#themusemadness

“Uh....” 

Colour Rias confused as she stepped into the very familiar, yet different place to her. She had been watching over the testing of a new experimental weapon. A new element that had been found, that she had decided to try and tinker with and see if it could be usable for weaponry to give Atlas a little bit of an edge within the market. 

Seems that the element was still too unstable in the weapon and well she had ended up not by the testing area in the Atlas headquarters anymore. Though it seemed she was still in the headquarters. As far from she could tell, seemed a little more war-torn yet built up than where she had come from. 

“...What happened here...” 

She muttered aloud to herself as she scanned around using her cybernetic eye, though she was unable to make much use of the data it held, it seemed that her systems might need a reboot from the somewhat teleport effect of the weaponized element, maybe that could be used, she made a mental note to note that down when she got her systems back to running. 

However hearing a noise down the hallway, she’s reaching to her belt for her good old trusty stun baton, ready to stun if she needed to get away from someone unwanted here in the headquarters. 

Zatanna sat at her vanity backstage, removing her makeup. She’d just had one of her longer shows and was, admittedly, slightly disappointed that Bruce had failed to stop by to see her. Just as she has the thought, some light blue flowers fill a vase on her vanity. Magic. Not John’s. It was too elegant and absolutely far too romantic of a gesture to come from John Constantine. She turns her head to look over to see a young male and she gives him a small smile, wondering how long he had been there.

It had only taken a little over twenty minutes for the house to come to her. Most would spend days searching and come up empty, but the House of Mystery had always liked her for some reason. She walks gingerly up the front steps, fingers flowing over the stair rails. She’d always admired and appreciated everything about the magical house and it hadn’t changed no matter how many times she’d visited it. She doesn’t even have to knock, the door opens for her and Zatanna smiles to herself. She steps inside, the door shutting behind her.

He wandered down the sidewalk, trying to keep out of the way of the adults jostling around him. He’d gotten distracted chasing a lizard and had gotten separated from his sister. 

He desperately looked around for her, but couldn’t find her among the faces of the adults surrounding him. Tears pricked at his eyes, panic and fear rising the longer he was alone. 

“Nee-san!” he called out, a few tears falling down his cheeks. 

When there was no response, he stopped walking and looked around helplessly. That’s when he saw the woman with long white hair wearing a school uniform. 

His eyes widened slightly. He recognized that uniform! It was the same one Shouto wore. Maybe she knew him. Maybe she was a hero too and she would help him. 

@themusemadness​ greeted: Hello, I was wondering if you were still doing RP Graphic commissions?

Claiming it to be the best party of the year seems like a major overstatement but he bit his tongue, keeping the comment to himself. Jack would love that, basking in his own ego despite having so little hand in the party’s execution. Pleased that this seems like the height of luxury to those who can’t get into the higher tier of parties currently swinging around the station. 

“Glad to hear it! It’s about time someone said it.” Was it? God, he didn’t know. He just wanted to get back to his wallflower routine. Are you enjoying yourself? He blinked, considering the question before laughing softly and nodding. 

“Me? Yeah. Yeah, it’s goin’ great, Kiddo.” Plastic bit of the sword-shaped pick went back to his mouth to chew. “You gonna grab some food or are you gonna keep nursing that empty cup while you scramble to think of something else to say that isn’t going to immediately bite you in the ass?”