Post by Zatanna Zatara on Sept 4, 2010 19:04:00 GMT
Zatanna had decided after almost a month of living out of the hotel that she needed to establish a proper home in Gotham again. The city was dangerous and decaying but it was still home to the wide-eyed magician and she was tired of moving from place to place constantly. It hadn't taken long to find a property on sale, as Gotham's financial state seemed to be only getting worse, meaning the more luxury commodities in town were left abandoned. The loft had come at a decent price and Zatanna had gone about decorating it until it was full of all the little trinkets that made up home to her.
Lounging on the sofa, her eyes scanned everything in its new place. Her books took up much of the space but very few were modern novels. Most were bound in scuffed leather and had been acquired from the very back shelves of second hand shops all across the world, holding secrets to magical traditions unique to the areas in which the text had been found. They were treasures in themselves for their value, but it was the treasure withing that interested Zatanna more than anything.
All her life, she'd been learning magic tricks - illusions designed to fool the mind into believing that something extraordinary had happened when really all someone had done was hide a trap door or misdirect you completely. Despite learning all these deceits, Zatanna still believed in real magic - the unexplainable wonders that still flooded places like Gotham if only people opened their eyes enough to see it. While she made her living with tricks passed off as magic, the secrets of true were what occupied Zatanna's mind off of the stage and she'd vowed one day to perfectly understand the world's magical undercurrent.
Sighing as she took in her collection of keepshakes, Zatanna decided it was time to turn in and headed for her bedroom. After changing, she wrapped herself in the sheets before realising she had yet to remove the talisman from around her neck. Undoing the clasps, she held the little bronzed triangle up in the moonlight. It had been bought for her by a stage manager from one of her shows who had simply thought it was a cute piece of jewelery. Zatanna had smiled politely while inside she wondered how anyone associated with the magic industry could not know the true origins of the word 'abracadabra'. The amulet had once been kept for cure of disease before becoming a general ward against any kind of disease or misfortune.
Zatanna smiled to herself as she set the talisman down on the cabinet next to the bed, staring out of the window at the night sky. The amulet may not have sent a great spirit to rescue her a few days ago, but it had sent the Batman, and that was perhaps the next best thing.
Lounging on the sofa, her eyes scanned everything in its new place. Her books took up much of the space but very few were modern novels. Most were bound in scuffed leather and had been acquired from the very back shelves of second hand shops all across the world, holding secrets to magical traditions unique to the areas in which the text had been found. They were treasures in themselves for their value, but it was the treasure withing that interested Zatanna more than anything.
All her life, she'd been learning magic tricks - illusions designed to fool the mind into believing that something extraordinary had happened when really all someone had done was hide a trap door or misdirect you completely. Despite learning all these deceits, Zatanna still believed in real magic - the unexplainable wonders that still flooded places like Gotham if only people opened their eyes enough to see it. While she made her living with tricks passed off as magic, the secrets of true were what occupied Zatanna's mind off of the stage and she'd vowed one day to perfectly understand the world's magical undercurrent.
Sighing as she took in her collection of keepshakes, Zatanna decided it was time to turn in and headed for her bedroom. After changing, she wrapped herself in the sheets before realising she had yet to remove the talisman from around her neck. Undoing the clasps, she held the little bronzed triangle up in the moonlight. It had been bought for her by a stage manager from one of her shows who had simply thought it was a cute piece of jewelery. Zatanna had smiled politely while inside she wondered how anyone associated with the magic industry could not know the true origins of the word 'abracadabra'. The amulet had once been kept for cure of disease before becoming a general ward against any kind of disease or misfortune.
Zatanna smiled to herself as she set the talisman down on the cabinet next to the bed, staring out of the window at the night sky. The amulet may not have sent a great spirit to rescue her a few days ago, but it had sent the Batman, and that was perhaps the next best thing.
