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[stiylnocigam]

In Her Grief || Zee and Clark

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Hearing the news of an imminent explosion in the city forced her to make her move. The portal to a destination, unknown to her at that moment, emerged. She stepped through without hesitation. From an undisclosed location, she watched with events reach national attention with caution, furrowing her brows as she gathered her information from word of mouth and television broadcasts. 

Deaths were announced and she sucked in a breath, thinking back to her cousin. He couldn’t have been one of them. She had confidence he got away safely. However, the news of a certain death didn’t reach her until a few days following the disbandment of NOVA. 

Even when another few days passed, her disbelief reached its peak. Her home was kept out of view from the usual spot prior to her leaving. The front door was locked with her magic. 

Within her parlor, she sat quietly, hands resting on her lap, fingernails scraping the fabric of her dark blue jeans. Dark brown eyes stared at the fire she conjured within her fireplace. Her focus was mostly absent, save for the crackling of the orange and yellow flames before her. The tears she had shed for days were long since dried, though the bright redness in her pupils had not yet faded. 

Passing thoughts came and went. The struggle to confide in tragedies, even after facing it several times in her life. To the left of her coffee table was her bottle of wine, untouched. Temptation had overcome her once with her father’s death. She would not treat her late friend with such disrespect to what he stood for.

Not now. Not ever.

[inthenameofnova]

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Though she had a great deal more important work to be getting on with, Jihl still served as NOVA’s main face for the press in almost every affair. While the Gazette would never publish anything without their approval it was still preferred to keep up the pretence of their independence with interviews and tours. So here she was, ready to give her usual spin on NOVA and their policies to a new employee: one Clark Kent.

“Mr. Kent,” Jihl met him in the lobby, dressed to perfection she walked over and held her hand out to shake, “Please to meet you, I’m Jihl Nabel, Lieutenant Commander of NOVA and acting head for this branch. I take it you’re here for a tour of our facilities?” 

[stiylnocigam]

ehT hturT sI...|| Zee & Clark

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Family was something Zatanna carried with a heavy heart, knowing most of them, at this point in time, were simply memories. And she cherished those memories, primarily the good ones, to provide her comfort during difficult times. Zach, her dearest cousin, didn’t appear to share similar ideals. Or even if he did, he wouldn’t discuss things with her. As disheartening as it may be, the elder Zatanna accepted his requests for privacy.

After all, he was an adult now. She had no say.

She was aware of the presence of familiar colleagues in Star City, but she was not one to seek them out directly. Not immediately, at least. Such encounters, thus far, have proven to be mere coincidence.

At the cafe a few blocks down from the theatre, she was seated at her usual table outside, a flat white half-consumed from her white cup, specks of her cherry red lipstick staining the rims. In her hands were a book she picked up from the bookstore a few weeks prior. The contents, though intriguing, did not resonate much on her end. She had other things on her mind.

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[[OOC: And now I ship Kara/Jason. Good job, guys.

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