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zarataz (zarataz) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-11 20:48:00

Entry tags:

!log, raven darkholme, zatanna zatara

Who: Zatanna and OPEN
What: Demons, hellspawn, and magic, oh my!
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Broadway in the 50s, the CBS TV studio
Warnings: None!

Zee didn't understand why people always seemed to shocked to learn that she rehearsed her act on a daily basis, especially those people who didn't know that her magic came from within. Of course she had to rehearse. Blood magic or not, the stuff was dangerous and one mispronunciation could result in something much nastier than a rabbit coming out of her top hat. She liked to pretend she never made a mistake (and admittedly, it was extremely rare) and in a welcomed change of events nothing catastrophic had actually happened since she'd been in 1964 New York.

Yet.

Her sunglasses had only just perched on her face when Zatanna heard the noise behind her after stepping out of the studio employee doors. They led out into an alley -- though the door was only ten feet from Broadway-- where the trash was normally dumped until it was picked up. The studio's security was good usually, making sure that no one used it as a home or shelter so that anyone, man or woman, could feel safe coming or going. Zee could honestly say that she would have felt safe either way, but it was nice not to have to worry about it for herself. Until she left on Monday afternoon and heard a dull thud behind her.

A lesser woman probably would have screamed, but Zee was used to blood and bodies that lost all sense that they'd even been sentient beings once they were laid out on the ground like sacks. It made a sickening thud, and she knew something was wrong even before she noticed that the man holding a crowbar in his hand had reddish horns poking out of his forehead.

"Hellspawn? Demons? Really?" She almost grinned at the site of something so familiar. Hell, it almost made her homesick. Making slightly mocking face and placing a hand to her heart, her grin blossomed. "You're actually a site for sore eyes, to the point where I'm almost sad that there's only one of you. I--" Zee paused, hearing footsteps from the sidewalk behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. "Scratch that. Five of you, and a hostage. Fun! Gnikrow sehtolc no!"

She was far, far too excited to be using her fishnets for something other than looking pretty on camera, and there was a perfectly good excuse. One of the demons was holding a hostage by the neck. She was obligated to help.

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trying to work out how to denote Raven/Mystique in different forms, please bear with me

mutant_proud
2011-07-13 11:08 pm UTC (link)

So this mystery woman was called Zatanna. The name, like the look, struck a familiar chord with Raven. She was sure that under less distracting circumstances she might be able to come up with where she'd seen this Zatanna before. Zatanna's tone, however, gave the impression that she would rather focus on the task at hand than hold conversation, so Raven didn't press her for questions.

Some more indecipherable commands came from Zatanna, followed by ropes and a wall appearing from thin air. If she was a mutant, this was a very groovy power. If not, Raven had no explanation for how Zatanna was pulling this off.

The attackers, which Zatanna called demons, looked to Raven like they all shared a similar physical mutation in the form of small horns on their heads, but if Zatanna was to be believed then they were "Hellspawn," not mutants. She shook her head. Charles might be able to understand or explain the difference. All ~~Raven~~ Mystique knew was that they had attacked her, so now it was time to fight back. Zatanna seemed more interested in defense rather than offense, but Mystique was itching to try some of the hand to hand combat techniques she'd been learning from Azazel before she'd gotten pregnant and had to stop training.

Slipping around Zatanna's spontaneously-constructed wall, Mystique charged at the leftmost demon-- the one standing in between the demon whom Zatanna had bound and the one whom Beast!Raven had kicked and who was now lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Despite the fact that his comrades had been so quickly subdued, this demon didn't falter, his grip tightening on the chain which he wielded as a weapon. As Mystique closed the distance between them, he started swinging the chain over his head, obviously hoping to hit her with it once she got close enough.

Baring her teeth in a savage smile, Mystique continued toward him before dropping at the very last moment to take out his legs. She felt the heavy chain come down across her back and winced slightly, trying to remember Azazel's lectures about willpower over pain. Moving on to Azazel's next lesson, Mystique made to turn her opponent's weapon into his weakness by grabbing the chain, spinning him around several times until he faced the wall, and shoving him into the hard brick with her knee, thereby pinning the arm holding the chain stationary. She pulled back on her end of the chain sharply, choking the air out of the demon's lungs. This would be the point when Azazel would simply kill his opponent, but Mystique faltered for a moment, glancing back to see how Zatanna was faring.

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zarataz
2011-07-16 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Zatanna didn't kill (No, she wiped people's minds in order to remove their free will) , and besides, demons didn't die. Not in the traditional sense, at least. They would have to be sent back to where they came from and to do that she had to make them stop moving. Zee reached out and grabbed the ropes of the one demon she had bound and pulled hard until she'd tripped him off of his feet.

"Kcab erehw uoy emac morf. Kcab erehw-- Fuck!" Funny how most people would have been more shocked to hear her curse than to hear the gibberish she was spewing otherwise. Living in 1964 had done a bit to curtail her penchant for the occasional bout of foul language, but when she found herself being grabbed from behind mid-spell and a hand clamping down over her mouth so that she could barely get out her words the langauge was definitely worth it. Hopefully the other woman wouldn't take too much offense.

The ropes remained in place and the demon stayed on the ground, but any progress she'd made in sending him back to hell was stalled. Zee let herself fall still for a moment, forcing herself to stay calm even though her words were muffled and she wasn't a fighter. Okay, so they know enough to cover my mouth, so they're not from here. Good to know. One, two, three...

Zee jabbed her elbow back as hard as she could into the chest of the demon grabbing her, twisting at the same time so that she could get his hand off her mouth. "Teg kcab!" She pushed her hand through the air and the demon flew back into the alley wall.

"This is going to sound rude, but --yats nwod! Htob fo uoy!" Zatanna paused to wave her hand at the demon Mystique had choked. At least he wasn't dead. "Like I was saying, this might sound rude, and I promise you that I've seen stranger, but what are you?"

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mutant_proud
2011-07-19 04:48 pm UTC (link)

At Zatanna's unintelligble command, the demon Mystique had had pinned against the wall slumped down onto the ground. Releasing her hold on the chain, she turned back towards the bulk of the action and tried to ready herself for any more attacks.

"I'm a mutant," she answered. It was fully possible that Zatanna had heard about the emerging "mutant menace," as some of the tabloid papers were beginning to call it, but when no look of recognition crossed her face, Mystique went on. "A more highly evolved homo sapiens superior, with advanced genes..." She trailed off. "But I'm no science expert. For any real explanation, you'd have to ask my broth--"

She was interrupted when a demon tried to rush her from the side. She easily sidestepped his approach, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over her shoulder onto the pavement. Kneeling on his back, she twisted his arm to restrain him, prompting him to snarl in pain. "More importantly," she continued, slightly out of breath, "what do we do about these bastards?"

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