Paying a call on Fate

[zatanna-z.livejournal.com]

Did someone just knock on the door? Her meltdown had ceased...just stopped, and she looked around quizically.

Did the phone ring? She got up from the table and wandered through the house. No. No messages and the front porch was empty. But she could have sworn something caught her attention and she was feeling an urge to go out. Someplace in specific but she didn't know where. That was enough for her.

She hurried upstairs to change her clothes, hesitating for a moment as something prompted her to dust off the costume. Odd...definately odd but she listened. Then it was a quick note to tell John she'd gone out to follow her nose, follow if he could...all assuming he came back before she did...and left the note taped to his carton of silk cuts in the fridge.

Double checking that she had her JLA comm and her cell phone tucked safely away she made her way back into the library and the wall she'd been using more often as a doorway. She squares herself in front of the wall then takes a deep breath.

"esaelp, meht ot latrop a nepO .em sllac enoemoS."

The portal flashes to life and she steps through...to the base of Dr. Fate's tower? What the...

She knocks...if there's a door to knock on.

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[jla-villains.livejournal.com]

"So it would appear."

[zatanna-z.livejournal.com]

Nothing quite like being on the outside of a club.

She listened to the exchange at first with a tad bit of irritation. That grew to hold a bit of amusement. Not so much at the situation. More at herself and the fact that she seems to be the only one she knows who honestly looks her age.

So with a tilt of her head and a small smirk, she asks, "So. Someone want to let the youngin' in on who you're talking about?"

[jla-goldenage.livejournal.com]

"Of course. In 1943, the Injustice Society and the All-Star Squadron joined forces to battle Wotan in Fawcett City. To make a long story short, the conflict came down to a battle between Wotan and Captain Nazi. Wotan tried to escape, but Dr. Fate used magic to prevent that escape. Mr. Zard here took the opportunity to trap Wotan in a binding spell, splitting his soul into two, and trapping it along with a good deal of his power inside the very fabric of magic itself."

He stops to take a puff on his pipe.

"It seems we're missing some relevant details, but suffice it to say, Wotan has returned, and is whole again. Evidently, it was his escape that caused the disturbance we all felt."

Another long, contemplative pause.

"Well then, it would seem our first order of business is to return Fate's tower to its proper place in space-time. I imagine the three of us should be more than up to the task."