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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
[Wait...you want my what now?]
The voice was female. And young. Eighteen, at most, though with a certain tone that implied she was very familiar with the neighborhood. If he were to turn around, he would see dark black hair, blues eyes...and both an oversized sweater and pants that lacked visible pockets of any kind. (Definitely familiar with the neighborhood.)
She wasn't looking at him right then, but scanning the area until she found what she was looking for. Three little street urchins with extremely guilty looks on their faces. Rather than yell or shout for help, however, she bent down and motioned with a finger for them to come over. They hesitated at first, but their leader--a boy no more than twelve--eventually stepped forward.
One hand raised, and with a flick of her wrist, a coin appeared. She looked rather pleased with herself, offering it to them...but the leader simply crossed his arms and sent her an unimpressed look right back. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her other hand, which had two more coins in it. One for each of them. Satisfied, the boys each accepted their gift before running back off into the crowd.
"Then again..." Almost like an afterthought, the young woman straightened her posture, dusting off her hands as she turned back to him. "Many of the locals in this area are pretty good at sniffing out New Arrivals. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost call it magic."
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He tipped a brow as she performed her trick for them. Weird, this place. Magic seemed to be as commonplace here as some of the techno devices he saw others with. A world where they ran side-by-side had seemed impossible to him. Was she a magician? Damned if John knew right off, but her sleight-of-hand was damn good. Might have the good makings of a pickpocket there.
"Those kids find those coins gone to be flowers instead tomorrow, I'll have to keep my lighter close. They seem good at remembering a face. Then again, they're unlikely to remember my mug instead of yours. You seem more their age."
Kids. Why did it have to be a kid? John had no particular liking for younger crowd, not after Newcastle.
"Good variation on the Four Coin Flourish. Least that's what it looked like you used. Hard to tell when I was trying more to keep my things on me."
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A thought she mostly kept to herself; over the years, it had become an experiential lesson that, whenever someone tried bringing up her age--particularly how young she was--they were trying to goad her. She wasn't about to let some new (old) guy have the satisfaction.
"Miser's Dream, actually. One of the first tricks my dad ever taught me, back when I was really little. Just a little less flourish in the lead-up." She raised and eyebrow at him, almost willing to forgive the age comment for that alone. "I'm impressed. Most people know the tricks, but not what they're called. Although...your mug and lighter can rest easy: those were real coins I gave them. Scout's honor."
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Reminded him of someone but John didn't think deeply on it. Pickpockets and street magicians were a dime a few dozen. People were fascinated by what they didn't think could be explained. Same as how people blamed the devil when something went wrong in their lives.
"Good on you then. Rather not have a crowd of tiny thugs laying in wait for me next time. Now who might you be? John Constantine's my name," he said lightly, looking down at the girl.
He didn't offer his hand, but who would after seeing that slick bit of sleight of hand? John's watch might not be the best, but he liked it on his wrist.
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"Zatanna Zatara." In lieu of a handshake, since one was never offered to her, she glanced back over her shoulder, jerking a thumb in the general direction of the Center of the city. "I run the Welcome Center here. So if you're as new as I suspect you are--considering I haven't seen you around before now--feel free to stop by with any questions. Or not. Completely up to you."
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"John Zatara's girl?"
There wasn't any doubt of it in John's mind and where this conversation could go next. Warn her that when she was older never to take home some member of a punk band? Don't fall for any pretty words he might tell her? No. None of that would be said now, not when he knew how things would go, had to go. At least for his version of her that was now his past.
"I ask because I met a stage magician named that once. You have his look."
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John Zatara's girl.
The first thought her mind allowed itself. John. Not Giovanni.
"I...haven't heard anyone call him that in a long time. Call me that." Not since...well, it was certainly rare enough that she had to think back. Quite possibly since she was very young. Even the Justice League generally referred to him as either Giovanni or Zatara. Never John. "You know my dad?"
That was the other thing, although it may or may not have been more noteworthy on his part. Know. Present tense. In her time, the famous magician was still alive. Something which, thanks to her years spent meeting people--most notably one Bruce Wayne--from alternate universes...she knew might not always be the case.
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"Sorry about that, luv," he said in a rare apology. John hadn't meant to startle her, didn't know what was going on in her world or if she was even from his. No need to meddle where he most assuredly did not want to. "Didn't know him, no. Always wanted to catch his act. See if he really could guess anyone's name right off or fork over two hundred."
One of those posters for his show laid in the Mill today. John just didn't mention that the show he had been talking about had happened in 1938. Best to change the subject now that he was over his initial surprise.
"Welcome Center? You run it yourself? Most be quite the thing for a girl your age."
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"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I just...wasn't expecting you to be from the same world as me. Or at least a parallel world. Considering how many... " She trailed off, however, realizing she was starting to ramble. After a second's pause, she shook her head. "Never mind."
No point in weighing all of that on the guy when they'd only just met. Especially if his familiarity with her father--or some version of her father--really was due to Zatara's celebrity status. After all, they'd only just met; what reason did he have to lie to her about that?
Taking full advantage of the change in subject, she shrugged. "Not my idea. Not originally. It was started a few years back by this business woman who thought it might help new arrivals to have a place to go to with questions. When she left, my boyfriend...well, ex-boyfriend now, I guess..." She made a face. Nose scrunched up, like she was either still not sure about the label, or simply unhappy with it. "...inherited it from her. And when he up and disappeared on me late last year, it reverted to me."