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Papa Midnight's club is a popular scene for those who know what they want. In his perennially familiar back room, the Bokor has been busy. He stands over the remains of a goat's entrails on the exotically tiled floor. He's not liking what he sees.
Behind him, on a shelf, rest his works in progress -- poppet dolls of those whose identities Zatanna recently revealed to him. They are important tools of the trade, requiring but a small piece of their owner -- a hair, a drop of blood, a nail clipping -- to render them fully effective in his dark magics.
He flicks some ash from his cigar over the bloodied carcass, watching the blood as it seeps and trails, watching what it will tell him. It's a murky and clouded path. He considers summoning his sister to see what she can obtain through the carnal favors of her own damned soul once more. It makes him uneasy, even as intangible as it is.
He needs insurance. Papa Midnight looks towards the altar, the intricate veves bright in flickering candlight relief; his visage reflected in the glass holders, distorted and grotesque. When he feels uneasy, it means he has to take it out on someone.
Two words is all he needs.
Zatanna. Heel.
Behind him, on a shelf, rest his works in progress -- poppet dolls of those whose identities Zatanna recently revealed to him. They are important tools of the trade, requiring but a small piece of their owner -- a hair, a drop of blood, a nail clipping -- to render them fully effective in his dark magics.
He flicks some ash from his cigar over the bloodied carcass, watching the blood as it seeps and trails, watching what it will tell him. It's a murky and clouded path. He considers summoning his sister to see what she can obtain through the carnal favors of her own damned soul once more. It makes him uneasy, even as intangible as it is.
He needs insurance. Papa Midnight looks towards the altar, the intricate veves bright in flickering candlight relief; his visage reflected in the glass holders, distorted and grotesque. When he feels uneasy, it means he has to take it out on someone.
Two words is all he needs.
Zatanna. Heel.