Comments | jla_watchtower: Like a bastard-child from Earth's womb, so Klarion is borne unto Silver Cities above

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Like a bastard-child from Earth's womb, so Klarion is borne unto Silver Cities above

Jan 15, 2009 01:20

The first thing to strike Klarion as he made his way up from the subway station was the intoxicating aroma. It was a mixture of some smells familiar to him--urine, wet, smoke--and others entirely foreign--gasoline, in particular. Once his eyes adjusted to the sting of the sun's light, however, he was utterly gob smacked. He was dizzied standing ( Read more... )

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zee_zatara January 15 2009, 13:41:37 UTC

She wasn't performing in New York or anything, but every once in awhile, Zatanna liked to visit the city. Take in the sites, pay Madame Xanadu visit, maybe shop a little. Really, the usual stuff.

She smiled as she took in the New York City air. It wasn't fresh or anything by a long shot, but compared to Gotham City, this place smelled like a ridiculously fragrant garden.

Another reason why I'm in San Francisco more lately than Shadowcrest, she admitted to herself. Also, it was closer to Vegas than Shadowcrest was.

There were other reasons, too, that Zatanna had decided to take this little trip to New York. She needed to think about some recent turns her life had made lately. Like one Oliver Jonas Queen. Her lip twitched. She'd been putting it off for awhile, but she knew that sooner or later, she'd need to talk to Dinah about the whole...thing...that had been blossoming between Ollie and Zee. Which is totally unexpected. It was a conversation that Zatanna was anxious about. Mostly because she was praying that Dinah's first ( ... )

bleak_boy January 16 2009, 03:41:56 UTC

Klarion was bent down studying a pigeon with great concentration when Zatana rounded the corner. So too was Teekl, though in a different manner.

Catching sight of her in his periphery, though Teekl took no heed, Klarion turned his head, an expression of surprise across his face. His scream of glee drown out the pigeon's own frantic warbling. Clasping his hands together like a giddy school-boy, Klarion exclaimed, "Oh, Teekl! A harlot!"

A gray-and-white feather drifted lazily through the air.

zee_zatara January 17 2009, 18:33:13 UTC

Zatanna froze as she heard the word screamed out. That the voice was undeniably speaking in her direction was a little too obvious when she saw the body that the voiced belonged to looking at her with what seemed to be amusement and suprise.

Zee's eyes narrowed. She didn't think she looked like a harlot in her jeans, boots, and clingy cowl neck sweater. Then again, to someone dressed like that...

Still, he was just a child, really.

So, deciding to do the smart, mature thing and ignore him, Zatanna started walking again, paying no heed to the gray-and-white feather.

bleak_boy January 19 2009, 00:35:38 UTC

A woman; A woman wearing trousers; A woman wearing form fitting trousers: Harlot.

And Klarion was hardly a child. Why, at 16 he was nearly a witch-MAN. He was just a bit small for his age.

"Hmm," he mused aloud, "she seems to have taken offense. Rather arrogant behavior for a woman of poor reputation."

Looking down at Teekl, who was attending to his whiskers, a wicked grin slit Klarion's face, "A woman such as that is bound to lead us to something interesting; let's follow her!" And so Klarion set out, trotting along with hands clasped behind his back, Teekle in tow, following the strange woman.

They made quite the curious parade down the sidewalks of Manhattan.