Magic School Bus (Open.)

[Zatanna Zatara]

Charity ran in the family. Giovanni Zatara himself had performed many shows for children's benefits with Thomas Wayne, and he was only more than happy to. Children had the strongest sense of magic about them after all... young enough to still believe but mature enough to watch and appreciate the details. Children made the best audience in her opinion. It didn't take much but they wanted to believe more than anything. The joy in their faces was its own form of magic, like Zatanna was Tinker Bell and she ran on pixie dust and smiles. Clap if you believe... the sound of applause filled her with renewed energy. She delighted in their expressions at every cloud of smoke and spark of explosive magic.

Hopefully there weren't any kids in the auditorium that were afraid or allergic to rabbits because Zee had a crowd pleasing trick up her sleeve. "I need somebody to inspect my hat. Do I have any volunteers?" She giggled at the number of eager hands that shot up.

[Adrienna "Ri" Eve]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] Is it safe inside my head? Songs to serenade the dead.... Miss Charity took her places sometimes. Sometimes the places were big and Adrienna couldn't see over really long people. And sometimes the places were bittier and Adrienna could see. And sometimes places were crowded with lots of people. Lots of people. Like now. And it was supposed to rain. Supposed to. It never rained when it was supposed to. Adrienna liked the sky for that. 'Cause it did what it wanted. Nobody could tell it to rain or snow. It did that all by itself. Adrienna bet it could even tie its own shoes. She was standing next to Miss Charity near the front of the crowd. She was supposed to be sitting down. Miss Charity told her to sit down. But she was like the sky today. She would do what she wanted. There was a daisy in her hands. It twirled and twirled. Adrienna had picked it two weeks ago. Every morning she brought it back to life. Miss Charity didn't know that. Miss Charity didn't know a lot about her. What she did know was the lady on the big flat piece of floor called the s-t-a-g-e was a mijshun. In other words, she did magic tricks. Adrienna knew magic too. Her magic was different. It kept flowers alive. "I need somebody to inspect my hat. Do I have any volunteers?" Adrienna wanted to raise her hand. She should. She would. No, she wouldn't. Her fingers kept twirling the flower. But her eyes didn't leave the mijshun. Pretty lady. Tall hat. Could Adrienna wear the hat? Maybe if she raised her hand. Raise. Raise. [images of flags raising] Raise that hand. Do it. Raise it. Adrienna's hand shot straight up, purple-painted fingernails pointing toward the silly sky. "Me!" The word nearly exploded out of her. Tag: Zatanna.

[Zatanna Zatara]

I put a spell on you, you hear me?
because you are mine - - - - - - - -

The Mistress of Magic

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"You!" she mimicked back. Zatanna's painted red lips puckered forming the word, always one to be highly expressive. It was part of her persona.

She didn't sense anything strange about the child, mostly because she wasn't looking for anything in the crowd of the children. Zee was usually on alert, but certain kinds of magic and powers in this new world read on a different spectrum she hadn't quite been able to grasp yet. Mutants they were called, but she had no idea that Adrienna was one of them.

"Come on down, I want you to try this on for size." she gave it another twirl, and waited for Adrienna to join her on stage. "Now what's your name, little flower?"

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Tag: Ri!| Words: 220 | Lyrics: Screamin' Jay Hawkins, I Put a Spell on You | Outfit: magician's outfit | Notes: *pets the Ri muse* 8|

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[Adrienna "Ri" Eve]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] Is it safe inside my head? Songs to serenade the dead.... Oh please, oh please, oh please! Miss Charity was pulling on Adrienna's shirt, telling her to sit back down. Miss Charity didn't want her on stage. She didn't want Adrienna to be a star! "You! The mijshun lady pointed straight at her. Something was in her hair now. Adrienna reached up to feel the flower. It was like the one in her hands. Wait. It wasn't in her hands anymore. Adrienna gasped when she realized she had dropped her daisy. She bent down to pick it up before running up to the stage. She tripped once, over her own feet, and almost fell but she didn't. She caught herself. It was time for magic! Magic time! Giggling like crazy, Adrienna made it up the steps to the stage, where the mijshun was twirling her hat. Could Adrienna maybe wear it? Maybe? "Now what's your name, little flower?" The lady asked. Oh no. She had to talk? No, no, no. She... she couldn't talk. The talking didn't happen. Words didn't like her. They clung to her teeth and wouldn't come out of her mouth. Her face flushed pink. She hadn't thought this through. Uh-oh. Why couldn't she talk? The sky could talk! It said things. Clouds would grumble at people. Flashes of light would zap things. It communicated. Why was Adrienna the only one who couldn't? "Her name is Adrienna," called Miss Charity from the floor after Adrienna didn't answer the mijshun. Miss Charity always looked out for her. Miss Charity knew her name. Adrienna looked up at the mijshun, her eyes glassy because she couldn't say the name herself, and nodded vigorously to inform Zatara that Miss Charity was correct. [style=width: 400px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; color: #404040; position: relative; top: -105px; right: -120px; margin-bottom: -110px;][/style]

[Zatanna Zatara]

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Zatanna was delighted to learn Adrienna's name. "Adrienna, I need your help for this next trick. Now I just need you to wear this for now for the magic to work... I sense a bit of magic in you, waiting to be unleashed. Powerful magic, I won't lie." and there was a sort of magic Zatanna could sense in the girl, unlike any other she had encountered in her own world. Ever since the worlds had merged similar signatures had been appearing all around her, but they were so mixed in the population, the mistress of magic could not quite place where directly it was coming from. Now that she was right in front of one such person, she could tell that it was something different. Something entirely new, not one note written in any of her books in Shadowcrest (she would have to check one particular book later to see if it had pieced any new information for her, but for now she remained merely intrigued). How exciting!

"Now first, you need a magic wand!" she added playfully, pulling a crystalline fairy's wand out of her hat. The pink and purple wand was made up of a large crystal butterfly at the end, that actually fluttered its wings at the girl, flying to tickle her nose at first and then flitter back into its place onto the wand, ready for its young mistress to command it.

Zatanna whispered a string of words, ylf otno reh daeh, and her top hat snugged itself onto Ri's head, adjusting itself accordingly. "Are you ready?" she gave Ri another bright smile, followed by a set of instructions. "I want you to think of something beautiful, anything you can imagine, and wave your wand."

♉

Tag: RI! <3 • Words: 280ish • Outfit: uniform • Notes: CUTIEFACE

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[Adrienna "Ri" Eve]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] Is it safe inside my head? Songs to serenade the dead.... Adrienna's eyes sparkled at the prospect of magic inside of her. Really? Magic in her? Did she have enough to be a mijshun someday too? She giggled and squealed when the butterfly tickled her nose, which earned an "awww" from the audience proceeded by laughter. She watched Zatanna work, flipping the hat around and putting it on her head and wondered where the lady stored her magic. Adrienna had always thought magic lived in the hats of magicians, but if Zatanna's hat was on Adrienna's head... her magic must live somewhere else! Maybe in her gloves? Maybe in her hair? Maybe the magic lived deep in her belly with her words and came out at the same time that her letters left her lips? Maybe... if Adrienna could just make her words come out, her magic would too! Maybe that's what the mijshun had meant! "I want you to think of something beautiful, anything you can imagine, and wave your wand." Adrienna bit her lip and looked down at the ground to think about it. Something beautiful? Like flowers or sparkles or the color pink? She looked at her wand. Butterflies! Butterflies were beautiful! And with that thought solidified in her mind, Adrienna waved the wand in loop d' loops all around her. Tag: Zatanna. Notes: ISN'T SHE?