Re: Quicklog, Ocean's 11: Lin A, Louis D, Neil D, Zatanna Z
[The soulless in the room stood beside the young man who had curled an arm over the shoulders of the other: taller and wearing exhaustion worn into him like the wrinkles in a crumpled piece of paper. But she saw first the tableau interrupted, the fear that glinted like light off new metal in the man's eyes. Zatanna was not used to fear: she did parlor tricks and stage shows, her smile was back-of-the-room brilliant on a good day. But her smile was smaller, careful now. The thin pendant from before, from the first discovery, was in her fingers, the chain coiled around her thumb.
She ignored the trickle of noise like water, and she felt instead. This world did not reach for magic as it would a tool, so the convergence of it was centered on the thin young man who swayed against the other and who looked at her as if she brought more with her than Gotham on her coat tails. She was not Meredith, whoever it was Meredith was meant to be and he knew, as much as she did.]
T'nod nur [She said it clearly, magic layering over magic, a bridge of constructs one on top of another. It was directed to Louis, to the man who felt like Gotham from below, the choking tangle of something knotted up around him and an absence at his heart.]