tushanshu_logs | [Open Log] Don't you Worry 'bout a thing

Characters: Members of the Foreigners' Guild
Date: Beginning of May
Location: Welcome Center
Situation: Trying to figure out just how this thing is going to work
Warnings/Rating: none to start; will update if needed

Today, the Center is...not quite closed, because it was never closed, but the sign out front was a little more specific than usual: indicating that those who had chosen to align themselves with the Foreigners' Guild to stop by at their convenience for a group discussion. Word of mouth was the primary means of getting the information out, but just in case, Zatanna was nearby with a checklist making sure to get names of not only who showed up, but of any known members who did not. So that they could be contacted at a later time and kept in the loop.

For her part, the 19-year-old was sitting casually in her favorite armchair by the fireplace (though currently lit, was emitting very little heat, indicating a more magical nature. For ambiance, mainly) and not-quite-facilitating the entire process. Her body language gave little indication of wanting to step forward as official leader, although she was ready with answers for any who may have had relevant questions.

[[ooc: Characters are encouraged to make their own top levels for open-ended discussion of the state of the Guild; if any of them want to talk to Zatanna specifically, indicate in the subject level and she'll come around.]]

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The young woman hardly looked twenty; arriving here at the age of fifteen or sixteen must have been quite the challenge.

"That's quite a stint." Devin sincerely hoped he wouldn't be here for that long. He was more important things to do. Far more important. "You must know the city well, then. Are you considering leading our enforced governing body?"

For all her feelings about the new guild system, she couldn't help crack a somewhat ironic smile at the line enforced governing body.

"I take it you're not a big fan?" Which she could understand. And had somewhat expected. "I'll step up if that's what everyone wants. This isn't supposed to be about me. We're all Foreigners here, so it should be about what we all want as a team."

Devin snorted quietly.

"I've had plenty put upon me without consent in my life. One more thing won't break me, and certainly not something as comparatively small as this. But it does grate, a little," he told her, wry. "I am not, however, much of a 'team' player. As long as nothing becomes too procedurally onerous, I'll manage."

She nodded.

"Oh, trust me, you're not the first to tell me something like that. But I really don't think this whole thing is supposed to make our lives more difficult or give us that much more to have to worry about on top of everything else going on. At least, that's my hope, that it won't be."

"I suppose, since the organization of our own governance is up to us, how difficult it becomes is also up to us," Devin posed. "It's an interesting system they've set up, these Guilds. Very Italian Renaissance, with city-states and whatnot. Do you think it'll last?"

"Actually...I really do." Zatanna though she would have to pause and consider the notion, but it took less than a second for her to come to a decision. "A lot of the Guilds seem like extensions of groups that have already formed or were in the process of forming anyway. I mean, the Merchant's Guild's is certainly nothing new. The Justice one has sort of already been a thing with the Police Force. And the Welcome Center's even been around for years."

For several seconds, Devin just looked at Zatanna, expressionless. And then he smiled, a small and resigned little thing.

"It's good that you still have that kind of optimism," Devin told her. "That kind of... faith." He didn't mean it in the religious sense, of course. "The city could use some real stability, from what I understand, so I do hope you're right. Now, all we need to do is eradicate our little rat problem, and things might even turn peachy."

"I wouldn't say it's faith. Or optimism." Well, maybe a little optimism. "I'm only speaking from experience here. This is the first time a real system has been attempted since the death of the Emperors. They're taking it really seriously, which means it's all the more important to make it work."

As for the little rat problem...

"How much cheese have you got?" She asked, voice heavily laced with tired sarcasm.

"Fair enough. You'd know better than I would, in any case." He had, after all, only been here a month.

Devin tilted his head, intrigued by the sarcasm. "Seeing as it's recently become my job to find them, hopefully quite a lot, or whatever the equivalent is for cultists. Not a fan of understatement?"

She shook her head.

"Nah. I mean, it's not that. Not you, I mean. I'm just getting a little tired of still having to deal with anything even remotely Malicant related. Even dead, he's somehow causing all this trouble."

"I wouldn't be offended if it was me," he returned, wry. "Demons do have a tendency to be pains in the ass, wherever they are and whatever their status. As aggravating as it was to be brought here, it seems the reason for that does, in fact, persist in the form of these terrorists. I can understand being fatigued by it all."

"You have no idea..." she initially responded. With regards to Malicant being a pain in the ass.

And the subconscious, more specifically.

"It was kind of the same back home. I mean, where I came from." (Some days, she had to remind herself that Keelai wasn't really "home", even though it felt like home to her now.) "There was always something. Some evil villain wanting to take over the world. Or destroy it. Whatever was in that week. Even the lower lackeys were enough of a pain that we had to spend way too much time dealing with them. Of course, if you had the right tools for the job, it could be a bit fun."

Like a motorcycle and an arrow-slinging gal pal to cruise around on Halloween Night. Ah, memories.

Devin was very glad to have no idea; if he'd been here before, he'd be even more unhappy about the whole situation.

The vampire gave her a slightly bemused look. "Is it common where you come from to send children to fight evil-doers? That seems like spectacularly bad guardianship."

Devin, you got started when you were eleven, don't judge. He knew they probably had to be quite capable to do what she was describing, and that there were quite a few young people here with advanced abilities, but his argument stood. Sending children to fight battles was wrong, in his opinion.

"Oh, trust me, my dad hated the idea. He tried to ground me for life after the first time I helped save the world. Mostly because I encouraged my own kidnapping so I could go along, but...you know, you'd think the heroism would count for something."

"It does," Devin allowed, "but the part of the brain involved with judgement and making good decisions doesn't mature until a person is in their mid-twenties, most of the time. So, it's heroic, but it can also be seen as stupid, or at the very least ill-informed." Which was not to say that Zatanna was stupid, but that she may have done some stupid things. There was a difference there. "Your father, I imagine, was simply being protective, however. I've heard parents tend to get that way about their children."

Not that he would know.

[Open Log] Don't you Worry 'bout a thing

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