tushanshu_logs | [Semi-Open] And With All Your Magic, I Disappear From View

Characters: Everybody who wanted in on the magic plot, particularly those who responded here.
Date: Mid-July
Location: Turtle's Head
Situation: Zatanna has a theory. With a little help from some new friends and some not-so-new friends, she's about to test that theory out...

Warnings/Rating: UNPREDICTABLE MAGIC

Note: This Log with be separated into three parts. First will be the Pre-Spell Mingle, which is exactly what it sounds like. Characters will be given the opportunity to meet and greet with one another, discuss their respective magics, theories as to what might happen, etc. The second will be the Spell Casting, where each character involved will be given the opportunity to show off his/her/their stuff.

The third part of the Log will be the Results/Aftermath. Basically, once I have word from the mods how the Spell Casting will go, the subheader will be edited to include every last detail. From there, characters will be given the chance to react accordingly.

For questions/comments/uncertainties, feel free to contact me over on plurk (

hina_mun) or pop over to the OOC post.

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Jack stood back so as not to distract Zatanna while she was marking out the large circle, but when she stopped to survey her work, he came up and bumped his shoulder lightly against hers.

"How's it looking? It's going to be a bigger turnout than we expected, I think..."

She knew he was there, of course. Even if she hadn't caught a glimpse of his familiar white hair practically glowing under the sunlight, she could sense his magic presence. Good thing, too, because if she couldn't even sense him when he was standing nearby, well...

"Tell me about it." Her legs were starting to fall asleep as she stood up to greet him. "I'm going to feel pretty ridiculous if, in the end, nothing even happens."

"I don't know, you've amassed a lot of magical firepower here," Jack answered. "I don't think this many people have worked at the same goal since... well, since I've been here. I mean, other than the obvious beating-Malicant thing. I'm gonna be optimistic for both of us."

He did have a point.

She lifted her head, taking in the bodies already here. Recalling the conversation she'd had over the last few days. There was her own innate ability to sense magic, which was the main reason why she'd agreed to Valdis' suggestion of taking on such a task. There there were others who claimed to be even more adept.

And, on top of that, there were those who had absolutely no affinity for such a thing, but were coming along anyway. Either to lend a power boost, or even physical bodyguard.

"It does kind of remind me a little of old times." She couldn't help but agree. Not just the final battle, but there had been other times as well... "I don't suppose you remember the zombie attack years ago, do you?"

"You mean the jiangshi, when the turtle dove the first time? I remember it. It was the first time I met Finnick. He couldn't see or hear me at all, but we still fought them off together."

There's a tired fondness when he talks about his long-departed friend.

A friend she remembered, along with how much his disappearance had hurt Jack. She could still picture his page in the special memory journal.

"That's the one. I remember...fighting along side people I normally wouldn't have otherwise." Damian. Before things between them had gone south. "And I remember...having to fight against a zombified version of Robin...."

In some ways, that had been far worse than what Malicant had unleashed. Because it had hit so personally. The face and costume of someone she cared about. Having to not only fight him, but watch him get blown up. Thinking she'd lost him for good...only to have him turn up several hours later. At the palace.

"Though, compared to all that, I guess this should be a piece of ice cream cake."

Jack smiled, but it was a comforting expression. They hadn't really been close then, just friends, but he remembered how much it had affected her, even if he'd only known Robin as her teammate at the time.

"Sounds like a plan."

She wasn't usually one to look too much into the past. Reminisce every now and again, sure, but if she spent far too long thinking, she might start to dwell. And nobody wanted to get stuck all the way back there when the present was right in front of her.

Literally.

"...do me a favor?" A little softer, making sure he would be the only one who could hear her. "Stick close?"

he bumps her shoulder again, but this time a little more carefully. "I'm not going anywhere. Besides, who wouldn't want the front row seats for this?"

"Sane people?" She joked, but already some of the tension in her shoulders had started to melt away with that latest bump.

"We don't allow those types of folk on the turtle," Jack teased right back, and managed to keep a remarkably straight face when he said it. After all, it was practically true.

"Just think of this like a really cool stage."

She grinned at the choice of phrasing, deliberate or otherwise. And purposely made of show of 'shivering' in place.

"Tell me about it. I'd almost forgotten how cold you are when I'm not wearing the charm."

He gave her a wry smile, knowing she was teasing, because he also knew he wasn't that cold right now. In fact, he was barely below what a typical non-living body would be... essentially room temperature.

But pointing that out would defeat the purpose of the joke.

"So what you're saying is that I should open a side business for free air conditioned hugs?"

She knew. She could feel it. Each time he got close to making full on skin contact. Each breath that touched her was like...as if he had simply been sucking on a cool breath mint. Refreshing, but only to those whose normal body temperature averaged above freezing.

"Hey, just think about how much business you'd make in August alone. Not including the discounts to certain favorite customers, of course. At that rate, you could put in a whole new console in the back."

"Well, I know we have been looking for a little extra vacation money," he smirked, but then he blinked. "Wait, did you want a new console in the back?"

He would focus on that, wouldn't he?

"It would be nice to have one just for us. So that we don't have to wait if a customer comes in and needs to use the one out front."

"Okay," the spirit nodded. "I'll see what I can do. Hopefully the Metalworkers are still in the mood to install things, after their changeover."

Her whole face brightened. It was a little thing, but sometimes, it was the little things that made her happy. As evident by the quick peck on the cheek she gave him in response.

"You're the best."

[Semi-Open] And With All Your Magic, I Disappear From View

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