|Rise of an Amazon|
|What: Wonder Woman and Caitlin Fairchild discuss Caitlin's past, and the possibility of her joining the Amazons.|
Predictably, the Themysciran Embassy is very busy during the day. People coming and going through
the lobby room. That particular room takes up most of the main floor, and has a large statue of
Athena in the center - small alcoves around the room provide homes for smaller statues of other
goddesses. And while most of the people are down here, only a few go upstairs, to where Diana's
office is (and beyond that, the living quarters). No visitors dare go further up than Diana's
office. That's just not allowed. The second level, with the living quarters, does provide a
balcony that overlooks a huge room in the back of the embassy that serves as the training compound
as well as a garden. Both of which are used by the Amazons to teach classes and to keep themselves
It is this balcony where Diana can be found. Finally granted a moment's peace, she is leaning on
the balcony, looking down at the class below - a gardening class taught by one of the other
Amazons. Today's class has moved onto growing fruits and vegetables, a step which requires more
care than the flowers they've been handling so far.
Fairchild wanders out from the room she was granted in the living area, and has been exploring a
little, just in awe of this place. Beautiful marble, ancient goddesses, and everyone is so
friendly! She's freshly showered, and wearing a borrowed white summer dress, her radiant red hair
cascading down her back.
Caitlin lights up when she spots Wonder Woman and makes her way over, the little silk slippers she
was lent making that 'wisk wisk wisk' sound on the stone as she approaches. "Wonder Woman." she
"I'm, not disturbing you am I?" the girl says, stopping and looking down over the class before
looking back a little nervously. Wonder Woman shakes her head. "No, of course not. And please, my name is Diana." She gestures to
an open place beside her. "I hope you slept well. I apologize we didn't have pants." She smiles
gently. "I'm pleased we had something in your size among our more traditional clothing, however."
Of course given the Amazons are skewed towards 'hella tall', it's not too hard to imagine they'd
have something that would fit Caitlin. "One of my Sisters offered to head to a local store to buy
you something you might be more comfortable with."
Caitlin moves to the open spot and places her hands on the balcony railing, smiling softly.
"Diana." she repeats, nodding her head. "I slept....amazing." she says, the faint hue of a blush
creeping up on her cheeks.
"And the fact that you have anything that fits a girl like me is just...wow." she continues. "I
really seem to fit it around her. Physically at least. I don't think I've seen so many tall
Caitlin looks sheepishly down at the floor when the offer to purchase her something comes.
"I..couldn't." she stammers. "You have already given me so much." Wonder Woman smiles again, gesturing below. "Caitlin, we hold classes here, at our own expense, to
teach things to women who can't afford to go to school." Granted, nothing... really scholarly -
those lessons are smaller and run by an Amazon named Mnemosyne. "I think we can manage to find
some clothes. Unless you'd prefer to be stuck in Amazon clothing." At least it is well-made. "I'm
glad you slept well. I know sometimes one can be used to sleeping lightly, and the pacing of the
guards can jolt one awake."
"I slept like a rock, actually. The guards walking made me feel like I was back at..." Caitlin
starts, before clamming up and clearing her throat. She looks down at the class a moment and then
grasps at a subject change. "Ummmmm..." she starts, before finally settling on a topic. "These
aren't so bad." she says, fingering the white dress. "Wouldn't wear it out and about much...but
for wandering around in here it feels kinda fitting. I half expect to run into a priestess or
something, having a sword fight with a dragon. This place is right out of a fairy
Wonder Woman gestures to the one Amazon teaching the gardening class. "She is a priestess-in-
training, Cybele. Her mentor teaches another gardening class on Thursday nights." the Amazon
Princess answers. As for sword fights, the guards train on the weekends. Dragons... well, we don't
have those." She smiles and does not ask about the sudden jolting of the topic at hand. No, if
Caitlin wants to talk about it, Diana will let her bring it up on her own accord.
"So then you guys really are the ancient Greek all woman tribes? With the bows and the men
stealing and everything?" Caitlin asks, showing that she knows about as much about ancient Greece
as Hollywood has thought to teach the general American public. "That's....really cool." she says,
trailing off a moment and fidgeting.
"So...I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything....but I keep wondering what all this is gonna
end up costing me." she says, motioning around a little. "I've kinda lost faith in the random
kindness of strangers and governments." she says, holding her gaze steady on the class below. She
knows that if she looks over now, her resolve will falter and her shyness won't allow such direct
Wonder Woman shakes her head a little. "We are a tribe, yes, if you want to use that word, a tribe
of women created by what you know as the goddesses of Ancient Greece. We do not steal men." She
then falls silent and allows Caitlin to continue, before she responds. "Nothing, Caitlin. I know
that... I know that in this day and age, in this country, the kindness of strangers is a faded
memory. That many are jaded. I promise you, Caitlin, that we want to help. You may stay with us as
long as you want. We have many others here who are like you in a way - homeless, nowhere to go.
Some on the run. We offer them a home. We offer support. You asked for asylum, and as the
Ambassador and Princess of my people, I will give it to you, and it will not cost you anything. We
will be here for you as long as you need us."
Caitlin looks over, a slightly startled look on her face at being told upfront that nothing is
required of her. "That's...really generous." she says, shaking her head lightly. She seems to be
pondering something, chewing on her lip a moment before she reaches into her bra and pulls out an
ID card, and holds it out to Diana.
The card is a student ID card from Princeton University, of one Caitlin Fairchild. The picture is
of a mousy, tiny little girl with brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. Nothing like the tall, well
built, red haired and green eyed woman holding out the ID, save that, just for a moment, the woman
looks down to the floor and flushes faintly, in the same exact pose as the girl in the picture.
"This was me, five years ago." Caitlin starts.
Wonder Woman looks from the ID presented to the woman before her. "May I ask what happened?" she
asks softly. She's tried to familiarize herself with the ways in which people develop powers, but
she's come to realize a truth: there are as many ways as there are people.
"My second year in, I got offered a prestigious government internship with the Defense Department.
I was told that it was a great honor to be selected, and went through this long selection process
with it, and got offered the job. It was supposed to look good on my resume." Caitlin continues,
her eyes getting that far off look as she turns to lean her back against the balcony railing.
"Turns out, it was a CIA research project, known as Genesis. I was selected not because of my
academic skills, but because I showed the right type of DNA or something. I went in thinking that
I was getting my foot in the door for future employment, and instead got pumped full of a hundred
and one different flavors of chemical cocktail." she explains.
"The drugs did this to me." she frowns, looking down again and motioning to her body. "Made me
this giant freakish stack of power. And then the training started. I'm strong, Diana. Really really
strong. And the government spent years and a lot of money training me to fight people that are
stronger and faster than me. And....I'm coming to discover that it's a short list."
Wonder Woman frowns deeply. "This is the second time I've heard a tale of someone being trained to
be a weapon." She points down the hall that stretches out beyond the room they're in. "A few doors
from you is a girl named Molly. She came to me at the insistence of a girl I am training. She has
no home. I offered her one, much as I did you, and she told me how time and again others have
tried to use her as a weapon because of her great strength." She sighs, disappointed and saddened.
"The world must truly be in sad shape if your own government resorts to covertly training
"I suppose with people like you and Superman running around, the government feels like it needs
its own soldiers." Caitlin suggests. "Which is stupid as hell, if you ask me. But needless to say,
I escaped before they could completely work over my mind into a killing machine, and they've been
after me ever since. I even have a record now too. I'm listed as an AWOL soldier, with
instructions to arrest and detain on sight, and contact Project: Genesis immediately. Makes doing
anything really hard."
"Add that to the fact that all the ID I have says I'm five nothing, a hundred and nothing, with
brown hair and eyes." Caitlin confesses. It seems like this is the first time she's really shared
the story in a long time.
"So every time I use my powers to help, I pop back up on the radar and Genesis tracks me down. So
far, I've been lucky and escaped. But I'm worried. The last place that offered me any sanctuary is
a smoking crater in California."
Wonder Woman considers this for a while, going silent as she mulls over the story. She looks to
the garden below. Cybele finishing up the class. "I'm not... fond of lies, Caitlin. When my
goddesses answered my mother's prayers and created me, they made the truth an intimate part of my
person. I cannot tell a lie, and I can detect them when spoken." She turns to face the girl. "That
said... you want to know what staying here will cost you, and I promised you owe us nothing. You
further have the problem of your government wanting you in their hands, and I have given you
asylum, and you desire to help others." She paces slowly, around a table. "Learn about my people,
Caitlin. About my homeland. Our philosophy. Our way of life. We will call you Amazon. Sister. And
it will be the truth."
"Even knowing that just by being here I'm putting you all in danger?" Caitlin asks, her
startlement at being offered a place among the Amazons overcoming her shy nature. "That...that
would be amazing." she says, looking down again. "But I don't...I can't....will I....." she
stammers, before taking a deep breath and lightly stamping her foot. It's obvious from her facial
expression she's telling herself to get a grip, as she lets the held breath out. "Yes. That
sounds...wonderful Diana. I would be honored." she gets out at last, before blushing and tilting
her head forward enough that her hair falls over her face.
"Even knowing," Diana replies. She then offers her hand, and shakes Caitlin's firmly, then draws
her into a tight hug which lasts for a few seconds. "We're happy to be here for you," she answers.
"Have you eaten yet? I had been taking a moment to enjoy not being in a meeting when you found me
and haven't had a moment to eat. I wouldn't say no to having company during supper."
"I'd be glad too. Eat. With you. I'd be happy to join you for supper." Caitlin manages to stammer.
She hugs back a little awkwardly, in that hesitant manner of one used to the world around her
being made of fragile glass. "Thanks, Diana." she nearly whispers, a little over come with emotion
for a moment, before she laughs at herself, and rubs her hands against her eyes. "So...how do I
get started?" she asks, moving to follow with a bounce in her step that wasn't there earlier.
Hasn't been there for a while now, actually.
Wonder Woman gestures for Caitlin to follow, and she makes her way to the kitchen. "At the easiest
point," she answers. "Ask me anything you'd like to know about my people, and I will answer - and
don't worry, you won't offend me, so don't worry about asking anything."