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Characters: Luki (himynameisluki) and Zatanna Zatara (sdrawkcabcigam)
Location: Zatanna's apartment
Rating: PG-13 for violence?
Time: August 25th, THROUGH THE NIGHT
Description: Luki suspects Zatanna Zatara is a witch because she does magic. Thanks to this thread she is now well-equipped and totally knowledgeable in the field of witch discernment.
Luki was very, very happy and quite the determined little girl. She skipped through the halls of Casualty Communal, a rather solid metal pipe in hand and a bag full of rope on her back. This is it! she thought to herself. She'd find out if Zatanna was a witch and if she was, she'd kill her, if not, then there was banana bread in the oven for them both to enjoy! With all of the advice she was given, she was sure that she would be able to figure it out even if Zatanna was lying. Her witchy lies would fall before the great interrogative might of Luki!
Glancing both ways at the doors she passed, she skipped and skipped until at last she arrived. Skidding to a halt and bringing the pipe up to rest on her shoulder, she knocked on the door.
"It's me, Zee!"
Location: Zatanna's apartment
Rating: PG-13 for violence?
Time: August 25th, THROUGH THE NIGHT
Description: Luki suspects Zatanna Zatara is a witch because she does magic. Thanks to this thread she is now well-equipped and totally knowledgeable in the field of witch discernment.
Luki was very, very happy and quite the determined little girl. She skipped through the halls of Casualty Communal, a rather solid metal pipe in hand and a bag full of rope on her back. This is it! she thought to herself. She'd find out if Zatanna was a witch and if she was, she'd kill her, if not, then there was banana bread in the oven for them both to enjoy! With all of the advice she was given, she was sure that she would be able to figure it out even if Zatanna was lying. Her witchy lies would fall before the great interrogative might of Luki!
Glancing both ways at the doors she passed, she skipped and skipped until at last she arrived. Skidding to a halt and bringing the pipe up to rest on her shoulder, she knocked on the door.
"It's me, Zee!"