"decI der eat!" Zatanna Zatara said out loud, holding out a perfectly, magically manicured hand. A small puff of magic and there was a cold glass of ice tea in the sorceress' hand. She was relaxing on the beach today, laying across an expensive looking chaise that she clearly hadn't dragged to the beach herself. A bright, concentrated, artificial
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He was going to say cheerful but she doesn't look cheerful at all.
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Though if he wanted, she'd be more than glad to dry him with another spell.
She nods. "That's...kind of why I called you, actually. To figure out what's going on with that." She's not going to ask for an apology right now. The wounds are probably still too fresh. But, still, that doesn't mean that she can't be here for him. "I think someone else put a magical whammy on you."
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Arthur looks down at his hands, both of them flesh now.
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Hell, she dated him. She should have known. No excuses.
What's wrong with you? Concentrate!
"Right." Zatanna licks her lips. "Can you ever contact her, or is it always a thing where she contacts you? I mean, I know you could with the water hand, but what about now?" If not, Zatanna could always find a way to invoke her.
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