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MYLING:

Lost... alone... unwanted... unnamed... abandoned... forgotten. Such is the petrifying fate of the Myling children; children born to poverty-stricken women. Children who are abandoned or killed, their remains hidden, forgotten by time. Their souls are fated to forever roam this Earth, searching for their bodies, their names, the love they never had the chance to experience. Mylingar cries can be heard, mournfully echoing from deep within the misty woods, luring travellers into to investigate. The deeper they venture into the unforgiving branches, the further from civilization they strayed, the faster they approached their deaths. The myling would attach themselves to the traveler's back, demanding that they are carried to the graveyard so they can rest in hallowed ground. With every step the ill-fated traveler takes, the heavier the myling becomes until the traveler collapses into the soil from exhaustion. If they cannot regain their footing and make it to the graveyard... the myling will kill them in a fit of rage. You are perceptive and often childish, these are the traits that connects the Myling to you. Your body may mature but your mind remains youthful. Growing up never held any appeal towards you, especially since the adult life seems too complicated. If it were up to you, you could remain a child forever. Free from commitment, constraint and responsibilities, living life to have fun. Just be careful what you wish for.

Wishes have a peculiar way of coming true...

“Ha! Fine. Underestimate me, magic boy.You’ll be sure to regret it later.“ Thad grins, intentionally not using Zach’s name. Not getting his rightful attention seemed like a sore spot for him. Or maybe it was just an entertainer‘s pride. Either way Thad had decided annoying him was the best course of action,

“So Zatanna’s not around I assume? Too bad. I was hoping to get in touch with her.”

    “You’ve got the wrong speedster.” Thad grits out annoyed. He should have expected this by now, but it still pissed him off whether or not it was intentional.

    “Who are you anyway? I could have sworn the local magician was Zatanna.”

     “Y’know wot? Maybe y’got a point. I’m 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒍𝒅 t’waste me time wi’ y’attitude when I don’t actually 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 the help.”

     “And I don’t usually ask after foppish wee twats that apparently think they’re above civil goddamned courtesy, but here we are.”

Jon stares for a moment, trying to understand what Zach was implying. “Y-you… wouldn’t actually…. hurt him, would you??” He hopes Zach is joking, but he doesn’t trust magic users as far as he can throw them (which in his case is actually quite far). His mood visibly shifts immediately though, more nervous than amused. “I know he can be a bit of pain, but that’s Kon! He’s a good guy! He’s just as cool as Supergirl, I thought you liked him?!”

only if u can beat me in hand to hand combat with no powers

Jon knows he’s trying the poor guy’s patience. But he’s barely able to contain his laughter. “Unfortunately, our Supergirl products are handled by a different company. You would have to contact the manager of that supplier and speak to them about getting a Supergirl.”