<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/4p2FwwY/starfire12.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday 1st May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House Of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Long, deep purple, wrap jumpsuit with very high frontal thigh slits and very low V neck (as pictured – extra reference (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2018/11/21/5bf55eaa12cd4a268770d8f0/m_5bf55eab035cf1946d4b8cbf.jpg)) paired with purple glitter stiletto heels (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/c2/95/8ec29537732242b186d245a5e299314a.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zatanna / Constantine / Lucifer / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It seemed to Koriand’r that the dark-haired woman was equally losing her patience with the whole ordeal, and though she couldn’t understand what sounded to her like a whole new language – one that was entirely different to the three she had learned so far, and therefore one she might be interested in adding to her growing repertoire; she could tell by the way that she carried herself that she didn’t much care for the conversation as it was. An ally, perhaps, if only she’d completed eradicated the force-field before she departed. The golden alien looked to the flickering and fading barrier, but to her disappointment, the departing woman hadn’t turned it off entirely.<em>Zatanna Zatara</em>… her green eyes narrowed at the woman’s back as she stoically watched her retreat with the clacking of heels. Perhaps not quite an ally after all? However, if logic was to be followed, then the rising voice of the haughty male told her that maybe he was to blame for the lingering shield.<br/><br/><em>Manners?</em>The look on Koriand’r’s face could easily be excused for confusion, but actually it was an incredulous look of slightly pompous reasoning. Clearly this individual was not very experienced with more universal beings, who unlike her, would happily shoot first and ask questions later. It once again screamed to her of how primitive these Earthlings were, and how they still had much to learn in order to be on par with the rest of the Galaxy. X’hal help them if ever they encountered a force as strong as the Citadel Empire.<em>A magical boot up the arse?</em>Her frowning brows deepened a notch, taking the expression far too literally. Was it supposed to be a threat? Eyes narrowed whilst her lips puckered thoughtfully. How big was this ‘boot’, exactly? Either way, that did not sound very comfortable.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she wouldn’t need to find out. As soon as the man removed the final countermeasure that seemed to be keeping the barrier intact, Koriand’r allowed herself to relax. Acknowledging Lucifer’s voice then, she glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes still blazing with her emotional energy. His sentiments however, along with the calm explanation, succeeded in soothing the last inch of frustration she felt, so that the energy in her palm dimmed completely, along with her flame-tipped hair. To hear him admit that he’d rather have her at his side then leave her to the company of strangers, softened her expression with a more appreciative smile. Before she could respond beyond that though,  a sudden<em>*click*</em>– which she was used to hearing whenever<em>Lucifer</em>snapped his fingers – abruptly contorted and changed her immediate surroundings, and a wide-eyed Koriand’r realised she had once again been transported to another location. A table, food – which she was immediately hesitant to eat, goblets which miraculously filled all by themselves, and a hearth of<em>blue</em>flames. How extraordinary! Once she’d taken stock of her new location, she looked back and forth between each of the three individuals, and that’s when her brain grasped for a more logical explanation.<em>Ah!</em>These ‘Sorcerers’, as Lucifer had called them, had very similar powers to him, so did that mean Lucifer was a ‘Sorcerer’ too? The explanation seemed to fit, for now, but one thing at least, was certain; that together, these ‘Sorcerers’ were making her feel ten times more the alien that she already was. For now though, she reasoned that it was probably best to acquiesce to their strange ways and inexplicably otherworldly powers. She had come to Planet Earth to learn, after all, which meant being open to surprises and new experiences. Her current situation fulfilled all the criteria, and she’d be a fool not to take advantage of this opportunity.<br/><br/>Leaving the two males to their game of ‘question and answer’, the golden alien took a moment to inspect the table. Picking up one of the goblets, she held it up first, inspecting the bottom, before taking a quietly discreet sniff of the liquid contents within. It smelled fruity and tangy, like the red wine served at Lux, so she took a hesitant sip and immediately approved of the sweet taste. Next, she approached the fireplace – the men still exchanging words – and rested her goblet on top of the ledge as she inspected the blue flames. Did they burn as hot as<em>real</em>fire? Perhaps not a good idea to check… Instead, she caught sight of the dark-haired woman and, with renewed curiosity, approached her with a naturally alluring, unforced sway to her full hips.<br/><br/><strong>“You spoke a very strange tongue, Zatanna Zatara.”</strong>The incredibly tall alien announced as she approached, until she stopped at barely an arm’s distance away from the woman, whose name she’d already committed to memory.<strong>“Was it the language of Sorcerers?”</strong>She continued to enquire, whilst staring uncompromisingly into the woman’s green eyes.<em>Hmm...</em>The alien thoughtfully canted her head slightly. She had not seen the woman’s eyes change colour like Lucifer’s did, whenever he performed his ‘magic’. Time to test her theories then.<br/><br/><strong>“<acronym title="do you understand this?">Gae esaeu uthabbiedoth yiz?”</acronym></strong>The tongue of Demons, the supposedly forbidden language she had learned from Lucifer, who’d also warned her<em>not</em>to speak in the company of Humans, purposefully escaped her as she stared intently at the woman. Koriand'r of course, had no idea what connotations the demonic language might have. She only wished to see if the woman hailed from the same 'ilk' as Lucifer.<br/>