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magic with me

WHO: a magician (

hexappeal) and a former magician (

onetouch)
WHERE: The Pie Hole rooftop
WHEN: November 16th, sundown
WARNINGS: Ned mostly naked, but not for the reasons you'd think.
SUMMARY: Ned has some bees to undead, and some trauma to face. Zee is just a very willing participant in both.
FORMAT: pretentious brackets tbh

[Ned was a far cry from his childhood self, one who once regarded his dad as the most magical man in the universe; one he had modeled himself after right up until his mother's untimely death and then, death again, forever. Ned blinked, opening the heavy door to the rooftop for Zatanna. What they were about to do was strange, and dangerous, and awkward, though it held a degree of familiarity being that he had done it once before. Admittedly, with his own girlfriend and not--another man's. Another man who just happened to be a terrifying and until previously fictional international super spy.

Swallowing deeply, he gestured to the poor, dead hives. He had killed them in record time. Not exactly on purpose, but he could admit to himself there was a heavy amount of neglect. It probably made him a bad person, but there was a coincidental waterbug infestation that just such a thing might take care of--again. Perhaps his honey would even be ready in time for Thanksgiving. Or at the very least, Christmas.]

Maybe we should just get this over with. [He started stripping off his clothes, cursing himself when he was shirtless. It was really cold on this rooftop at night in the middle of November. Genius, Ned, just. Genius.] I'm sorry I had to ask this of you but Jack is in the hospital and--probably wouldn't do this anyway.

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You make it sound like what we're doing is incredibly scandalous, Ned. This isn't a midnight tryst!

[This is just. Really weird and frankly she's not really sure how responsive she can be. At the very least she can keep him toasty and protect him from stings -- and swarming. Or, at least to the best of her ability. If not, she can heal him. It's a-ok.

She shuffles a little closer, but keeps her distance.] I'm ready whenever you are.

I know that! [He exclaimed, even as he stripped off his pants and started shucking his socks. The weather was definitely starting to get to him.]

I can't believe I'm putting myself through this, again.

[She is, frankly, a little shocked that he isn't flipping out about getting down to his manties in front of her, but whatever. If she draws attention to his lack of embarrassment, it'll probably end with this just... you know what? Pretty much naked guy covered in dead bees. She doesn't need to think on it much more than that.]

I can't, either. But. [A slow, purposeful shrug accompanied by slightly raised and judgmental eyebrows and thin lips.]

[He gestured vaguely to the bee suit and lifted his own eyebrows, though he knew she probably wouldn't take it. He didn't want to think too hard about ~magic~ right now or he might actually vomit.]

This is obvious, but make sure to stand clear of--the bees, when it happens. [It. He grimaces.]

[No, no. She'll just mutter a spell to protect herself because that suit'll cramp her style and ruin her hair. She aims to make him mildly uncomfortable (or more so than usual), however, and makes sure to give him a good, awkward look up and down. This is what you get for not wearing pants or a shirt around her. You invited it, Ned. You invited it.]

Ned, I love you. But I'm not chancing that I'm going to be running to the opposite side the second they're on you. [She moves further away from him to what she believes is a safe distance before she holds out a hand and gives it a swipe through the air. The bees float toward him and stop and hover.] This is it. Close your eyes.

[And then they're on him and Zee covers her face with her hands.

She keeps peeking through her fingers, however.]

[He squeezes his eyes shut at her behest, but finds himself peeking as well. The little sparks of light off his chest and... other places when the bees hit remind him of fireworks in a strange way.] I hope a thousand butterflies don't die. [he muttered, eyes closing again.]

[Zee tries to make out his words, but. Lmao, too scared right now. As if she is going to get closer or completely remove her hands.

She's a little curious how his power works and how it looks, but again, not enough to move closer to inspect it more thoroughly. Still...] Hey, are you okay? Scream if you need help?

[He nodded, very carefully, eyes opening slowly to watch in detached wonder as each bee flew away from him upon contact.]

It's working.

[Zatanna slowly lets her hands slide down when she realizes he looks okay. Her curiosity is getting the better of her. Abilities like this all had a certain feel, a certain look to it. And she doesn't want to miss it.]

Should you be talking right now?

We're almost done. [he says, though whether that's a justification or not he isn't sure.] This is easier the second time.

Seriously, close your mouth! [LMAO THE PARANOIA SETS IN...]

Sorry! [he snaps, closing his mouth just in time for the last few bees to buzz away. He watches them with a light smile before a thousand waterbugs fall, dead, out of the drain pipe. His attention moves too them but he holds back a comment in case Zatanna has more instructions for him.]

[She has to wonder if he has any idea what he's doing. It seems like he's waiting for her to tell him what to do? And it's not like she even has the vaguest idea. All she knows is that Ned... undeads things. At least she can protect him, if it becomes necessary. Probably.]

[He coughs, once, his lungs starting to grow tight in his chest. Slowly, he collects his clothes and gets them back on on his way back to the door. Ned holds it open for her,] Stick around for some cocoa?

[She usually doesn't find herself befuddled, but befuddled she is. She stares at him for a god, long moment before silently entering with a slight incline of the head as an offering of thanks. She walks half a flight of stairs before she answers.]

Sure, why not?

Oh, good. Cocoa just isn't cocoa unless it's among friends. [He follows after her with a light grin on his face. He now had bees for the honey harvest. Bees that could never die. Bees that would make honey for Chuck's cup-pies even without her being here. It was almost as good. And he hadn't even been scared... really.]

Well, it is. Just not as good. [It's perfect, actually. She has been putting that wall back up around herself lately and a small, sweet moment like this was enough to start chipping it back down again. It's nice.]

Do you take yours with or without mini marshmallows? [He rushed down the last few steps, passing her on his way to the kitchen.]

Edited 2012-11-30 16:48 (UTC)

With, naturally. [She trails behind him, her pace still languid and comfortable.]

Naturally. [he got to work, dumping extra in hers before bringing them over to the greatest table.]

Thanks for helping us out. Me and the bees, I mean.

Edited (that comment where you think you know keywords) 2012-11-30 23:42 (UTC)

[Oh, Ned. If you weren't so awkward you might just be the perfect man... lay it on her, boo.]

You're very much welcome. And uh, so are they? I guess?

[Also that was supposed to say the nearest table... but now it's the greatest because they're sitting at it!!!!]

I'm sure they appreciate it even more than I do.

[Wow. Swype. SAME DIFFERENCE, RIGHT??]

To be alive is great, I can confirm that.

And I have it on good authority that being alive again , well, that's even greater.

Edited (Swype + cardio strikes again) 2012-12-03 11:59 (UTC)

You know, I can't say I'm too familiar with it on a personal level, but I'm sure that it is.

Chuck says her dreams are a million times more vivid now. [Oh wow does Zatanna even know he has a zombie girlfriend. Well she does now.] And that everything tastes better.

Hm? [It takes her a moment to get it. But it doesn't bother her. She has dated weirder...] I see. That's... something, really.

....Oh. It's a long story. [He waved a hand as if it was something you could actually dismiss with a gesture.] She was smothered to death with a plastic sac, on a pleasure cruise. Which... incidentally, was the first time she'd ever left Coeurs d'Coeurs.

I touched her, obviously.

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magic with me

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LMAO GOD I DIDN'T NOTICE THAT LEFTOVER FROM THE ORIGINAL TAG WHOOPS

IT'S OKAY LAZY

YOU BET

BABY BABY

SOMETHING BY BRITNEY SPEARS OR BACKSTREET BOYS??

what about xtina

i guess i'm ok with this

you better be!!!!

BUT WHAT IF I'M NOT CA??? WHAT IF I'M NOT???

then I guess we'll have to pick something else :|a

seems sensible enough...

i want you to be part of this decision too ;;

yes of course!!

Justin Bieber?

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o-oh KE$HA???

..........................................ca

what? now we're just back to xtina

LMAO JESUJGLKDGH no never

THEN I VETO EVERYTHING FOR CEELO

NO IT'S ALWAYS TALKING HEADS CA

oh right what was i thinking PSYCH ITS ALWAYS J CASH