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@zee_zatara

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[ from here. ]

How magnanimous of you, luv. I think I'll make it, but I'll keep that in mind, yeah?

[zee_zatara]

You better.

I'll send a few luck charms your way. [And by that she means they're literally in his coat pocket right now. Even if they weren't the little pewter top hats from Monopoly sets, it'd still be obvious they were from her- all that nice, positive so-very-Zee magic humming from them] Should help you keep off anyone's radar for a couple weeks. Step on one if you think someone's actively looking for you, they'll get thrown off.

Also maybe hit by a luxury tax.

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[ he pulls the top hats out of his pocket and has to laugh. oh zatanna never change. he clutches them in one hand while texting with the other now. ]

Are you always this sweet to your exes?

[zee_zatara]

Only the ones who need me to be.

And I'm not sure what you are to me, but just an ex isn't it.

Also, the Amazons really know how to make a good merlot. Damn.

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No? I suppose it does ring a bit empty. Clearly you want me alive for one thing.

[ he sets the top hats out and considers getting drunk with her, even remotely it's a dangerous game. ]

They don't do anything in half-measures. Kind of like us.

@unraisehell

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Ta I'll get our psychic on that pronto.

You said something about Purgatory. Assuming that's a bar?

[unraisehell]

Your very own psychic. Must be handy.

And Purgatory is a town. It's in the Triangle. Pretty aptly named, if you ask me. But we have a few bars- one that's actually good.

[For reference sake, she sends an attachment of a map of the Triangle, with everything else on Waverly's Wall of Weird cropped out of the shot.].

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She is all that and a packet of jammy dodgers.

That's not subtle at all, is it? Suppose I shouldn't be surprised there's a place in America called that. Get me a tab at that bar, will you, luv? We'll call it squares. You can even wait until after I call off the hellhounds.

[unraisehell]

Canada, actually. North of Calgary, in Alberta.

We've also got Dildo, Nova Scotia. Which, sadly, does not live up to its name as well as Purgatory does.

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Canada of course. Even better. I'm on the next flight out.

@valuedstrength

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[ john never thought he'd be so happy to see the temple again. he grabs for the nearest person to him, blinking as his slight hand fits around a strong and familiar bicep. he narrows his eyes when he turns to look over and up at steve, allowing something vulnerable to sneak into his gaze though he'd usually fight such a thing. now he's simply too tired to care. ]

I never did thank you for saving my life...

[valuedstrength]

[There had been a moment he was positive no one was gonna make it out. Obviously John had been high on that list. While John is vulnerable, Steve is still relieved to be seeing him at all. He offers a warm smile and shrugs.] I did owe you a few.

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So you think this makes us square then? [ a gentle challenge while still holding onto steve. ]

[valuedstrength]

[Steve glances at that hand, but still chuckles at the challenge all the same. ] No, no. I still owe you for a couple more times. I won't try to get off that easy.

[As if any part of that was easy.]

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[ john's gaze jumps to steve's lips while he speaks, liking the way he shapes the words 'i owe you' especially. ]

It's good to know some men still have integrity. [ he's definitely not one of them, the source of his slanted smile as his eyes slowly track back up to steve's too-blue eyes. ] Lucky for you, there might be something you can do for me now to... get even.

[ yeah he's really not trying to be subtle anymore. in fact, he thinks steve might need a lot more transparency than he initially thought. his grip turns soft and slowly trails down to the edge of his sleeve, almost tickling against bare flesh. ]

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[nuttyasfruitcake]

u a wizard

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More like Gandalf than Harry P. What can I do you for?

[nuttyasfruitcake]

kk, like I want to kill this guy but I want it to be worse than torture. Can u turn him inside out?

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And what praytell did he do to deserve such treatment, luv?

[nuttyasfruitcake]

I don't know, before the manipulation or after the electrocution? The bastard's gotta die.

for @morphogenia

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John steps out of the cab and looks up at the Circle K. Somehow, he ended up getting roped into this magical goose chase in Jersey City of all places. He pulls out his cigarettes and makes a face. "You're really up to your neck in it this time, John-boy," he murmurs to himself, sighing as he pushes the pack back into his jacket pocket and strides into the shop. The second he's on display, his entire persona changes. His eyes light up and he pastes on an easy smile as he comes up to the front counter that Bruno is manning, dropping his elbow and glancing around the shop like it's Carnegie Hall.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, squire, but you seem like a young man in the know." He laughs to himself under his breath, already regretting this entire detour. Lowering his voice and shifting his gaze around, he goes on. "I was told a certain hero haunts this place on the weekdays after school hours. How's my intel?"

[morphogenia]

John's information is right on the money so naturally Bruno is being a bit of spazz about it. He hems and haws about how he's passed her a slushie or two, but it's not like he knows Ms. Marvel while texting her nonsense underneath the counter. He argues literally everyone in Jersey City tosses snacks and drinks her way so it doesn't mean she comes her that often!!! Thankfully for all parties involved Kamala is already nearby in costume to pick up said slushie. She sneaks in from the roof in her tiny form for all of five seconds to make sure everything is okay before she spots John. She grins big at the sight of him, jumping onto the counter freespace and releasing her small form. She shoots back to normal size in a flash of gold light, all four feet of it, before she stabilizes into the same old Kamala in a clearly homemade superhero outfit.

"We're good, Bruno! I know this guy!" She ignores how he screams and demands she stop doing that in favor of hopping down to give John a hug. "Hi! It's so good to see you again!"

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A delighted gasp overtakes his features as Kamala appears before them. Seeing her powers in action never won't make him feel like a kid in a candy store. There's a chunk of him that wants to play it cool, but the hug cuts through his defenses. Forgetting about Bruno and anyone else nearby, he closes his arms around her tiny frame in a tight squeeze, dropping his head to her shoulder just for a second.

"That's not the reaction I'm used to, but I'll take it." He pulls back suddenly with a soft throat-clearing, shoving his hands in his pockets and glancing away. "And it's, uh... not bad, to see you either, Khan." John throws in a wink for good measure.

[morphogenia]

She looks no less delighted even when he pulls back. That wink gets a laugh from Kamala. "I'm glad, but watch it! My identity is still a secret!" She puts her hands on her hips. Kamala does her best to look commanding. This is serious business here!

"Only call me Ms. Marvel outside these doors!" That serious face fades once something slots together. He came around for a reason. She should find out what it is. "Oh, hey! Are you here for serious business stuff? Stuff is so weird around here that I honestly don't know when stuff is magical or science-y." Come to think of it things are slightly weirder than usual even if she can't pin down what problem might involve him. She really has a ridiculous amount.

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"Ah, right... secret identity. You hero types are so bleeding sensitive."

He stares at Bruno for a beat, noticing she doesn't seem worried about him so he must already know. Sometimes, he really is good at this.

"Magic and science go hand in glove, pet. But, I'm afraid I am here on business... of a sort." John tips his head to the side and decides to just blurt out his revelation. "I take it that means you don't remember giving us a call then." Well, a magic call. This warlock still hasn't made it into the 21st century where smartphones are concerned.