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[locked to louis d.]

[It's a long shot, but...] Louis?

[public, anonymously.]

I'm interested in speaking to anyone who has knowledge of [...] magic or abilities. The strange and unexplainable.

[No journals. This is mind-to-mind, the old fashioned way but it asks first. There's a smell of dry ice and smoke, dead incense and spitting flame. A disturbance: like a knock only inside, one conscious to another. Screw playing she doesn't have power, and why make use of alien magic when she has her own?]

[The only reason people gawked at him now were the ears. As he sat on the steps to the Metropolitan Museum of art, his hands laying across his knees, the humans stared at his ears and whispered, but they had nothing else to gossip about. He had a respectable wardrobe of slacks and shirts and looked like a casually dressed businessman waiting for a friend for lunch.

She said he'd know her when he saw her, but that didn't actually mean anything to him. The people of New York City were still bizarre to him. The shocks of pink and green hair, the piercings, the strange clothing, all of it combined to leave him in a consistent state of befuddlement. But that was irrelevant. He could feel her - or others like her - moving around him. Some of them were the mutants common to this world, warping the magical background noise that seemed to permeate everything. But a few were those weights, those points not unlike what human science called black holes.

Solas took a deep breath, flinching at the fumes and toxic smells that assaulted his nose, and shook his head sharply, as if that would clear the scents.

That was when he saw her. A dark haired woman, she stood out from the rest of the sea of humanity. She had that weight, but she also flickered with magic. He canted his head to the side, watching her as she approached.] Zatana, I presume.

( The runes were charcoal pressed with thumb on skin, the blood spilled over wood )

[Bruce W]

What do you know of magic, here?

[Public]

[As Zatanna Z]

I seek the ones disturbed by things that are impossible.

[Alfred P]

Alfred.

I am missing time.

I am missing time and my hands are bloody.

My hands are bloody.

What

the

fuck

[She waited until Christmas had passed. Christmas, with its scents of evergreen and molten candle-wax - and if Alfred were present, the pleasantries of beeswax polish and the pine of a tree. Her own home was not filled with the echoes of now-toothless pagan ritual. Shadowcrest was heavy resins, the odorousness of dragons' blood, the heavy scent of burned cedar and sandalwood. She knew the way to Wayne Manor: she had learned it as a small girl in bare feet and a loose dress and wild, dark hair. Now she picked her way beyond the boundaries between properties, pants loose through the hip and the knee and a shirt liquid silk that scooped low at the neck and showed the ends of curlicues that burned black against pale skin. No fishnets, no top-hat: no act. Christmas had come and Christmas had gone, but stage magic had no weight in a manor thick with grief's shadow.

She did not question her welcome. She took the liberty of an old friend, an old friend who did not require invitation, who had stood on the grassy bank before the water and shown a grieving boy tricks to draw his mind out of darkness. This Bruce was not her childhood friend: she knew that, even if the cards reminded her, splayed patterns that hinted at a future not too far beyond the veil. But this Bruce needed the friends that belonged to every thread of a life and she let herself in the door of the mansion with a quiet snick of a lock that perhaps should not have been that easy to open.

She padded through corridors as familiar to her as the ones that belonged to the dusty old mansion that had once been home and it was the shaft of light in a manor mostly shaded with thick curtains that made her turn, silent as a cat into the opened door of the library.]

[Private to Zee]

How much do you charge for tarot card readings?

[Private to Muerte]

Would you like to have Christmas breakfast with me?

[After reading just about everything that is unlocked.]

This is a different turn of cards, isn't it?

[Public]

I seek the man who possessed the claws made of bone during the events at the shopping center.

Who: Eddie, Diana, Zee, Constantine, Liam, Cult NPCs
Where: the former Iceberg Lounge
When: Early Tuesday morning
What: kicking cult butt, saving angel man
Warnings: violence and swears

( We are here to ruin their day and take their new toy. )

[Posted public, but Anon]

I know I'm late to the party here, but that night at the mall - did anyone become something other than human?

[Private to Diana P, Zee, Constantine]

[He forwards her a couple of these videos.]

We need to strike now. Preferably tonight. They must think this poor sap is a real angel and god knows what they're going to do to him. Do you wanna bring someone else on this?

[Edit: Added Zatanna and Constantine.] Z&C: Tonight, we're going to try and track down the cult. I think they're going to either indoctrinate or sacrifice the winged man and I don't want to sit around and wait to see which one they pick.

Who: Various Justice League members and the Canary
What: Meeting
Where: Gotham -> Wayne Manor
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Probably not?

[Hal knew he couldn't avoid what happened at the hotel forever, but couldn't didn't mean wouldn't, and staying on patrol was a damn good way at keeping the memories anywhere but at the forefront of his thoughts. Adding to his desperate bid for avoidance was the fact that they were in Gotham, where something was always going down (seriously, was there something in the water that attracted crime?) and it was almost like forgetting. Almost.

He kept them out until he was feeling that sated-not-quite-exhaustion, like after a particular good workout or a particularly strenuous fight. It was a good thing. It meant he'd get a few decent winks tonight after he took the Canary back to the Manor and started the introductions.

Jotting down a quick message to let them know he was inbound, he concentrated long enough to create a fighter jet, much like he had the last time they met with the exception of having two seats instead of one and popped the canopy open for her.] Ready to go meet the League?

WHO: Babs and Zee
WHAT: Run ins and hellos
WHERE: The Manor
WHEN: Nowish/Recentlyish?
WARNINGS: Probably nothing

( She liked to think it wasn’t the time for cravings yet, but there she was, staring at left overs and cold cuts and cheeses and vegetables and all she wanted in the entire world, she belatedly realized, was a cronut. )

[Locked to Constantine]
Are you dressed?

[Locked to Selina K, Stephanie B, Zatanna Z, and Cassandra S]

I believe it had been a difficult few months. It is rare to have quiet in our world, and I seek to take advantage of it. I am returning to Themyscira to spend time with my sisters. I would like to extend the invitation to all of you. It is an excellent place to find peace, and/or learn new fighting techniques if you wish. The Amazons always welcome other strong women. Everything will be provided for you if you choose to go, and it can be as long or short a visit as you like.

If you would like visits from men, we do have the Island of Healing off the coast where men are allowed to be without punishment.



[Locked to Eddie N]

How are you?

[Locked - Justice League]

Is everyone alright?

[Shortly after this.]

Ghost once again.

[Public]

To the magician woman, I am so sorry. So so so so sorry. I didn't know it was real.

["Call" to Constantine]

[Ring goes his phone, even though she doesn't know the number, and even though she isn't really on the line. But if he answers, she's there, even if his phone is turned off, disconnected, no longer in service. It's like magic. Around midnight.]