hexappeal: (trying to act casual.)
Zatanna Zatara ([personal profile] hexappeal) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-10-28 05:41 pm

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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.]
viced: (Only happy pauses)

[personal profile] viced 2012-10-28 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's good she isn't attempting to, with Mitch in the mood he's in right now. His face is worn and stressed, deep lines marred only by the large swaths of white bandages covering the deep scars and broken skin. He shifts awkwardly when she shows up, rubbing the back of his neck, and it's late, he's still got the usual mayoral duds on, because like fuck he'll take a day off, especially not now. He gives her a little wry smile, but points at his face a little awkwardly, trying to break or lighten the mood even just a little bit.

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.
viced: (Cosmic tug)

[personal profile] viced 2012-10-29 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Me? [ He forces out a weak laugh. It still stings, and burns like shit, but that's where the real skin meets the fake skin, the edges where the skin was ripped off, and he shakes his head, trying to play it off. ]

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.
]
viced: (Are you being serious right now?)

IT BETRAYED US!!

[personal profile] viced 2012-11-06 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He lifted a shoulder, his lips screwing slightly in response. ]

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.
viced: (Black out)

doomed forever to his broken face

[personal profile] viced 2012-11-07 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lets her tug him over, wincing a little, and making a small note of annoyance. ]

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!
viced: (Totally heterosexual life partners)

it's true he can

[personal profile] viced 2012-11-09 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be feeling, but it didn't feel like... anything. He wasn't about to relax, not until he knew it was fixed, but he wouldn't know if he didn't feel anything. He didn't even know how long it would fucking take. So he gingerly reached up and tugged at the bandages, pulling them off. ]

Anything?

[ He hoped he wasn't flashing cybernetic parts everywhere, but he didn't have any disillusions that he may be doing it. ]
Edited 2012-11-09 17:19 (UTC)
viced: (My shit doesn't smell)

NO NEVER

[personal profile] viced 2012-11-12 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Fine, fine! [ He quiets down, sitting there to let her do this whole magic thing. He didn't understand it, and likely never would, but he respects Zee enough to know she wouldn't really fuck with him all that much.

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.
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