place then I."

Having her here had calmed him a great deal. He thought about thost first nights in New York. Awaking from a thousand year stone slumber, the attack on the castle by strange men with even stranger weapons, Xanatos' betrayal and the first meetings with Elisa. He'd had to adapt quickly, but it helped to have her there, to show him this strange new world. She'd been the only one he had interacted with then that didn't have her own agenda. He would not be able to voice how deeply he appreciated that and her.

"You did rather well with your first encounter with my kind as well." He noted, then added with a small smile, "After I returned you from you're fall off the building of course."

"Yeah, having some kind of clue would help" she admitted softly. "I'm still not sure what to make of this place...and I just know my next Psych Eval is going to have to be very carefully stated"

She...wasn't dealing very well with all the weird. But, she was dealing better than most ever could. It helped that the Gargoyle's were so very individual that they couldn't be a mere figment...and that yes, one of them in particular had saved her life.

"I'm never going to live that down huh?" she laughed at him.

"Psych Eval?" He repeated, giving her a curious look. He chuckled at her last comment and smiled, "If it helps I have not told any of the others about it. Your secret is safe with me and Bronx."

"Psych Eval...every cop has to go through periodic sanity tests. No crazy people get badges" she chuckled. "It's a good thing, in theory."

"I appreciate that. There's no telling what the boys would do with that information..."

"Hmmm, and what other tests do they perform?" He asks, curious about how New York's protectors are chosen. "What do they judge your eh, sanity by?"

"Well, it's usually a series of questions and such. Asking how you would handle this situation, why, what your stress levels are like now...then a bunch of doctors examine the results. If you seem to stressed they may move you to a different department, say from Homicide to Missing Persons...if the questions reveal a distressing tendency towards violence since your last test they may take you off active all together and have you seek counseling..." she shrugged. It wasn't exactly easy to explain, and she wasn't a doctor so...

Goliath nodded, understanding most of what she said. "It is a test to make sure those who are protecting the people are not a danger themselves?"

"Yep, given periodically because people tend to change over time" she admitted easily. "Unfortunately you don't run into to many humans that have "Protect" engraved in their souls"

Goliath nodded, it seemed a good system to him. He smiled at her comment, "Then it is fortunate that I have had the privlege of finding one who does."

"Yeah, Luck or something like it I'm sure" she had no idea what another cop on her beat would have made of the Gargoyle's.

"I'm not street pizza though, so we're even."

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