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From "fake" to "goddess" in one night. You're doing wonders for my mangled self-esteem.
Yvaine
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Post by Zatanna Zatara on Jun 11, 2021 17:00:52 GMT -5
Participants: Zatanna & M'gann Open/Closed: Closed Location(s): Around San Fran for now Time of Day: Dusk Weather: Warm and muggy Summary: Zatanna is called in to examine some strange markings. When a hunch sends her to the Watchtower for answers, she finds M'gann instead of J'onn.
It had been a while since Zatanna had received a call from the San Francisco PD so she was a little surprised when she saw the precinct’s number pop up on her phone. She hated the way her stomach betrayed her and turned sommersaults at the thought of hearing Dale’s voice on the other end of the line. She couldn’t tell if it was relief or soulcrushing disappointment when it was some other cop named Artie that had called. It was fine it wasn’t Dale. Probably for the best. Or something.
The event Artie described to her seemed like some kind of routine ritual from some teenagers trying to conjure a demon and getting more than they bargained for. It was all fun and games until all your friends were dead or everyone was possessed by dead spirits. After everything out there that had been confirmed about the occult, Zatanna couldn’t help but still be surprised at all the ignorant people who decided to mess with forces they didn’t understand.
The sight that awaited Zatanna upon her arrival at the broken down old warehouse was initially exactly what she thought. Strange symbols and artifacts adorning a corner of the room but upon closer inspection, the situation was not exactly what it appeared to be. She crossed an arm across her stomach to support her opposite elbow and rested her chin on the top of her hand as she thought.
“Your silence is not comforting,” Artie’s voice piped up from behind her.
“I’ve never seen any of these symbols before.” She told him more perplexed than sheepish. It was certainly unlikely that Zatanna had seen every single dark symbol in existence but it was odd that there wasn’t even anything familiar about the markings. Generally there was some sort of theme that would lend itself to one form of dark magic or another but here there was nothing familiar. Even the artifacts strewn about the area didn’t seem familiar. Among them were four tall pyramids made of some kind of red polished stone, each with their own unfamiliar symbols.
The only thing that felt even remotely familiar was the energy that flowed around the area. Familiar and yet she couldn’t place it.
“This is the third place we’ve found like this.” Artie expanded. “Abandoned and no leads. Right now we’re just looking at trespassing charges but...”
“But this could be part of something much bigger.” Zatanna agreed with his unspoken assumption. “And there have been no witnesses to any of this?”
“The patrolmen that called this one in thought they saw someone fleeing the scene but didn’t say much more than that.”
“Can I-”
Artie thrust a thumb back in the direction they came from. “He’s waiting outside.”
Zatanna could see that the patrolman was shaken and asked him to recount what he had scene. Initially he refused saying she wouldn’t believe him but after explaining that she’d seen more than her share of unbelievable things, he told her he saw some kind of monster leaving the scene.
“May I have permission to see what you saw?” After some careful assurances that she wouldn’t hurt him, Zatanna placed her hands on either side of the patrolman’s head and murmured the spell to see his memories. Zatanna pulled her hands away in astonishment. Whatever the look on her face was, the patrolman began to become upset.
“See? I told you! A monster!”
“Shhhhh…” Zatanna murmured, placing a hand on the side of his face, “Mlac.” She said gently as she helped him sit down on a nearby bench.
Artie came up behind her and she looked at him levelly. “I think I might know what your officer saw but I can’t be sure til I check in with someone first. Don’t let anyone touch anything at any of the scenes until we know exactly what was done.”
Tag: M'gann M'orzz
OOC: You can just have them run into each other on the Watchtower if you like or I can add some more.
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I think the television lied to me.
Star / Kory
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Post by M'gann M'orzz on Jun 26, 2021 4:41:42 GMT -5
The viewing windows lining the Watchtower’s control room provided a spectacular view of Earth. Stood looking out at the place she’d come to call home, M’gann M’orzz always managed to find comfort in how peaceful it looked from the orbiting station, the business of everyday life lost in the enormity of space. For a brief while, she traced shapes and patterns in the eddying clouds that covered its rich, blue surface, putting her work as a heroine and protector out of her mind, allowing herself a little time to simply appreciate the sight of the planet she’d so often had a hand in saving. ‘Decompression’, some called it. Others referenced ‘mindfulness’ or ‘meditation’ – a time to reflect, clear and calm the mind, and experience the present moment, free from the weight of worry or the pressure and persistence of memory.
Many found it a pointless practice, citing other ways of dealing with the stress of everyday life. For M’gann, however, a telepath who was constantly assailed with the thoughts of others, it had become something of a ritual – finding time to escape the encroaching whispers of busy brains, letting her conscious rest. There was no better place to do that than a quiet space station, miles away from civilization, where very few people roamed.
She wasn’t sure how many minutes she’d spent watching storm clouds coil over azure oceans, but the Martian was drawn from her reverie by a few high pitched bleeps from a nearby console – a familiar sound that signalled an incoming arrival. Returning to her senses, M’gann shook her head softly, collecting herself, and then turned and headed toward the control room’s exit – out toward the pods that would shift and phase the body to a machine of similar design and function, found at only a handful of locations dotted about the globe.
Teleportation remained one of the few and fastest ways to reach the Watchtower, but for security reasons, very few existed.
As she exited into the climate controlled halls, that Martian noticed the approaching form of another – no doubt the signalled arrival. Donning a smart, suited attire, legs fishnetted and hands gloved, M’gann quickly recognised Zatanna Zatara; though she’d not interacted with her often, the magician had an unmistakable attire. Just like the Martian’s green complexion, Zatanna’s top had made her remarkably easy to identify.
Offering both a warm smile and the smallest hint of a wave, Miss Martian made to greet the other heroine as they were about to pass one another. “Good afternoon,” she started, before pausing. “Or maybe evening.” M’gann wasn’t sure how long she’d been on the Watchtower, and thus adjusted her pleasantry accordingly.
Zatanna Zatara
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