Not Just For Bridges Anymore

Summary:
January 11 2015: Jericho winds up in Zatanna's room by accident and trolls her a bit, then talks a bit more seriously.

Zee's Room

Zee's room in the Titan Castle is rather… spartan.


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Zatanna has been wondering about that really strange trip to Limbo she had. The feeling of raw power she'd got from from picking up the Soul Sword and donning the armour is not easily forgotten. What happened to the ''other'' Illyana, how did Zee end up there, what would have happened if she ''did not'' give up the sword.

Zee's sitting in her room at Titans tower, gazing aimlessly into nothingness… letting the thoughts filter through her mind, chewing them over (so to speak).

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Jericho is normally a laid back soul. He doesn't mind most anything. Really. But Limbo has a way of changing things and after having encountered a certain young mage he can't help but think that perhaps she'd be fun to poke it if they ever ran into one another again.

He's about to have that chance. At the moment he's just coming out of Limbo. He'd meant to be near the Nest (which is not horribly far from Titan Castle. About fifty miles or so) but his own mind had been wandering and Limbo (and Zee's magic) have ways of twisting themselves around. The Minor Hell dimension siezes on the 'invitation' of the minds of two connected to it and…

"Oh…" Jericho can't help but grin a bit. "Hey there."

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Dressed in her silk chinese gown, Zee pulls the labels closer when the Hacker appears. "Oh…." Zee's too well trained to blush a lot "Hey there yourself… is there a reason you are in my room?" the question is delivered dryly.

A glance around Zees room will reveal it is sparsely decorated, not many personal touches at all. A bed, chest of drawers with some personal items spread across the top. No real personal touches that would make a room a personal haven…

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Ordinarily, if one knew Jericho one might expect a straight answer to this question. Perhaps with some snark but it wouldn't be too bad. This is not ordinary though. Jericho grins a bit impishly and crosses his arms. "I was hoping you could tell me. You're the one with the sympathetic connection and the magical talent. I have all the native teleporation ability of a fruit fly."

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Zee looks aghast at the hacker… "You want me to tell you why you're in my room?" her tone defies incredulity. She shakes her head and blows out a breath "Sympathetic connection, the blonde woman, Illyana, said the same…. if that means I care for your wellbeing, then perhaps" the Mistress of Magic murmurs "I don't wish for you to be hurt…."

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"Hurt?" Jericho gets hurt an awful lot. He gets hurt in all kinds of ways. Mostly physical though. Very physical. He's actually got some burns from earlier today. "Hurt's kind of in the job description." When the job description is 'run from the awful conspiracy'.

"Illyana tends to know what she's talking about."

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"Look" Zee says with a level of heat "I don't know what sort of game you and your girlfriend are playing with me. But all I've done so far is try to try and make sure Constantine leaves you alone." The young magician looks at the hacker with a resigned expression.

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Jericho chuckles. "Look. I can't teleport. I don't have any ability to use magic. So it seems to me that any pull is not super likely to be originating from me. Unless you can think of some reason that it would be. I certainly don't habitually drop in on people's bedrooms." He quirks an eyebrow. "Can you think of any reason you might be pulling on me?"

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Zees smirks slightly "Pulling on you?" and the smirk grows wider "If there was a man I wanted to invite to my room it would not be an attached one… especially one with a scary girlfriend"

The teen sighs as she makes sure her gown is still fastened safely "All I can think of is that you, and your problems, intrigue me…. the nature of your demon, how you control it…" the raven haired woman shrugs "Call it professional curiosity."

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"Well, until my imp comes and finds me." Jericho looks around. "Which he has not yet, I suppose there's time for you to be professionally curious. Unless you'd rather I leave." Now he smirks. "Scary girlfriend and all. To whom I am, you intuit correctly, quite attached."

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"Then explain it… man of girlfriend scarimundus…." Zee's smile widens. "From what I see… you store magic, she uses it… you are her familiar… how does that all work?" Zee stands and paces her bedroom, the robe sitting mid thigh. Stopping on the farthest part of that walk, she looks back at Jericho, expecting an answer.

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Jericho shrugs and finds something to lean on. "Bearing in mind the fact that I have no prior magical education, I'm fairly sure that it works like this: I store magic because my tech is really, really weird. People could pull it out of me and it's gotten me in trouble before. Except now they cant becasue I'm her familiar which means she owns my soul. I think. I'm a bit fuzzy on that part actually. Either way she has a lock on my magic and only she can use it. Amongst other things."

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"You're fuzzy on whether she owns your soul or not" Zee raises a raven coloured eye brow "Are you just careless that you would give someone that level of control?" Blowing out a breath, the teen rolls her eyes "You don't know if she owns your soul, can use your magic or 'what else' fits into that bucket… and sometimes people call me careless."

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"It would be careless if I didn't trust her." Jericho cants his head slightly. "But I do. I'm simply a bit uncertain on what that entails. She has my soul… marked. It's hers in some fashion. Owning might be the right word, or it might not. I'm not a mage."

He glances out the window. "She can use my magic, of course and it's possible she can do other things. But she hasn't and I don't think she would." He looks very seriously at Zee. "Like I said. I trust her. And did before I let her do that, even knowing her nature." Not all of which Zee has seen, though it's possible she's sensed some of it.

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Jerichos ties to his mistress is of some interest to Zee, but not as much as much happened in Limbo that day "Why did you send me to collect the sword, you must have realised there'd be some repercussions." She narrows her eyes at the hacker "Did you know you could trust me… or was it a coin toss?"

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"I did yes." Realize that there would be repercussions. Jericho's familiar enough with Limbo to know that much. "Two reasons. One, I'd seen you in action before. Your actions were not those of someone hungry for power. So though it was a risk, it was one I felt confident taking. Two, you were the only one who could. Illyana was… paralyzed by the grief of whatever she saw and the wieght of it nearly took me out as well. We were in a dangerous spot and someone needed to watch her." And fight for her, either against demons or, had it come to it, Zee.

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"And you think you could have fought me once I wielded that power" Zee cocks her head as she hugs her middle "I'm not sure" she starts and then pauses as she looks at Jericho "just how powerful that magic was …. and what it really meant to me to let it go." A battle for sure… not one she wants to ever repeat and she's not sure how much residual she actuall soaked in.

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"Fought you? Yes. Won?" Jericho gives Zee a single shouldered shrug. "Perhaps not. But had it come to it, make no mistake, that's what would have happened. I like you, Zatanna, but some things go beyond the life of a single person. Mine or yours." Which is a bit of an odd statement considering he would have been going to battle on behalf of a single person, but then Illyana is an exception to much and he'd burn the world to save her if he had to.

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"Why?" Zee cants her head at the hacker "Why does she mean so much to you… remember, I wielded that power… there were echoes, faint ones, but echoes still of how you felt." The young magician is still hugging herself, a reminder of how empty she feels "Who is she?"

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"She's the Darkchilde." Jericho says quietly. The name means much to those who have read of it. The herald and gateway of the elder gods. Much is made of her power, though little is known of her personally. "And she's my Darkchilde."

The hacker more a man of observation than of words. He watches, learns, more than he speaks. And there are only so many ways to answer that question. That one, while perhaps less clear than might be wished, seems the most complete.

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The answer is barely sufficient for the nineteen year old Zee. Darkchilde, surely. His Darkchilde… she has no point of reference for, so Zee shrugs it off. "She's not only beautiful, but that power…" the raven haired teen shudders slightly "is very awesome… It's left me feeling empty for days." Good thing Zee has her practice and routines to do, things might be off balance otherwise. "What happened to that other woman?" her blue eyes turn to Jericho, almost begging for a happy ending.

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"As the world has not ended yet, I can only assume she's still there." Jericho walks over to where Zee is and looks out her window before glancing down. He knows that look and the feeling behind it. He's wished for it himself. There was a time when he offered to sacrifice a portion of his soul, tear it out of him, along with a dear friend to give Illyana a chance, or a better chance, at a happy ending.

But he also knows that Limbo doesn't tell those stories. Nobody promised a happy ending and the facts are that it's not likely, either for that Darkchilde… or his. "I am sorry Zatanna. Not everything can be made to work out. Our world doesn't work that way… and that one most certainly doesn't. Anything you get out of it you pay for in blood and sorrow." Which means that the small victories and quiet moments are to be savored all the more.


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