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[wroughtiron]

Characters: An NPC (wroughtiron), Annabeth Chase (sophos), Hellboy (histruename), the Doctor (iwaspromisedtea) and Zatanna Zatara (backwordscompatible)
Date: November 25/28th.
Location: The Mainland.
Situation: These characters are tracked down by an NPC and given some information, as well as asked a few things in return. Individual scenarios are in the main body of the post itself.
Warnings/Rating: Shouldn't stray much above pg-13, but if it does I'll let you know.

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[backwordscompatible]

Oh, that's true. I guess people have been finding all sorts of random things around here.

I forgot about that.

[She reaches for the small pack, zipping it open to reveal two separate communicators. Placing the cell phone in the same pouch, so that they remained all together.]

[wroughtiron]

Oh! And I suppose I meant to offer this a while ago, but is there anything you'd like from home? It can't be organic, but anything else should be fair game. I've been itching to give this new transference spell a try.

[SHE ACTUALLY LOOKS A LITTLE GIDDY AT THE PROSPECT...]

[backwordscompatible]

Anything from home...

[She had to actually stop and think about this for a moment. What she wanted most was to see her dad again, but Eva said that it couldn't be anything Organic. And her dad was most definitely organic. But what else was there? Her uniform, she could easily just magic up like she had the first time. Same with most anything else.]

Does it...have to be an object?

[wroughtiron]

[She thinks about that for a moment.]

I've never tried anything bigger. I mean... it's a tricky business. If I tried to bring a person here they could end up, I dunno, inside out or somesuch. Which would be a little... alarming.

[Her expression shifts, becomes somewhat more pensive.]

But I could always show you something from back home? Like a window. If there was someone you might want to check in on.

[backwordscompatible]

[There were so many people, honestly. Who all just happened to hold the answer in one particular moment of her future. It was a point in time tied directly to why she was here and now...meaning it was possible. She might be able to see him. Make sure he was okay. Even though a part of her was afraid of the answer.]

[Knowing that whatever she saw would've been her fault.]

[...still, she had to know:]

Can you show me my dad? [Then, softer:] Please?

[wroughtiron]

[Her expression softens.]

Of course, love. Is there... a specific time you'd like to see?

[backwordscompatible]

[This part was much easier to decide. She just needed to figure out how exactly to explain it.]

Just after I was brought here.

There were...things happening back home. We were in the middle of a fight. [Rather not go into much detail unless it was absolutely necessary.] I was pulled away before I could find out whether or not we won, but...I'd...like to make sure he came out of it okay. If that's possible.

[wroughtiron]

[Wordless, Eva does as bidden. Creating the tiny window - out of air and energy - is the easy part, though she drains one of her magic cubes to do it. Finding the point in time the girl had asked for is a little harder, and her brow furrows in concentration at doing so, but finally it happens.]

[backwordscompatible]

[It was like watching a distant memory, only from a third person's perspective. Zatanna saw herself put on the helmet. Become Fate. The battle with Klarion was intense, but evenly matched. Except the barrier was holding; they couldn't break through.]

[And she was flickering; the Helmet was apparently occupying both worlds as well. Tearing her soul apart.]

[But then, the tides turned. The barrier fell. Klarion was trapped. And, with the air of both Captain Marvel and her father from beyond the realm, they were able to merge the worlds back. They won.]

-

[Zatanna would have been satisfied with that much, but the scene didn't end. There was more.]

-

["Did we win?" Robin wearily asked. He was okay.]

["Yes. At a cost."]

["Great Nabu. Release my daughter."]

["...no."]

[That was it. He wouldn't let her go. Her affinity for magic made her a perfect vessel for Fate. Not even at the continued insistence of one Kent Nelson:]

["...so I released his spirit into the afterlife."]

-

[She let out a silent gasp of horror as the image flickered away, shielding her mouth with both hands. So it was true. All of it. Not only had she doomed herself to the Helemet, but it had also come at the cost of another.]

[wroughtiron]

[welp, that wasn't pretty. Eva's quiet a moment as she waves a hand over the still mirror and banishes the images, and then she leans over to give the girl a hug.

She doesn't have to know exactly what was going on there to know that it was personal.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Zatanna did not immediately react to Eva's touch. Hands still covering her mouth, she was partially hunched over, eyes closed, as she tried to regain herself. She wouldn't cry. No matter what the vision had shown her, she wouldn't cry here.]

[Inhaling deeply, she gradually straightened. Her voice soft and expression forlorn, but in control, as she turned back.]

Did that--I mean...is that what's going to happen?

[Meaning, was there anything she could do to stop it?]

[wroughtiron]

I--

[she shifts uncomfortably. she doesn't much care for being put on the spot like this.]

It's... hard to say. Changing things... changing the future... there's so many variables, so many things you have to consider. And I've thought about it, believe me. It might be a better idea to simply work to fix it after the fact than trying to change it prior to.

[backwordscompatible]

[She hadn't really expected much in the way or reassurance, so any answer from Eva in return was better than none. The faintest flicker of hope that maybe...just maybe there was something she could do.]

[Her resolve strengthened once more, and she absently wiped at her eyes as she fully turned to look at her.]

And if I can't...at least I can do something to fix things here. [Maybe.]

[wroughtiron]

We can try, hmm?

[Eva gently bumps her shoulder.]

[backwordscompatible]

[The smile was incredibly forced and weak, but it was there.]

Whatever you need me to do, I'll do.

[wroughtiron]

For now? Go back to Tu Vishan. I'll contact you again when more can be done.

[Come on girl cheer up!! They'll get you home and then you can go save your dad okay.]

[backwordscompatible]

[No promises on the cheering up. But she does at least give a nod of compliance.]

Alright.

I guess I'll...talk to you again soon. And thanks for everything.

[wroughtiron]

[... oh that...


give her a second she's just going to


very abruptly hug her and just as abruptly let go.]

Don't mention it, love. Sorry I couldn't be of more help.