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usually it was cooler at night since the sun was going down but that wasn’t the case, it seemed like this heatwave wasn’t going to cool down anytime soon and that just made more people agitated - people were losing their shits over it and their general frustration, breaking into businesses and looting the city like it was some action.

“it never works, even when it’s not hot like this” oliver said with zain appeared out of nowhere and helped him take the guys that oliver had just stopped. “i mean, that’s the story they always tell me when i go but i can bet you they just don’t wanna turn it on” he said as he walked over to his arrow and pulled it out of the wall. grabbing the bag and putting his bow back.

“Oliver Queen…” Zain began as they were out of the scene and out of ear shot as everything else was left for the police to deal with. His eyes weighed onto the other as he watched how the billionaire push against the tightness of his suit, curves and bulges showing off, as he continued on with his struggle. It’s the beauty of cotton and wool in the summer. A dress shirt and a fine pair of slacks was all that Zain needed—the boots wasn’t much of a struggle. And it was all the more of a playful spark in him to tease on.

“You’re telling me that Oliver Jonas Queen failed to charm his way in a McDonalds for them to open the ice cream machine for you?” Zain chuckled on, bursting into sparkling pearlescent smoke in a flash that had him appear on the other building meant for the other to jump across onto. “ --------- that’s a new low for you…”

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“ --------- ʏᴀᴛs ɴᴡᴏᴅ!” if anything, he wielded his grace well—it was his nature after all; in his blood and in his bones. That as the eldritch being flailed from underneath him, pressing his whole weight down on it with the point of his stomp barely made him stagger --------- more so as it merely led into a lighter skip where soft soles almost merely grazed over the pavement. What wailed on would not pose any further threat, the spell holds still. And it was his opportunity to take in what world he had come through in the veil of the night. For sure, the ages had come way past --------- and it was not the land of his birth either. But as the air grew thick in magic and something a little more maligned, his keener senses held him tense into a sigh as he knew that he was right where he was meant to be.

“Let me guess... this is not the Capital...” he finally asked, nodding to the other at the end of the alley. And with his nine tails fanning into a pale moonlight sway under the light silks of his robe of black and white, his features wrinkled into a scrunch as he tried to catch any more of such maligned scent --------- even more so from the one that escaped him in his own world from Dormammu’s chaos.

He tensed then. Opportunists, yes? Those are just sly foxes.

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Okay. Not a zombie. But it was mindless all the same. And where it’s blind brandish pressed on against him, the burly magician just growled back as he pushed him off with a firm flex of his massive arms. The third one. Now, he doesn’t know where they came from, but he knew how. Dormammu might have been kicked out, but not before the magicks of his rift had already seeped some of it through the worlds. And whoever took advantage of it, was surely the one behind the thralls that were now coming out of the damn woodwork. At least he wasn’t dealing with them in Siberian weather. He’d probably freeze his tits off before finishing the job.

“---------take a picture it’ll last longer!” he cried out to the presence of some other company. At least there’s that. And with a growl, his free hand glowed in a purple aura before slugging it right at the fiend’s jaw to knock it out cold.

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With Dormammu infecting the multiverses with the malice of his dimension, hope had come in the form of the pathways opening into this Earth and brought in allies that can help the magical heroes and the Future Foundation into combating this growing threat. Though even with the success, some of these magicians had stuck around, whether to help Zain with the clean up with the magical residue or perhaps to see through their own missions brought about by this one chaos that had bled into their own dimensions too.

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AND TONIGHT’S SPECIAL GUESTS

With Dormammu infecting the multiverses with the malice of his dimension, hope had come in the form of the pathways opening into this Earth and brought in allies that can help the magical heroes and the Future Foundation into combating this growing threat. Though even with the success, some of these magicians had stuck around, whether to help Zain with the clean up with the magical residue or perhaps to see through their own missions brought about by this one chaos that had bled into their own dimensions too.

#EVENT.

THE EYE OF THE WITCHROOK

In all fairness, locations had never been much of an issue with the Zataras. Zain could literally be in a vacation in Luigi Zatara’s hometown in Veneto, and he can still end up in the backstage of a Vegas stage with a backwards chant or a mere cast of a spell on a door. As far as utility is concerned, he really didn’t need anything more than the home-bound embrace of Shadowcrest. But that was it, really—why Zain chose to move out wasn’t much of an issue in utility. All his life, Zain knew that him and his father had always been a team… and so to live a life after Giovanni’s sudden disappearance was pretty much a daunting wrestle with the days and nights that turned to weeks and months. Years. From trying to uncover the truth, to work on and continue to uphold the legacy of the family, and to save the world, Shadowcrest slowly turned into a weight that Zain felt was swallowing him whole. Sure, he was used to the winding hallways and great rooms, but it was different when he knew that he’d only see emptiness instead of wonder. It was almost too funny that while Zain worked with the supernatural, he found the house haunted by not with ghosts and demons. Loss has a way of making one feel lost—to lose connection, after all, is a world lost. Home wasn’t much of a home anymore.

So, there it was, his penthouse. His own castle --------- his own slate to start anew. That even if he had finally grown into the man that he is, his penthouse was his own place. Surely, Shadowcrest is just as much—after all, what guilt and fear that consumed him and the manor had soon turned back to love, but Zain had found it better to leave it in its peace. If anything, Shadowcrest was home but more of a shrine to the greatness that was Giovanni Zatara, a beacon for knowledge, and a hall that helped other magical heroes to hone their mettle. Besides, Shadowcrest is almost an entity in itself—more so with the characters that reside it. Zain would spare them his more grown-up activities… well, for most of the time.

Located in the more affluent Diamond District in Gotham, The Rook was one of the old buildings in the city that is practically a historic landmark. It was a luxury apartment residential—probably is, still—though the tenants were just as curious to the penthouse that crowned it. It was probably why it got the name: The Witch’s Rook… and soon enough, just The Witchrook. It was practically one of Gotham’s ‘house on the hill’ until Zain Zatara moved in. Funny thing, the Witchrook only became true to its namesake when the sorcerer lived in it. The place wasn’t haunted, nor was inhabited by a hag that eats children… it’s just… a place that wasn’t doing good on the market given how the rich people of Gotham prefer higher castles. But Zain made it breathe new life. Its wards aren’t as powerful as the living enchantment in Shadowcrest, but it is formidable enough to protect Zain and whoever was welcomed as a guest in it.

The Witchrook is styled in a modern yet traditional flair of gothic and its revival counterparts—mainly, it was what the building was and it was an easier transition that met exactly Zain’s style --------- from the dark and sleek wood panels, bricks, warm tiles, and to the old cast-iron, as if an echo to Gotham’s growing luxury and industry from decades before. It has three available rooms and two common bathrooms aside from the master bedroom and its en suite bathroom. Small sitting rooms, an open living room and kitchen with the massive medieval style windows as a focal point -------- and there’s also a small library with the books that Zain usually use for references. It also has Giovanni’s own book about magic tricks. The pool in the penthouse’s small garden courtyard is more of a necessity. It’s useable for swimming, but also rituals that need a body of water—just like how the gardens provide herbs for potion-making… and like how the fireplace can be used for infernal spells and even portals when Zain isn’t using it as a romantic setting for a self-dates involving rom-coms, pizzas, and white wine. The penthouse’s most important feature is a massive mirror in one of the halls; it is actually a doorway to Shadowcrest. And being so, it holds the same nature of the manor—no threat can get through it. But on most days, it’s a good place to take a picture of the day’s outfit.

base type: penthouse, residence

location: diamond district, gotham city

defense: moderate

residents:

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Anger bubbled within him as it slowly reached a boiling point, body moving on its own before his mind could react, take into account everything around him. the darkchylde stirred for a second, restless under his skin but he couldn’t succumb to the dark temptations, or the whispers nipping at his ears. He took a deep breath before his eyes fell on the magical display before him, Zain destroyed the binding contract the only thing keeping the boy there against his will. The man held power of prejudice and hate over the mutant boy, the power of the other being seen as a stain on the world. As they took their first steps outside they were greeted by the cold Gotham night, where smog and air mixed together to form a cloud that veiled the city sky. Danger lurking at every corner as it enticed the poor souls of those unfortunate enough to land on the wrong side of society, those born without affluence or the privilege to survive. Gotham wasn’t a city that let the weak live, it ate them up and molded them until they were only a shell of their former self. “I’ve got my studio apartment, but I’m pretty late on the rent, and the landlord is not going to like finding out that I lost my job.” he sighed. “Especially since this guy has been kind of pocketing most of the cash so what I had in me was only for food and necessities.” The young boy hugged himself as he shivered slightly, cold night air slicing through his clothes, not wanting to expend magic for something as menial as warmth. “I’ll be okay, I’ll figure something out. Thanks again,” he came up, raising himself on his tip toes to peck the man’s cheek.

Funny how ironies work. The boy seemed cynical enough—tired enough—to not care much. Really, Zain got to watch a demon tumble around his place work and the boy couldn’t even be bothered to act from how he had found himself trapped within the same routine that it was almost his personal hell. Zain wouldn’t be surprised if he grabbed something for himself. He could’ve just said fuck it and do something that would satisfy him—most especially with what he could do. He can earn something extra with some kind of magic con—or actually rob a bank to make ends meet. But there he was, someone who knew better. And then there came the other, powerless aside from the fact that he wasn’t different, and yet he was trying to grab things that wasn’t meant for him. Not to mention he was grateful enough for a kiss. Zain felt himself tense in the surprise, though not anymore than just any swell of a sigh that pressed against the other’s form before everything eased back.

“I’m sure you will—” Zain assured, his form shifting into a flex against his clothes as he squirmed out of his coat and pulled firm to drape it across the other’s back and shoulders. Even Zain knew that Gotham is still dangerous even to magical beings—even more so for a young man since a young man is a young man. “ --------- but not before I get you something warm. You’re a burger kind of guy or a pizza kind of guy?”

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clad in nothing but a towel the man kept fanning himself hoping to cool off as he began to spread his legs wider. “zain, can’t you seriously like make it cooler or something by talking backwards? i’m fucking melting over here and i really don’t like sweating for no reason. so are you gonna help me out or are you going to be stingy?” @mcstercfmcgic

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“And what about the rest of Gotham?” Zain chuckled low as his form kept still in the corner of the island counter, leaning over the tablet as he swiped through what recent pieces of information that they had for the moment. In all fairness, it was a fair argument. He could do it, but comfort seemed like a whim compared to the bigger picture. Though as he looked onto the other, practically splayed thick on his seat—Henrique was making the deliberation easier than it should be.

“ --------- besides, you’re looking great from where you’re sitting…”

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fuck. this heat was horrible and oliver would have opted to just kicking back on the balcony of his penthouse to get a tan or something but that wasn’t possible when people were literally looting the entire city like it was that shitty purge film. oliver had to go out with his teammates and stop them. normally this wouldn’t be an issue but wearing tight, dark leather in weather that was well over a hundred degrees - oliver was sweating.

“i’m really starting to regret this uniform” he said as he shot an arrow at a guy who was running away with a bag of money. the arrow hit the bag and it landed on the wall behind him.

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The sun went down and all of a sudden, people are more willing to go out --------- and definitely not because they wanted a stroll in the park. Though they sure came in their droves. And while Zain was in the middle of some supernatural issue himself, of course he had to lend a hand --------- especially since Oliver Queen isn’t having the best of times. At least he wasn’t the only one. That with how the group of robbers finally scampered into a run from them, Zain duly acted with a slew of rings that bound their ankles together as they toppled over each other.

“—you think the ice cream machines in Mc Donald’s work? I’ll gladly get you some…” the magician chuckled as he turned to the other. He has less to complain about given his clothes were breathable with the crisp dress shirt and the sleek pair of slacks he got on, but that made it all the more amusing.

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As he finished tidying up, Thor was oblivious to the way he looked with the sun hitting him, nor did he catch the way Zain’s eyes followed him about. Finally done with his efforts, the god sat down onto the couch with a heavy sigh, glancing over at the magician with a small smile. “I suppose so. I appreciate your kind words though. It’s… always nice to hear,” the god murmured, finishing up his beer with one gulp before setting the can down. “Ah, so, do I make you want to stay then? Or come back?” Thor teased, picking up on Zain’s words. “I’m sure your shows make people ache to come back to watch you again. The Asgardian children here would love you, that’s for sure. We have a festival coming up next weekend, if you’d like to come back and give a little show. I do know you’re busy with the upcoming shows though,” he mused, the god leaning over to grab one of the newspapers to show Zain one of its printed advertisements.

Leave to Thor to show how charm is done without much effort --------- that in his own warmth, spirited and sincere, it was some easy brightness. It was almost unfair; to be one on the other end of his sudden playfulness. If it weren’t for the nature of his visit, he could’ve easily indulged the other and see wonders for himself. Really, he could at least admit to himself that there’s merit in merely turning a gaze and ogle at the other --------- though in all fairness, regardless of Thor, what invitation to come back certainly didn’t need any kind of wooing to convince him. He never really found it in himself to turn away from a favor—more so from a friend… more so for something that would be much of help to other people.

“—I’m half tempted to snap my fingers and blaze that up into kindle,” Zain smiled warmly in his own playful deprecation as he made a face to that massive face of his that was plastered on the page of the newspaper that Thor held up in teasing. His form swelled up for a sigh then, straightening up once more as he nodded on to trail onto his own words. “But I guess I’ll have to show my tricks come next weekend… and maybe then, I’ll even stay over if that’s what you wish…”

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Making themselves comfortable, Clark moved across form Zain, setting down his notepad and recorder down onto the table. While facing the other, he began unbuttoning his suit jacket, draping it over the chair before he took a seat across the couch. “Lucky you,” he laughed lightly. “I saw that; it was quite a spectacle. People were talking about it for some time. You certainly do know how to close out the show,” the Kryptonian mused as he leaned over to start the recorder, indicating to the magician that it was on. “So, Mr. Zatara, do tell. What brings you to Metropolis for this magnificent show? There are people coming from all over to see your performance, as I’m sure you know that no one would want to miss this. Any particular reason you chose this city for the big showcase?” He glanced up, adjusting his glasses to peer at the other with a familiar smile in his eyes.

Of course Bruce would attend; it was no surprise that the big shot names, such as Wayne, Queen, and Stark were mentioned when it came to big events in their town. They were, after all, the big shots when it came to the human side of things. Sitting back comfortably into his chair, Clark failed to catch how his shirt strained against his movement, the top two buttons already splitting open from the burden of containing his broad chest. But Superman was oblivious to his movement, only idly tapping his pen against his chin. “Any hints you can give about the show, that isn’t a big spoiler? Your fans are dying to know what about this show is going to make it different from your others.”

Now, this wasn’t exactly their first actual professional collaboration. He had been interviewed by Clark once or twice before, and even more with Louis. And that was the professional end. He had always welcomed any invitation from them to see the city whenever Zain was in town—and then there’s the part where they actually team up to save the day or give Superman advice in case magical adversaries come. So it was casual at most, really. He could give that to Clark at the very least. That while the other sighed on into comfort, Zain just straightened up and crossed his legs as he continued on to indulge the other.

“Wonder is as primal as food—music… art… even culture itself. Sure, some people think magic is bullshit—or just a bunch of tricks in case the language is too risqué for the paper,” Zain chuckled, looking onto Clark… and the tease of flesh that he was showing off. Not that Zain had an immediate reaction, observation had always been a thing when it comes to the art of the con. “—but, wonder is a universal language… it’s one of the things that makes us human. Spark of imagination… thought… wonder is our second nature—so most of the time, we’re unaware…” Zain hummed on, watching if Clark was still clueless, especially when a sigh was enough to push a bit more of skin unto the calm light of the room. “… but it is there… it’s within us. Sometimes all we need is a push to be reminded of it, especially in this trying times. Lucky for us, all we need is to look up when the morning skies can let us see the Great Blue Blur flying past... I just wanted to take the night shift, really. Give Superman a rest and I’ll show them wonder instead...”

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The once proud arrogant man that he was forced to call boss was now nothing more than a sniveling buffoon. It was pathetic, to say the least. Snot, tears, maybe some drool came out as he pleaded to not be hurt, and Julian understood that the man was a coward, only when it came to his own greed and lust for power did he ever put on the charismatic facade, but once it crumbled there was nothing more than a tiny man wishing to be more. A man who forced the young mutant, used him as leverage to perform magical acts, untrained and untapped potential that should not be trifled with, and yet he used it with such pleasure he didn’t care for the risk of repercussion, because one thing always ran true about magic, if you bit it, it would always tend to bite back harder.

Julian watched as the man scurried to get the boy’s contract, presenting it to the leaguer. “Can’t believe this nightmare is really gonna be over, and I’m going to be out of a job.” the harsh reality was settling in again, and no matter the crap pay now he would be out of a job, and probably out on the streets if he didn’t find something, and he didn’t want to go back to the institute with his tail between his legs.

With nothing more to tie him to the place, he came closer to the man before balling his fist and striking his former boss right on the nose. “That’s for the one time your drunk ass told me I should put out because no one would want a gene freak for anything else.” he huffed, before turning to Zain. “Thank you for this, but now I’ve gotta go find something, another job before I use up all my funds.” his tone was soft, but there was a sense of gratitude behind them. “Wasn’t expecting to be saved by a magical hot guy right now, but thanks. Guess I should just go now if you don’t want anymore help.”

Seriously. The paper alone was a goad at what anger that was already swirling in Zain’s core. Not much. Nothing. Paper with words for formality’s sake—it was almost as if they made the contract just in case law enforcement roll in with their warrants and request for some inspection. Sloppy. Stupid. That even if the man was some new brand of cretin, he was actually lucky. To think the only power that the man held onto the other was the very cancer that society held over him --------- even the punch. God. Even the punch was something he lucked out on. Zain scoffed then, letting the paper burst into flames between his fingers until they were nothing more than the lightest specks of white and black that danced in the air; a visual reminder of how the night was bound to end. For the moment. “—you sought too high…” Zain began, voice lower in some solemn drag to keep himself still. He’d do it. But for the boy’s sake, it didn’t have to end with fury slaked and satisfied—for the most part, the most important part, the boy was alright. So yeah, the karmic law. He’d put that to the test first. “… perhaps one day, you’d find yourself in a new contract and I’d love to see how far your soul can take you…” shadows swirled, illusion of eyes staring down onto him to keep him on his place while they take their leave.

“—hm,” broad chest rolled into a sigh then, lips curling for a smile as he let the other keep his pace with him. “I’m not the one who threw the punch, I’d say you’re far more capable of helping yourself…” he nodded on as the new embrace of the bar being all… quiet… loomed onto them like a held breath. And soon enough, city breeze; in all of its stale and cloy. Freedom. Only for a moment. Looking onto the other, what he is and what he is capable of, what he did wasn’t much now, was it? More so tomorrow... then the next day. “--------- I don’t want to intrude but...do you have someplace to actually go to? Or a place to stay?”

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It was enough to make sure Zain understood, that sometimes heroes lived lives of privilege while others were forced in squander. Mutant rights had been a long topic of debate amongst the masses, some even seeing the kind as nothing more than an abomination, religious sects even going as far to say one could pray the mutie away. Julian had seen it all, military attacks on his people, children. The way mankind could show their darkest colors all because of a slight difference in their dna. If you were a hero and your powers were either by accident, granted, or magical, then for the most part you were celebrated, but if you were born with these gifts then you were nothing but a menace. Funny, how people were only quick to jump on the mutant bandwagon when they needed something. Magik was the current resident expert on all things mystic in the x-men, but even then he was still fairly new.

“Sir, I…” he simply keeping as hand near the man as he went inside. A blush crept on his cheeks as he found it somewhat ironic to be saved by this one man, but he wasn’t complaining. Julian saw how the man quickly subdued his employer, and the guy yelped and fell into a panic until he set his eyes on Julian. A flurry of slurs and insults flew his way, and Julian could only look down at his own feet.

“In other words, you’re being shut down, loser.”

Crass. Zain wasn’t surprised. But he was even more annoyed. No actual maligned fiend would resort to it; juvenile barbs and panicked stammer. The kid’s boss? He was one of those --------- get one brush with magic, and suddenly there’s so much to exploit. He’s the worst kind. At the very least, while villains end up being bitten back with what kind of dark forces that they are proud enough to invoke, at least their ambition gets them focused. Careful, even—albeit to what they only know. This man? He was just here for the perks. Reckless. Lazy. It’s Disney’s Fantasia except its an actual threat beyond a wizard’s tower. Demons seducing men to bend over was actually the okay part. And Zain just knows that it’s about time to put everything to a stop.

A tightened grip, and it was soon to follow. Pleas. Excuses. More bargains. But since they were in the topic, and with Zain knowing enough that he can take on the man in case it goes south, he let go of an arm.

“ --------- contract. Where is it.”

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