✧Zatanna Zatara✧ (
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[A lot of time had passed since Zatanna's last appearance over the public Network. Over a year, in fact, if one took into account the time spent in the Dreaming Realm. Although, even by Foreign time standards, it would have still been several months.]
[The reason for mentioning such a thing would be, to any familiar with the now seventeen-year-old mistress of magic, she looked...different. Taller. Her facial features were sharper now, tendrils of hair around her face significantly wavier. And she had filled out significantly. Almost reminiscent of a certain image that had graced the screen once before. Only now, it wasn't magic that had done this to her. It was Time.]
Has anyone else noticed the air around Keelai feels...I don't know...lighter, somehow?
[She wasn't just referring to the air, either. Eyes closed, hands placed at either side of her temple, the lightness she described was a sense only those with an affinity for the Mystical Forces around them would take note of.]
Maybe it's just me, but I can't help thinking that there's something different about this place now. You know, aside from the obvious.
--oh! [Her eyes snapped open as a last-minute thought occurred to her. Only vaguely relevant to her main point, but still important.] That reminds me. Speaking of, I don't suppose anybody around here is familiar with bartering?
I might have a slight issue. ["slight"]
[The reason for mentioning such a thing would be, to any familiar with the now seventeen-year-old mistress of magic, she looked...different. Taller. Her facial features were sharper now, tendrils of hair around her face significantly wavier. And she had filled out significantly. Almost reminiscent of a certain image that had graced the screen once before. Only now, it wasn't magic that had done this to her. It was Time.]
Has anyone else noticed the air around Keelai feels...I don't know...lighter, somehow?
[She wasn't just referring to the air, either. Eyes closed, hands placed at either side of her temple, the lightness she described was a sense only those with an affinity for the Mystical Forces around them would take note of.]
Maybe it's just me, but I can't help thinking that there's something different about this place now. You know, aside from the obvious.
--oh! [Her eyes snapped open as a last-minute thought occurred to her. Only vaguely relevant to her main point, but still important.] That reminds me. Speaking of, I don't suppose anybody around here is familiar with bartering?
I might have a slight issue. ["slight"]
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[She tried to make it sound so casual. Nonchalant, even. Though, after a moment's pause, she realized a bit more elaboration might be necessary.]
...a magic box.
[Okay, so the box itself wasn't magic. Just the Wards still surrounding it.]
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All I know is that they know it's mine. And that they haven't been able to figure out how to open it. Yet.
[She hoped they wouldn't, otherwise the items inside were at risk or being lost yet again.]
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[Zelgadis considered; it's a tricky problem]
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It's been put up for sale; anybody who came their way and took interest would be willing to pay for it.
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It's a box. Shaped like an old-school wooden chest. It's made of wood and metal and I'm the one that put the magic there in the first place. Even the stuff inside...
[Okay, the locket Jack had given her might have some intrinsic value to it, but the majority of it was paintings and puzzles and stuffed animals and personal journals.]
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Wonder if you can convince them it's cursed. Or at least booby-trapped. Not much value in a box no one else wants to open.
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Do you think that would really work?
[She wasn't above...maybe not lying, but a necessary stretch of the truth. It sort of was both those things. The difference came in that it was booby-trapped/cursed to simply not open for anybody but her.]
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Tell me about it.
I thought it was just me, but they definitely look at me differently than even a lot of the other Foreigners. Some of them almost seem afraid, even.
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[And this time, since he can't leave if he starts shit, Zel's been making an effort to limit the massive destruction.]
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Maybe not individually, but the whole of the Turtle runs on magic. I've always been able to sense it ever since I first arrived here a few years ago.
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It's not. Trust me on this. No two magic users ever seem to use it the same way unless they're from the same family or coven. And even then.
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Go figure.
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It probably has something to do with how magic interacts with the human -- or otherwise -- brain.