big barda (ex_bigbarda714) wrote in newalliance, @ 2013-09-30 20:54:00 |
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The show had gone well. But then, after those times when they'd been attacked or otherwise dealt with some 'magical' - as Barda was skeptical of anything labeled magic - disturbance, the shows always went well. It was a resounding success and most of the human critics even seemed to agree. That was something, she had been told, that rarely ever happened. Technically, she had offered to 'handle' the last one who wrote an unflattering review, she was told that she was being hasty and perhaps a little bloodthirsty. Still, humanity loved Mister Miracle and everything he could do, including some of the more ridiculous tricks that Barda found almost silly but the crowd couldn't get enough of. She knew it wasn't tricking them, even with the additions of Apokolipsian technology; they came for that. To be thrilled and to wonder how these were all done. While she didn't always see the appeal in magic, the appeal of the magician himself was something she was very well acquainted with. Barda watched him from the door frame for a long moment, shoulder against the frame and her arms crossed, muscles fully on display in the stage outfit that Oberon had decided would be most flattering for her position on the stage. Sometimes, she still wasn't quite sure if that involved personal bodyguard or just looking intimidating while Scott made things disappear. Right now, as they took a moment after the final curtain call, she wasn't worried about it in favor of the fact that Scott was still hanging out. "They are calling for you again." The corner of her mouth quirked up just slightly, a rare smile that wasn't involved in some form of blood shed, as she looked at him. "I caught two backstage last night. I don't think they were happy to see me." Which wasn't surprising, given exactly how intimidating she could look. |