[voice; action]

[seriouslytwisted]

[voice]

[Exploring and ninja-ing around is turning up a whole lot of dead ends and questions with no answers, so now Raphael is going to try his last resort.

Conversing with strangers.

Making sure he has his voice only function on (pretending that little SNAFU with it in his earlier conversation didn't happen) he reluctantly addresses his fellow...strand-ees.]


Okay, seriously. How many of you people actually buy that "you are in the in-between" story?

[the mystic new-age voice for the quote helps set the atmosphere, yes it is necessary]

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[action]

[Before this post, Raphael will be swimming around in the Water Sector, trying to keep as hidden as possible but needing to surface to breathe and also sneak back up onto the docks occasionally when he can't cross sections in water. He's a stealthy little bugger, so the average Joe might miss him, but anybody with serious training or extra-sharp senses might find him.

...or you might catch him when he's losing his temper and angrily kicking over a barrel after talking to yet another tree-hugging native yokel, whatever.]

Comments

[seriouslytwisted]

[AT LAST something he can use to hide his fear and worry]

Oh yeah, of course, magic. Why didn't I think of that? Magic.

[backwordscompatible]

[Nope. The sarcasm doesn't even phase her. She was expecting denial, and really, this was about as good an opening as any.]

[Smiling to herself, she pushed back in her chair a little so that he could get a better view of her full form. Not even getting up as she called out a spell--]

EMIT ROF A EGNAHC!

[--that engulfed her in a sudden gust of wind, leaving behind a decidedly different outfit all of two seconds later.]

See what I mean?

1/2

[seriouslytwisted]

[What the fuck is that like German or some shit-]

[seriouslytwisted]

...so you use magic to change your clothes.

Useful.

[backwordscompatible]

[Sigh. Everyone's a critic.]

You want something bigger?

[seriouslytwisted]

No. Look, this is beside the point! The point is that we're not dead, and there's a way home.

What, you can't just magic yourself out of here, Houdini?

[backwordscompatible]

Zatanna, actually.

[Somehow, she manages to refrain from attempting to hex him through the screen. If only because she's already had this conversation before. A lot. Too often.]

Because my powers are no where near as strong as those of the person who brought us here.

[And then, in a moment of childishness:]

Duh.

[seriouslytwisted]

Oh right, sorry, must've skipped that chapter in the "Magic is real and completely useless" handbook.

[backwordscompatible]

[Excuse you.]

You know, I'm trying to play nice and fill you in on what's going on around here, but if you're going to be this rude, then I don't care what Committee I'm on. I'm out of here.

[seriouslytwisted]

Wh- [no but]

Fine! I didn't ask you to fill me in anyway!

[raph stop]

[backwordscompatible]

Suit yourself.

[She starts pulling her chair back towards the console to turn it off.]

[And she will, too.]

[seriouslytwisted]

I will.

[and two days later he's gonna feel super jerky about it, but for now he watches zatana leave and then storms around to kick some things in his suite

UGH]