Zatanna (
noitatnacni) wrote2013-05-01 10:25 pm
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001 | Action/Accidental Video
[So, being rained on in the woods makes it pretty clear she's not on the Watchtower anymore. There's a few possibilities: she remembers flying back with the force of Fate rejecting her spell, so maybe she hit her head. Or maybe it's some illusion caused by the rebound. A very real illusion, as she can feel her whole body ache as she sits up. But there's no way she's not hallucinating this.]
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in outer space anymore. [She mumbles the words to herself, unaware that anyone might be listening. The journal has gone beyond notice, though it's been silently broadcasting the scene since a minute or so before Zatana woke. Thankfully she's close enough to a tree that the rain falling on her is light enough to not be too much of a concern. Instead her eyes have wandered downward, taking in her change of clothing with a frown.]
Oh you've got to be kidding me. [Zatanna tugs at the collar of the dress she wears, clearly displeased by the slip.] Yeah, this has to go. Emit ot egnahc sehtolc!
[She lifts her hands over her head as she speaks the words, and seconds later a cloud of smoke flows up the same path to cover Zatanna completely. It doesn't last long, vanishing within moments to reveal the girl now wearing an outfit better suited for a magician. For some reason though, it makes the pain in her back worse, and her jacket feels far too tight. She shifts where she sits for a moment before shrugging off the outermost layer to reveal a pair of grey wings.]
What in the--?! [Zatanna gasps, eyes wide as she takes in the sight of the appendages now attached to her. Actually attached; they move when she thinks of moving them, and she feels it when she touches them.] Great. A fake world with bad taste in clothing and accessories. Just what I needed.
[She takes another look at the jacket, slowly shaking her head.] At least I've still got my magic. Dda seloh rof sgniw! [After another cloud puff, this only only around the jacket, she slides the coat back on--gingerly, since the wings still hurt.
She makes her way to her feet then, determined to find out what's going on. Hopefully exploring will give her the answers she needs to get back. If she's lucky, maybe she'd wake up and find out there could still be a chance to thwart Fate.
The only place she ends up, however, is in Luceti proper. With the advice of a few good samaritans in mind, Zatanna changes into something a little less battling-bad-guys ready using the same method as before. Not that the rain makes exploring easy, but there's not really much avoiding it. Luckily summoning an umbrella is easy enough to do, and gives her adequate cover as she wanders pretty much everywhere public, just trying to get some idea for where she is.]
{ooc: open action or voice to any; Zatanna will be looking around randomly, so feel free to catch her anywhere.}
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in outer space anymore. [She mumbles the words to herself, unaware that anyone might be listening. The journal has gone beyond notice, though it's been silently broadcasting the scene since a minute or so before Zatana woke. Thankfully she's close enough to a tree that the rain falling on her is light enough to not be too much of a concern. Instead her eyes have wandered downward, taking in her change of clothing with a frown.]
Oh you've got to be kidding me. [Zatanna tugs at the collar of the dress she wears, clearly displeased by the slip.] Yeah, this has to go. Emit ot egnahc sehtolc!
[She lifts her hands over her head as she speaks the words, and seconds later a cloud of smoke flows up the same path to cover Zatanna completely. It doesn't last long, vanishing within moments to reveal the girl now wearing an outfit better suited for a magician. For some reason though, it makes the pain in her back worse, and her jacket feels far too tight. She shifts where she sits for a moment before shrugging off the outermost layer to reveal a pair of grey wings.]
What in the--?! [Zatanna gasps, eyes wide as she takes in the sight of the appendages now attached to her. Actually attached; they move when she thinks of moving them, and she feels it when she touches them.] Great. A fake world with bad taste in clothing and accessories. Just what I needed.
[She takes another look at the jacket, slowly shaking her head.] At least I've still got my magic. Dda seloh rof sgniw! [After another cloud puff, this only only around the jacket, she slides the coat back on--gingerly, since the wings still hurt.
She makes her way to her feet then, determined to find out what's going on. Hopefully exploring will give her the answers she needs to get back. If she's lucky, maybe she'd wake up and find out there could still be a chance to thwart Fate.
The only place she ends up, however, is in Luceti proper. With the advice of a few good samaritans in mind, Zatanna changes into something a little less battling-bad-guys ready using the same method as before. Not that the rain makes exploring easy, but there's not really much avoiding it. Luckily summoning an umbrella is easy enough to do, and gives her adequate cover as she wanders pretty much everywhere public, just trying to get some idea for where she is.]
{ooc: open action or voice to any; Zatanna will be looking around randomly, so feel free to catch her anywhere.}
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[And then she exaggerated the movement of her other hand, sending it down in a exaggerated swish. It hit the pavement with a definite sound.] Bending.
[She shrugged.] I'm a waterbender. My name is Katara. What's yours?
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Zatanna. Nice to meet you, Katara. Are you new around here too?
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[Although Zatana may note the fact that Katara wears a waterskin on her back, strapped over her chest so it rests between her wings. Also of note might be the fact that the other girl's style of dress doesn't exactly reflect a fashion sense that's... earthly. Everything is covered, and she wears a skirt with slits down the side over her pants. Also? It all seems to be in shades of blue and gray.
A shadow crosses Katara's otherwise cheerful expression at Zatana's question.]
No, I've been here a little over three years. But don't be too surprised if you meet other New Feathers as well - it looks like the season's just started.
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[While Zatanna definitely notices the clothes, it's not really too extreme or unusual for her. She spends most of her time around superheroes, including aliens and robots. The color scheme strikes her a little less than the conservative nature, but different strokes, right?
Although her dad would probably approve of Zatanna wearing outfits more like Katara's in general...]
Wait...three years? [There's a few things Zatanna needs to wrap her mind around in that sentence, and the length of time Katara's apparently been trapped hits her first.] And what's a New Feather? Other than seasonal, apparently.
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She shakes her head.] How can you stand it? Knowing you've been gone from your world for so long?
[There's more though, and Zatanna turns her head, stretching her wings when Katara points to them.] Right. New feathers. [So that makes sense. She's keeping up with the rest, although when Katara gets to that last bit?]
Tattoo? What tattoo?
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Katara's brow came together.] Well, I guess you stand it the only way you can stand anything. I hold on to the hope that we'll get back, and I won't let anything put that out. But it helps that my brother is here, and many of my friends have come here as well. When I think about going home, I'm a little sad that I'll forget all my experiences here, and the wonderful people that I've met, but... part of me is relieved too. It's possible to know too much about your future, and not everything in Luceti has been very pleasant. That's part of what I mean with the tattoo. [Katara put her hand on the back of her neck.] We all have one. They're some kind of identification system, since our main purpose in the enclosure is as experimental subjects.
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[Somewhere along the way Zatanna does realize that she’s asking a lot, and probably pretty personal things too.] Sorry; I shouldn’t have blurted that out like that. [But Katara is nice enough to still answer anyway, and it’s kind of nice to hear that someone who has been here so long can still hold out hope—even if three years seems like an impossibly long time.]
Yeah; friends can definitely get you through a lot. [Not that Zatanna’s run into any of her own just yet.] Is it awful to say I kind of hope I’ll run into someone I already know too?
[She thinks it might be. From what she’s heard and what Katara talks about then, things like learning about the future somehow, and experiments, and just being stuck away from home—it feels wrong to wish that on anyone, even indirectly.
So Zatanna focuses on the tattoo. Her hand comes up like Katara’s does, covering the back of her neck as she groans.] Great. You know, I kind of thought about getting a tattoo, but this is definitely not what I had in mind.
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It's not awful. [More and more of her friends have gone home lately. She was happy for them, but it still left a hole inside.] It's normal. There's a lot about this place that's really strange and unfamiliar and... unpleasant. Having someone from your world around can really help you get through, even if you would rather that no one had to go through it. What are the names of some of your friends?
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Well, I’ve got a few of them. [And they almost all have code names. Zatanna hesitates as she tries to decide whether to go with the superhero identities or the normal ones, although there are a couple of people she can ask about right away.] Robin and Artemis are about my age, if you know either of them?
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[Or a short story if she's heard of Batman; then because he says so would sum it up nicely.]
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A domino?
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[Two Robins who wear dominos? This is starting to get weird in a whole new way.]
Do either of them go around wearing a cape? And an "R" on their chest, over their hearts?
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I guess I’ll find out when I meet them. [No point in zoning out over it. Maybe one of them would turn out to be the one from her version of the world. Zatanna works up a pretty good smile, even if it doesn’t quite hit genuine.] Thanks for the heads up.
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"Thanks for all the help though. I appreciate it."
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“Huh. Guess this whole New Feather thing really must be regular.” If they have a place called the Welcome Center, anyway. But it’s good to know, and Zatanna nodded—at least up until the part where she mentioned the open door bit.
“That sounds a lot like counseling.” Not that Zatanna’s knocking it; it does a lot of good for people who need it. She just doesn’t want to be one of the people needing it. Not on her very first day there or anything.
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