Who: John Constantine & Zatanna Zatara What: Zee falls Victim When: After this Where: Constantine's Lockup Warnings: none, really? Status: in progress, closed
Zee was at her place working on some expansions and reorganizing of her place with magic. She was enjoying the freedom she had to create what she needed and make it arrange itself nicely. She'd given Garin the gift of a wine cellar, after all, she could do anything. She didn't need to, but she was still itching to use magic for everything.
She'd gotten better, though, she didn't ooze magic like air. Between the bracelets and diving into work related things, she'd gotten it mostly under control. She was still using it like her life depended on it, but she'd gotten enough of a handle on it to not advertise that fact to the world. She didn't really miss Will that much anymore, and going off the deep end had been a trip, but she didn't need that. If she wanted to get better, in more control, she didn't need to keep losing her shit.
Zee had just finished creating some new shelving when her phone rang. She answered it, smiling, she was pretty happy with how things were going with Constantine. They'd settled into a decent run. He hadn't tried to kill her, she didn't want to throw him off a cliff. It was a good balance. So when he asked for her help, she didn't have any reason not to go. She steered clear of his lock up, generally, she was too easily tempted to poke around, so she was careful to portal her way over far enough away.
"You needed my help, what's up?" She asked as she made her way inside. She couldn't trust her senses in there, too many things gave off too many weird vibes, so nothing made her any warier than she was about being around a room full of magical knick-knacks and such.