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 depending on the world, that might seem jarring. After all, plenty would readily take advantage of a lawless world. Riku just isn't one of them.]
As for the wings... consider them an inconvenient side effect from getting dragged in here. And no, you can't get rid of them, so you probably shouldn't try.
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I hadn’t planned on it. The way they’re attached, it’d probably be like trying to pull off my own arm. [Not something that appeals to Zatanna, thanks.] So let me make sure I’ve got everything straight so far: I’ve won an all-expense paid trip to some mysterious place that even includes a brand new set of appendages. Sounds like the vacation I never wanted to take.
Where is here, anyway?
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[He shakes his head, smiling wryly. To him, it's all part of the routine, but he understands that newbies don't have it so easy. Might as well hit all the bullet points as quick as possible.]
As for the where... basically, you're in one of a handful of enclosures run by this Organization called the Malnosso. They didn't bring us to this world, but they do use us as their personal soldiers in lab rats, all under the guise that it's to find a way home.
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[Which is a disturbing thought all on its own, even before the guy layers on a few more.]
Wow. Aren't they a bunch of winning personalities? [It's a lot to take in, and Zatanna stares at Riku helplessly, even as she tries to deflect some of her shock with humor.] Taking advantage of whatever did bring us here like that. But you don't seem like you're buying the whole "it's really to help you out" routine.
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[Among other stunts they've pulled in the past. The love experiment, that one time they endured their worst possible fears... Even the more harmless experiments proved irritating at the very least.]
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...Yeah, that makes sense. Since I'm skeptical and I've been here all of what, ten minutes?
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...For the record, though, I'm kind of in the minority here. I've seen people disappear in a month or less, so you might luck out.
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[Now including people that would be looking for her, and Zatanna knows some pretty powerful guys.]
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[Or maybe a lot, depending on your outlook.]
See, when you do get home, you'll wind up exactly where you left off. It'll be like you never left to begin with.
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[Even he's not completely sure where he stands on the issue. Sometimes he misses all the friends who've left, yet other times an experiment reminds him just how twisted Luceti often becomes.]
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[He chuckles, taking a glance in the village's direction.]
Well, there's a town not too far from here if you don't mind a little more leg work. Probably beats standing around in this weather, anyway.
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[He really needs to find a better spot for that thing. He's lsot track of the amount of times he's had to replace the sale and even some of the logs.]
It's nothing I can't tackle later, though. Not like the forest's going anywhere fast.
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