Zatanna Zatara (
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WHO: Mitch & Zee
WHERE: Gracie Mansion
WHEN: Saturday
WARNINGS: Probably pottymouth.
SUMMARY: Let's play "Fix What's Left of Mitch's Face!"
FORMAT: You assume too much.
[It has taken every last bit of her willpower to not teleport to Venezuela to be there for Mitch. A million thoughts, a million reassurances. And for each and every one of them there were a handful of contradictions, a handful of things that only made her want to go more. There was only so much she could do from the City, especially without being able to see or hear what's going on. At least Mitch managed to keep her in the loop, but it was hard to say how much of that he was stretching so it would benefit him and how he wanted things to go.
It was a pretty miserable week.
But she'd gotten the go ahead. The second she fixes the asshole's face, Zee's going to hit him. She'll feel guilty about it, sure, but it'd be worth it.
She arrives without the fanfare, no smoke or sparkles or anything visually pleasing. Just a wisp of smoke slowly developing to her form in the blink of an eye. She's at his side even quicker, somehow stopping herself from hugging him so tightly he can't breathe.]
WHERE: Gracie Mansion
WHEN: Saturday
WARNINGS: Probably pottymouth.
SUMMARY: Let's play "Fix What's Left of Mitch's Face!"
FORMAT: You assume too much.
[It has taken every last bit of her willpower to not teleport to Venezuela to be there for Mitch. A million thoughts, a million reassurances. And for each and every one of them there were a handful of contradictions, a handful of things that only made her want to go more. There was only so much she could do from the City, especially without being able to see or hear what's going on. At least Mitch managed to keep her in the loop, but it was hard to say how much of that he was stretching so it would benefit him and how he wanted things to go.
It was a pretty miserable week.
But she'd gotten the go ahead. The second she fixes the asshole's face, Zee's going to hit him. She'll feel guilty about it, sure, but it'd be worth it.
She arrives without the fanfare, no smoke or sparkles or anything visually pleasing. Just a wisp of smoke slowly developing to her form in the blink of an eye. She's at his side even quicker, somehow stopping herself from hugging him so tightly he can't breathe.]
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It's been a rough fucking week for him. Rougher than most, without his powers, he'd been trapped and neutered, as much as he said they were for the worst, and a s much as he disliked them, he relied on his powers all too much to go without them. ]
Hey, thank for coming. I had a little bit of a mishap, as you can see.
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She knows that she can fix this, but a little ugly thought looms in the back of her mind: what if this is the one time that I can't?
Even with as painful and horrific as all of this can be, it's odd seeing Mitch like this. Whatever happened over in Venezuela must have been worse than she could have imagined.
She presses forward, crossing the distance between them with one of the most forced smiles the world has ever seen and although she's a great actor, it is still a feat for her. There's a lot of hesitation when she lifts her arm from her side languidly, slowly coming to pat the side of his shoulder instead of hug him.]
You should have let me come before now, Mitch. [Her voice wavers and cracks and she swallows hard.] You're not hurting, are you?
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I'll be fine, Zee. I just need this fixed. It's not bad, I've done it before.
[ He doesn't mention that the last time he did it, his brain was being hacked and it was either that or murder the fucking Pope. He awkwardly shifted, his eyes doing a little dance across the floor, trying to consider if he'd need to, well--
He paused, trying to figure out how to ask it. ]
Can you fix it? [ He gestured. He didn't want to take the bandages off, nobody needed to see what lied beneath the fake skin, and he knew he'd have enough pictures circulating. Max Lord had seen it, the girl, Ruka, he didn't know if Electro had caught sight, and who knew if there had been cameras around.
It was ugly, corrupted, the stain of his powers, the constant reminder of what he had waiting back home. He was trying to play it off, but he had looked at the interlocking mesh enough in the past few days to last a lifetime. He didn't need to see it again. ]
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I should be able to, yes. There hasn't been much that I can't do here, though some of it has taken longer than it should have. I can't say that it'll be quick. It took several hours to regrow an arm for John. [So she's expecting it'll be similar.] Might want to make yourself comfortable, prepare to take a nap.
IT BETRAYED US!!
Hey, it's only a little bit of skin. I can wait. I promise, it's not that bad. It shouldn't take too long. [ He let his face split into a wide grin, although the corners of his eyes crinkled a bit more in pain. Christ, that wasn't a good idea. ]
It's not a fucking arm, Zee.
glad i checked my junk folder. poor mitch :(
Like I said, I don't know. So just be prepared. Go sit down. [She gives him a push that's a little rougher than necessary. Probably just out of frustration, who knows!]
doomed forever to his broken face
Hey, hey! Alright! [ He sits on his couch, giving her his smile still. Asking him to take off the mask was a pretty tall request. ]
There, I'm sitting, I'm sitting!
he can totally pull off the darkman/hush/invisible man look
She moves beside him and sits down, getting comfortable with one leg beneath her and the other draped over the edge of the sofa.] Just lean back and relax. Close your eyes. Meditate. It'll be fixed in no time. [Or, so she hopes. Zatanna raises her hands and slides her finger tips against his temple.] S'tel teg siht wohs no eht daor.
it's true he can
Anything?
[ He hoped he wasn't flashing cybernetic parts everywhere, but he didn't have any disillusions that he may be doing it. ]
but maybe give him a tiny hole for his eyes, gosh!!
Shh. Close your eyes and. Shut up, Mitch.
[She isn't looking though she wants to -- just a little -- when she feels the pull. She's seen worse (she's slept with worse). It should be a cakewalk. But. Out of respect, she keeps her eyes half-lidded and focused solely on weaving her spell.]
NO NEVER
Hopefully. But he let his eyes slide shut in the dim light, and let her work, eventually his mind started to drift into his mantra, hands folded on his lap. If she was going to take a while, and he couldn't sit and do work, there were few other things he could do. Zee was lucky he actually did know how to meditate, or he would be incorrigible right about now. ]