<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/89/93/a389936d4a2684385b18ced02236e7a6.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Zantanna<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The House of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blouse, Slacks, heels and jacket.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>John, Lucifier and Koriand’r<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>"Careful, not all mortals can handle hearing that tongue. That is a powerful language, second to the Angelic tongue in many ways. Naming the wrong things in it can draw their attention and as I said it can seriously harm the weak minded." Zantanna was surprised that the woman could speak it so clearly and not known the consequences of speaking it like she was ordering from a take out menu.<br/><br/>She had watched Koriand’r’s approach and knew that however alien she might be that men, and some women, would be attracted to her. Beautiful and so self assured, Zantanna knew she liked what she saw. Her presence would make for an amazing stage magician, too bad she was too tall for Zantanna to use as an assistant on stage given how Koriand’r towered over her. If she could learn the game, stage magic and how to read an audience, Zantanna would be out of a career. Not that she’d throw Koriand’r out of bed for eating crackers, years of stage work and the occasional sexual magic rite, usually with John, had made her appreciate a lot more than she had when she was last in Gotham chasing the obsessed billionaire.<br/><br/>”Sorry about the spell, we were just looking for some way to protect reality, and apparently Future John Constantine is as cryptic as present John..... She turned as the song changed and paled. Sympathy for the Devil, Stairway to Heaven. The stranger was putting it all out there to anyone with a sense of music, and of course John was still trapped in the 80’s London Punk scene when he’d played lead for his silly band Mucus Membrane or whatever. John Constantine, the Constant Man, the mage who walked the serendipity path, might have just bitten off more than he could chew. She pulled a card from her costume pocket as set it beside a pen<br/><br/>”!moor siht ni lla fo seman nevig eht etirw neP” The pen jumped up and wrote out a list of given names.<br/><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Zantanna Zatarra, Magi, Mistress of the Mystic Arts</li><li>Princess Koriand’r of Tamaran </li><li>John Constantine, The Constant Man, Mage of Serendipity</li><li>L..</li></ul><br/>The list cut off as the pen, an 300 dollar montblanc left by her father imploded with a soft bang.<br/><br/>”oh..fuck me.” Suddenly she needed something a lot stronger than her glass of wine. Preferably on the other side of reality.