Maria Hill ~ Acting Director (shield_2ic) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-05-11 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] mhmra, agent coulson, maria hill, zatanna |
Who: Maria Hill and Zatanna Zatara (OPEN to Phil for "Date Night")
NPCs: Audience members
When: 5/11, Evening
Where: Fancy restaurant, New York
What: Maria needs to find where Luthor stashed Eira and enlists Zatanna's help (mostly out of desperation and after being reassured magic's real).
Rating: Lowish?
She was lucky; Maria barely touched her wine or her dinner, focused on the show that was currently dazzling a few hundred very wealthy patrons of the MakeAWish Foundation, and knew that she was very lucky to be here. She was lucky that there was a show so soon, and so close to the Helicarrier's current bearing. She was lucky she had a contact on speed dial in case more persuasion was needed.
She knew all that, and the tightness in her gut had everything to do with the fact that the luck might not matter; Luthor may have had the child taken, and this long after the fact, she might already have been killed for whatever twisted reason he came up with. She could comfort herself that finding the body would help add weight to the idea that he had orchestrated that attack, had known what strings to pull to get Wanda to dance on cue, but it was very cold comfort at that.
That, and groveling for assistance from anyone never sat well with her, particularly someone who...well, preformed for an audience, and if she couldn't spot the slight of hand on all of them, she wasn't ready to call it real magic yet. Because if magic didn't exist, she didn't have to hunt down magic users, mostly; she could concede powers, but not right now, and not with that particular word.
She waited until the show ended and people started milling around with checks at the ready, and then cut through the chaos to the dressing rooms backstage, a casual confidence to her walk as if she knew exactly what she was doing. And she did, even if she liked none of this.
She knocked, to be polite, and even if she was here under an assumed name, she didn't bother with an actual cover; she wasn't sure there was a way to hide the fact she was looking for an accused criminal's missing daughter. So, she didn't bother with niceties. "I have a friend from Gotham-" close enough -"who believes you can help me locate a missing person. I'm desperate."