<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/>"John Constantine, you goddamn idiot. " Zatanna said angrily as the spell clearly pulled something more than his intended target of a demon. The first clue was the damn piano and the fact that the circle was only supposed bring a single entity NOT two. She didn't think that the woman of the pair was anything supernatural, there wasn't that hum of magical power that there was in the man. She was otherworldly, but she knew enough non-humans to realize that didn't mean deamons or other supernatural entities. The Manhunter was one such being.<br/><br/>There was an elemental like nature to the woman, something like she'd seen in Superman and others. That element of power that marked them as entities of power. She looked in those green eyes and considered her as she listened to the music the man was playing. It was quite good, and she was sure the actual song choice had some understated meaning. She took in the tailored outfit, designer for sure along with the shoes. Very expensive and exclusive designer clothing, she learned a lot going in and out of Vegas. She nodded to the woman, she was most assuredly a beauty, before focusing on the other entity.<br/><br/>The man had a wicked charm about him that she was sure that meant he got very lucky with women, a more refined charm that John radiated at time when he wanted something. And when she sensed his power it was like looking at the sun. Definitely NOT what they should have been calling with this spell. His words really scared her as it registered that he was something that had been called, but not the way that they had. As a woman who grew up at the feet of a family tradition of wizards dating back centuries, she had a very short list of beings that would react that way. Not a one of them would be the sort of being you'd want to casually call up, every last one of them was something you spent years preparing for.<br/><br/>"So, if I may, who are you? I don't think my friend's spell is as well thought out as he intended."  She looked at John with a fulminating look that summed up how much trouble they were in. Odds were not a single of her spells will work to banish someone this powerful.