Post by lizity on Feb 15, 2012 23:15:12 GMT -5
It had been three months since her father had been found dead in the back of the stage. She remembered the morning all to well. Finding her father hadn’t come back to the hotel that night in Metropolis, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. He stayed at the theaters often enough when they were out on the road. She and Tim had gone to check on him when they’d gotten done with breakfast and to start setting up for that’s night show. What they’d found was him laying dead on the floor, burns marking his clothes and skin and the heavy smell of magic still hanging in the air. She remembered it all to vividly even now.
She’d retreated back to Shadowcrest with Tim for the next three months to deal with her own grief but she couldn’t hide out from the world for the rest of her life. Her father wouldn’t have wanted that so here she was, three months later, setting up for a new show. She’d never been the main event of a show before but here it was. Her father had been setting her up for it for a few years now but this wasn’t how she’d wanted to start.
Standing on the stage of the Gotham Theater she looked out over the empty seats trying to get feel for the place. Every show house had a feel to it, a pulse of its own. She’d never had a problem finding it like she did now but she attributed that to her own anxiety over starting back out again. And then she felt it, not the building but something else, like an itch between her shoulders. Someone was watching her.
Her eyes scanned over the dark corners of the theater before she spoke out. “I know you’re there.”
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Bruce would probably yell at him that he wasn't doing something right. Sliding out of the dark corner of the theatre, he'd grab a rope and let himself slide down slowly. "Zatanna, I presume?" asking as he walked towards her, but would keep his distance. "I'm sorry to hear about your father." crossing his arms across his chest. "Batman sent me, said your father was one of the best with the knowledge of the occult?" She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it.
"There's a new cult forming around the states, something about Trigon. You know anything about it?" Ollie didn't know who her father was, really. There was some information coming over the HUD on his sunglasses, about her father and the show. And even a little about her, but nothing in the ways of ability, magic or any of that. Maybe he should have approached this another way… "Let me introduce myself, my name is Green Arrow. I stopped a cultist in Star City and it had traces all the way back here. Batman referred me to you for information."
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“Batman sent you?” She arched a brow at him, giving his green outfit the once over before resting on his face. She knew that her father had dealt with the masked man a few times when he’d shown up out of the blue asking for information in the occult. How he knew to look for her father back then she never knew but apparently he’d decided that she’d have the same information her father had had.
“You’re rather blunt.” She commented as she rested her hands on her hips.
Her eyes narrowed at the thoughts of Trigon and she nodded slightly. “The Church of Blood, they’ve worshiped demons in the past so Trigon isn’t out of the realm of their beliefs. You said you stopped one in Star City and traced it back here? Have there been other sightings of them around Gotham?” Her family had lived outside of Gotham for generations so any cults that worshiped demons that set up shop there weren’t exactly on the smart side considering what her family did.
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"According to Batman, he's stopped a few. One time, he was stopping them from stealing something called 'The Demons Eye'. Mean anything?" asking her. Ollie's information about the occult is limited, very limited. "Hm.. Church of Blood. That sounds great. Do you have any idea on why they're suddenly worshipping Trigon?" reaching into his pocket, he'd pull his phone to hand it to her. "Seems they were busy in Star City also, they stole this book." she'd see the picture of the book and the small article that accompanied it. "Batman said you might have some information, sent me after you like the good dog I am." giving her a wry smile. One would understand that if they worked with, or for Batman. The man could be cold some days. Ollie knew it wasn't purposeful, it's just how he was.
In another life, he was sure Batman would have been a fearsome general commanding dozens of soldiers in battle. "So, what's this all mean? Just some random cult stealing priceless artifacts? If I know anything about magic, it's often the priceless artifacts are the most powerful." shrugging "I have a feeling this whole cult thing just might get washed away like every other cult."
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“Hmm. That’s not exactly comforting, that means they’re getting brave coming around here. My family has lived in this area for a long time and we don’t exactly mesh well with the demon loving crowd. As for why they could be there’s no telling. It oculd be a lot of things. Flavor of the month from some old text they found being the best case scenario. Worse case would be he’s found a way to contact them or they’ve found a way to contact him and he’s trying to get something from them, or them from him. Both of which are bad.” She took the phone from him when he offered it, looking at the book and the article before passing ti back to him. “First glance, well, it’s an old book. European in design by the binding but without a clearer picture of the spine or the inside I can’t really tell you much.”
She arched a brow and smirked. “Do you sit up and beg too?”
“But the demon’s eye is something. It’s an old gem, last I knew it was supposed to be holed up in a museum in France under lock and key. They only ever sent out the fake one as far as I knew. Someone might have been able to switch them out. It’s an energy focusing item, for opening up portals into other planes of existence… like hell. I think your cult problem just got a lot more complicated. If they’re going after the Demon’s Eye then the book might be a book of rituals. You said Batman stopped them from taking the gem? Where is it now? It needs to be put under protection… more protection than any normal kind of museum can offer too.”
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"I don't know where it is. He didn't say. But, if he has it. It's probably in some super secret compartment in the cave or something." waving a hand. "So. I should ask him where it is..
Let's go out on a limb here and say they have both… and they open a portal to hell, to contact a demon named Trigon. How will we know?" asking, curious as he placed a hand on his chin in thought. God he hated magic! "What do you know about Trigon? Who, what is he?" Ollie had a lot of questions about what the hell is going on. "The guy I took down burst into flames as soon as I got to him. My arrow shot him in the shoulder. So, I take it whatever it is this Trigon guy wants is no good." sighing, shaking his head.
"Worst case scenario, what happens? This guy gets out and has a jolly good time? Sorry for the twenty questions, but this isn't something I deal with often. So, I need to know what to do to stop this, how we stop this, and what can we do to prevent the death of, assuming, millions?"
Yeah, no biggie, right?
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“Just make sure he has it someplace that those cultists can’t get to it. If he doesn’t want to keep it near him then he can contact me. I have a safe place that I can keep it and shielded from magical scrying if they’re looking for it in that ways.”
She gave a little laugh with no humor in it. “Lets just say you won’t have any problems knowing if a portal to hell is opened. It will be hell on earth. If Trigon gets them to do that then it won’t just be him that comes through, it’ll be all the demons under him that come with to play with humanity. Trigon destroyed a whole planet on his home plane before he was a year old if that tells you anything and that was eons ago. He’s old and powerful. Earth to him would be a paradise to strip for all his pleasures and destruction. I’m sure your imagination can fill in the rest for your worst case scenario.”
“The man you shot might not have been human then. It could have been a lesser demon that’s helping the cult…” She trailed off, frowning to herself. “If my father knew about this… or knew something or had something they wanted that might be why he was murdered. When I found him that morning he was..” She swallowed and stopped then started again, “It was a magical attack.”
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Sliding his hand under his glasses, he'd pinch the bridge of his nose. "Great. Alien Demon dude wants to make Earth his party pit. I don't think I'd like to clean up after that mess." pressing his lips together. "I'll ask Batman if he has the ruby when I see him." when she spoke about the guy he stopped, then went onto her father. He would nod, not to be cold. But he didn't know her father.. heard of him. "Would he have kept a diary, journal, or anything of that sorts? Because if Batman is just finding out. And from what you've said about your father, and what little Batman has said, then I'm sure he knew.
You magic users tend to keep a tight knit group. If your father had talked to someone about it.. who and where would I- We find them?" scratching as his light beard
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“My father didn’t keep a journal. We traveled around all the time so our friends are far between. It was just he, myself, and his ward for the last ten years. We’re not just traveling performers. We’re demon hunters. That’s why we move around so much tracking them. If you guys get in over your heads don’t be afraid to contact me. I want to help. If these are the people that killed my father then you and Batman are going to need my help and probably my friend Tim’s help too.”
She rested her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one side. “If Batman is interested tell him to talk to me. I’ll start going through my books and see what I can come up with. If the cult isn’t based out of Gotham then we need to find out where they’re located. That’s were they’re going to have to book and be setting up. I doubt it’s here in Gotham though, plenty of nut jobs in the city, but not the kind of fanatics that will jump on a religious band wagon.”
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Giving her a nod, he'd pull out a piece of paper and hand it to her. "If you find anything, contact me. I can put you into touch with Batman. Looks like we're going to need the heavy hitters on this. Thanks for the information. If you don't contact me, I'm sure we'll come a knocking." smiling "Thanks again, and I'm sorry to hear about your father. My greatest condolences." he knew that was like, his voice was sincere in his condolence, he lost his parents not to long ago.. putting him as CEO of Q-Core. Heavy stuff. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he'd jump down off the stage.
Seems him and the Bat need to meet up.
Well, this should be entertaining.
She’d retreated back to Shadowcrest with Tim for the next three months to deal with her own grief but she couldn’t hide out from the world for the rest of her life. Her father wouldn’t have wanted that so here she was, three months later, setting up for a new show. She’d never been the main event of a show before but here it was. Her father had been setting her up for it for a few years now but this wasn’t how she’d wanted to start.
Standing on the stage of the Gotham Theater she looked out over the empty seats trying to get feel for the place. Every show house had a feel to it, a pulse of its own. She’d never had a problem finding it like she did now but she attributed that to her own anxiety over starting back out again. And then she felt it, not the building but something else, like an itch between her shoulders. Someone was watching her.
Her eyes scanned over the dark corners of the theater before she spoke out. “I know you’re there.”
~~
Bruce would probably yell at him that he wasn't doing something right. Sliding out of the dark corner of the theatre, he'd grab a rope and let himself slide down slowly. "Zatanna, I presume?" asking as he walked towards her, but would keep his distance. "I'm sorry to hear about your father." crossing his arms across his chest. "Batman sent me, said your father was one of the best with the knowledge of the occult?" She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it.
"There's a new cult forming around the states, something about Trigon. You know anything about it?" Ollie didn't know who her father was, really. There was some information coming over the HUD on his sunglasses, about her father and the show. And even a little about her, but nothing in the ways of ability, magic or any of that. Maybe he should have approached this another way… "Let me introduce myself, my name is Green Arrow. I stopped a cultist in Star City and it had traces all the way back here. Batman referred me to you for information."
~~
“Batman sent you?” She arched a brow at him, giving his green outfit the once over before resting on his face. She knew that her father had dealt with the masked man a few times when he’d shown up out of the blue asking for information in the occult. How he knew to look for her father back then she never knew but apparently he’d decided that she’d have the same information her father had had.
“You’re rather blunt.” She commented as she rested her hands on her hips.
Her eyes narrowed at the thoughts of Trigon and she nodded slightly. “The Church of Blood, they’ve worshiped demons in the past so Trigon isn’t out of the realm of their beliefs. You said you stopped one in Star City and traced it back here? Have there been other sightings of them around Gotham?” Her family had lived outside of Gotham for generations so any cults that worshiped demons that set up shop there weren’t exactly on the smart side considering what her family did.
~~
"According to Batman, he's stopped a few. One time, he was stopping them from stealing something called 'The Demons Eye'. Mean anything?" asking her. Ollie's information about the occult is limited, very limited. "Hm.. Church of Blood. That sounds great. Do you have any idea on why they're suddenly worshipping Trigon?" reaching into his pocket, he'd pull his phone to hand it to her. "Seems they were busy in Star City also, they stole this book." she'd see the picture of the book and the small article that accompanied it. "Batman said you might have some information, sent me after you like the good dog I am." giving her a wry smile. One would understand that if they worked with, or for Batman. The man could be cold some days. Ollie knew it wasn't purposeful, it's just how he was.
In another life, he was sure Batman would have been a fearsome general commanding dozens of soldiers in battle. "So, what's this all mean? Just some random cult stealing priceless artifacts? If I know anything about magic, it's often the priceless artifacts are the most powerful." shrugging "I have a feeling this whole cult thing just might get washed away like every other cult."
~~
“Hmm. That’s not exactly comforting, that means they’re getting brave coming around here. My family has lived in this area for a long time and we don’t exactly mesh well with the demon loving crowd. As for why they could be there’s no telling. It oculd be a lot of things. Flavor of the month from some old text they found being the best case scenario. Worse case would be he’s found a way to contact them or they’ve found a way to contact him and he’s trying to get something from them, or them from him. Both of which are bad.” She took the phone from him when he offered it, looking at the book and the article before passing ti back to him. “First glance, well, it’s an old book. European in design by the binding but without a clearer picture of the spine or the inside I can’t really tell you much.”
She arched a brow and smirked. “Do you sit up and beg too?”
“But the demon’s eye is something. It’s an old gem, last I knew it was supposed to be holed up in a museum in France under lock and key. They only ever sent out the fake one as far as I knew. Someone might have been able to switch them out. It’s an energy focusing item, for opening up portals into other planes of existence… like hell. I think your cult problem just got a lot more complicated. If they’re going after the Demon’s Eye then the book might be a book of rituals. You said Batman stopped them from taking the gem? Where is it now? It needs to be put under protection… more protection than any normal kind of museum can offer too.”
~~
"I don't know where it is. He didn't say. But, if he has it. It's probably in some super secret compartment in the cave or something." waving a hand. "So. I should ask him where it is..
Let's go out on a limb here and say they have both… and they open a portal to hell, to contact a demon named Trigon. How will we know?" asking, curious as he placed a hand on his chin in thought. God he hated magic! "What do you know about Trigon? Who, what is he?" Ollie had a lot of questions about what the hell is going on. "The guy I took down burst into flames as soon as I got to him. My arrow shot him in the shoulder. So, I take it whatever it is this Trigon guy wants is no good." sighing, shaking his head.
"Worst case scenario, what happens? This guy gets out and has a jolly good time? Sorry for the twenty questions, but this isn't something I deal with often. So, I need to know what to do to stop this, how we stop this, and what can we do to prevent the death of, assuming, millions?"
Yeah, no biggie, right?
~~
“Just make sure he has it someplace that those cultists can’t get to it. If he doesn’t want to keep it near him then he can contact me. I have a safe place that I can keep it and shielded from magical scrying if they’re looking for it in that ways.”
She gave a little laugh with no humor in it. “Lets just say you won’t have any problems knowing if a portal to hell is opened. It will be hell on earth. If Trigon gets them to do that then it won’t just be him that comes through, it’ll be all the demons under him that come with to play with humanity. Trigon destroyed a whole planet on his home plane before he was a year old if that tells you anything and that was eons ago. He’s old and powerful. Earth to him would be a paradise to strip for all his pleasures and destruction. I’m sure your imagination can fill in the rest for your worst case scenario.”
“The man you shot might not have been human then. It could have been a lesser demon that’s helping the cult…” She trailed off, frowning to herself. “If my father knew about this… or knew something or had something they wanted that might be why he was murdered. When I found him that morning he was..” She swallowed and stopped then started again, “It was a magical attack.”
~~
Sliding his hand under his glasses, he'd pinch the bridge of his nose. "Great. Alien Demon dude wants to make Earth his party pit. I don't think I'd like to clean up after that mess." pressing his lips together. "I'll ask Batman if he has the ruby when I see him." when she spoke about the guy he stopped, then went onto her father. He would nod, not to be cold. But he didn't know her father.. heard of him. "Would he have kept a diary, journal, or anything of that sorts? Because if Batman is just finding out. And from what you've said about your father, and what little Batman has said, then I'm sure he knew.
You magic users tend to keep a tight knit group. If your father had talked to someone about it.. who and where would I- We find them?" scratching as his light beard
~~
“My father didn’t keep a journal. We traveled around all the time so our friends are far between. It was just he, myself, and his ward for the last ten years. We’re not just traveling performers. We’re demon hunters. That’s why we move around so much tracking them. If you guys get in over your heads don’t be afraid to contact me. I want to help. If these are the people that killed my father then you and Batman are going to need my help and probably my friend Tim’s help too.”
She rested her hands on her hips, shifting her weight to one side. “If Batman is interested tell him to talk to me. I’ll start going through my books and see what I can come up with. If the cult isn’t based out of Gotham then we need to find out where they’re located. That’s were they’re going to have to book and be setting up. I doubt it’s here in Gotham though, plenty of nut jobs in the city, but not the kind of fanatics that will jump on a religious band wagon.”
~~
Giving her a nod, he'd pull out a piece of paper and hand it to her. "If you find anything, contact me. I can put you into touch with Batman. Looks like we're going to need the heavy hitters on this. Thanks for the information. If you don't contact me, I'm sure we'll come a knocking." smiling "Thanks again, and I'm sorry to hear about your father. My greatest condolences." he knew that was like, his voice was sincere in his condolence, he lost his parents not to long ago.. putting him as CEO of Q-Core. Heavy stuff. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he'd jump down off the stage.
Seems him and the Bat need to meet up.
Well, this should be entertaining.