Zatanna (
noitatnacni) wrote2013-09-14 09:47 am
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003 | Action + Voice
[It's pretty easy to spot the differences. The apartment Zatanna shares with Artemis suddenly goes from full to half-empty overnight. Everything, from clothing to weaponry to the tools she'd left in a pile on the table are just gone.
She's heard about it happening before. But like they say, hearing about it and going through it? Two completely different things.
Zatanna tries to find her: message over the journal, a locator spell she's been working on, just walking around and looking around the village. Things don't get any better, however. It's even worse by mid-day, when Zatanna pulls out her journal again.]
Uh, hey. [Zatanna's trying to smile--or rather, she's trying not to cry. There's a reason she's not using video for this, but all that emotion is still pretty evident in her voice.] I know some of you know Artemis and Static. They went home, but it's a good thing. They've got to help save the world and all. Teenage superheroes. The job's never done, right?
[She hesitates, wondering if she should say anything else. In the end though, there's only more silence before she closes the journal. She's going to answer the people who reply, eventually. For now, with the book set aside, Zatanna draws her knees up to her chest and just hides. She probably won't be that hard to find if people know where to look: the rooftop of Community Housing 5. But since she's alone--really alone--she lets some of those tears fall. She just can't keep it in anymore.]
She's heard about it happening before. But like they say, hearing about it and going through it? Two completely different things.
Zatanna tries to find her: message over the journal, a locator spell she's been working on, just walking around and looking around the village. Things don't get any better, however. It's even worse by mid-day, when Zatanna pulls out her journal again.]
Uh, hey. [Zatanna's trying to smile--or rather, she's trying not to cry. There's a reason she's not using video for this, but all that emotion is still pretty evident in her voice.] I know some of you know Artemis and Static. They went home, but it's a good thing. They've got to help save the world and all. Teenage superheroes. The job's never done, right?
[She hesitates, wondering if she should say anything else. In the end though, there's only more silence before she closes the journal. She's going to answer the people who reply, eventually. For now, with the book set aside, Zatanna draws her knees up to her chest and just hides. She probably won't be that hard to find if people know where to look: the rooftop of Community Housing 5. But since she's alone--really alone--she lets some of those tears fall. She just can't keep it in anymore.]
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[Zatanna swallows hard, her memories of that time clear--and what followed all the worse because of it.]
Fate is connected to his Helmet. Whoever wears it is possessed, and I put it on to fight Klarion the Witchboy.
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[He holds her tighter though. He figures this story ends in patricide.]
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I didn't. Not at first, anyway. Fate wanted a host, someone to wear the helmet so he could exist in our world. I was a good candidate, since I've got an affinity for the mystic arts.
He wasn't going to let me go.
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Not her father.]
My dad--he offered to take my place. He convinced Fate to take him instead.
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He thought, not willing to take his own advice.]Re: [action]
Sorry. Anyway. That's what happened.
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[He'll also hand Zatanna a tissue. Dude he's got everything in his belt. You could've just asked.]
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Yeah. [She dabs at the tears, trying to get it under control.] Thanks for listening, and being here. It means a lot.
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[A team in a different way than how he usually invokes the term. This is a team of just the two of them.]
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She sets the tissue aside, then shifts so she can lean into him a bit.] Will you stay with me awhile?
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[He accepts her weight against him, pulling her close and adjusting his grip on her. She can let go without the fear of falling that way.]
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