Zarina Zatara

           ❝ Listen , if you DON’T like the cards I use , you DON’T have to take the fuckin’ reading - but I’ll be honest , I’m not in the business of giving refunds after dealing with your RUDE ASS so either take the reading or just fuck off , my guy !! Nobody here says you have to stay !! ❞ Heated tone is evident , and the disgruntled customer in question strolls away from Salem’s table with a soured expression. But magician’s previous countenance of anger MELTS away as he starts chuckling , taking his payment and looking up at a newly approaching face with a grin curling his lips. ❝ Dude was fuckin’ dumb to just walk away like that , you know ?? Look at the card I just pulled. ❞ He reveals the card from the deck - it’s not an average tarot card , due to the fact the portrait and the name to match are that of a CELEBI. Pokemon cards. He’s reading pokemon cards. ❝ Y’know , it’s said that anyone who encounters Celebi is blessed with a bright and shining future. Sucks for him but GREAT for you. ❞   

❝ that’s why i asked, ❞ she said, returning her smile. the same hollow smile that andy couldn’t help. it contained multitudes, and now of them were very appetizing. there was a reason she was a broken being. she understood. andy tore her thoughts away, focusing on the stretch of her muscles. she wraps around into a scorpion, lets the physical tug replace the emotional. she shrugs her shoulders, moving to the other foot. ❝ i’ve just had a lot on my mind since the whole mist thing. lots to think about, and all. ❞ 

he turns at the sound of her voice, moving to go out into the living room. his stark white hair is still wet from the shoulder, curly and messy. he’s tired. roman spent more time last night caring about people then he has in years. it was awful. he doesn’t understand why anyone would want to do that. he purses his lips. ❝ how do you feel about take-out ? my treat. ❞ he needs chinese food, like, five minutes ago.

roman looks exhausted and he knows it. the hoodie he’s wearing is stained with something. probably blood. he really had picked up the first thing he saw. he just spent the last twenty-four hours as the laughing stock of the whole world. he doesn’t know what it was, but he knows it made him feel and he didn’t like it. his world is perfectly crafted and it doesn’t have room for a sudden growth of morals. he was a drug dealer, for chrissake.  ❝ i could go for some coffee, though. i feel like i got run over. ❞

Zarina’s not blind. She sees how tired her housemate looks. She’s seen all different versions of Roman while living with him, most of which she’s pretty okay with - but this, the tired lines on his face, the way he seems pretty worn.. well, it worries her a little. “Excuse me, are you turning down my incredible waffles for takeout? I’m offended. Utterly offended.” Zarina responds dramatically, but a slight grin on her face should tell him she’s kidding.

Morgan’s bright smile remained on her lips but it hadn’t quite made it’s way to her eyes. “Do we? In my experience, fate isn’t nearly as concrete as that. Things can change in a second. Everything is simply a matter of knowing how to read the signs.” It was the type of philosophical bullshit that she had been prone to since she was a kid, since she first heard the whisperings of fate. “I didn’t say I didn’t expect you to be here, Zarina.”  She shook her head. “We haven’t crossed paths in a while now.” A symptom of the break up, fueled by little more than Morgan’s own dedication to fate and the signs it sent her. “I figured you might make yourself sparse where I’m involved.”

“hey buddy,” daniel whispered, a small smile spreading across his face as he reached down to scratch one of the many stray dogs behind the ear, a frown quickly appearing across his face as he took in the sheer number of animals in front of them. he knew to expect an increase in the number of stays after a natural disaster, but seeing the misplaced cats and dogs just broke his heart. fortunately- he’d been assigned to help find their rightful homes, and he wouldn’t stop until he did. “i was thinking we could start by checking all the collars- i’m sure some of them will have addresses,” he explained, as he turned his head to look at his parter. “but i’m open to suggestions, i just want to find everyone’s home.” @scigaminim​

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andromeda leaned forward in her split, chin resting casually on the floor as she kept one eye on zarina, hands massaging into her thigh muscles. she’d arrived later than usual and hadn’t properly stretched and she was paying for it. she leaned back out of it, going into a bridge before standing and resting as she touched her toes. ❝ do you want to go get milkshakes after this ? i feel practically dead. ❞

“ i hope so , “ aeron wasn’t so sure if the other was simply being kind during a time of chaos of she really didn’t mind how fussy frankie had been all night. they had always been very careful and protective of frankie but aeron was exhausted. “ do i ? it’s… been a long night. “ so they gave in and carefully handed frankie to the other , while hushing words to their daughter. 

“ it’s WAY past her bedtime and - i’m so sorry - she’s really cranky when she doesn’t get to sleep in her own bed , “ aeron had tried to get frankie to sleep on a bunch of pillows and blankets they had put together on the floor but nothing seemed to work. 

@scigaminim

    so this was what hopelessness felt like,  staring at the face of her pupil with nothing but wild bewilderment at the words flowing from lips.   illyana tried to not let her fustration show,  instead, offering comfort through a light hand on the shoulder. ‘ ничего страшного’   her phone,   already dying, taken out of her pocket,  ‘ здесь, напечатайте это.’

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Morgan closed her eyes. The colors and the symbols, warnings from fate she had convinced herself when they started dancing in front of her eyes, had given her more information to work with than she got most days. She sat on the ground, knees pulled up and her head against the wall. She opened her eyes and saw Zarina, surrounded by a bright light and something glittering. A smile, lazy and involuntary, crossed her lips. “Zarina!” She said. “Lovely things are to come. I can feel it. Can you feel it?”  

       ‘ Зарина, ты когда-нибудь изучал это заклинание перевода? ‘   illyana’s sentence immediately ended with a sigh,   trying to think of another way to communicate what she assumed would be the obvious ( seeing as being stuck to one language also meant she couldn’t use the language of spells,      mostly. )    ‘ что я вообще говорю … ‘ // @scigaminim

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“.maercs ot gniog ma I ,em dnatsrednu t'nac uoy fI” Selene said, annoyance clear in her words. The strange looks she had gotten from everyone except her daughter, who even if she was old enough to question it, she had been exposed to backwards speak and magic since she was born, had been annoying since the start and had only gotten worse as hours passed. 

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Morgan was a few glasses of champagne in, admittedly not the best for those who came to her for a palm reading. Alcohol lessened the barrier to fate, at least that’s what she had convinced herself, but she made much less sense. “Would you like a palm reading?” She asked, a large smile on her face. At the sight of Zarina, she faltered for a moment, her smile falling. Her smile returned, dimmed slightly, and she said, “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

“yes, yes I am real folks, please continue to marvel,” gar chuckled as he hopped up a moment, absolutely showing off as a full ( green ) unicorn. you can even see the delighted smirk on the horse’s face, the proud gaze as he shakes his mane. what better for Woodland Wonderland?

teddy sat by the wall, flask in hand as he all but glared at everyone. he had worn a suit, and it looked decent given that it was him wearing it, but devyn had insisted he make an effort so here they were. with a small huff, he took another sip and sat back. “who invented dances?’cause im gonna learn how to time travel and kick them.”