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[gemma-masters.livejournal.com]

She'd made her way to the phone booth by the khazis to try and call someone...anyone really...to give her a ride home or at least to give them an idea on where she was and why.

The shadowy alcove really didn't do much to heighten her sense of confidence.

Picking up the phone she dropped in a bunch of change and dialed only to have it spit back out at her. Frowning she dialed 0 for the operator and the handset squalled out a mixture of high pitched tones in her ear.

The receiver was slammed back down.

"Fine I get the point no need to bloody my ears." Closing her eyes she leaned against the wall with its scribbles of foul language and phone numbers.

"Zauriel, I need you, I hope you can hear me."

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[a-winged-prayer.livejournal.com]

Zauriel hadn't exactly expected a warm reception; he's aware of John Constantine's difficulties with Heaven and vice versa. He's also aware that right now likely isn't the best time to try and smooth out those differences, assuming that will ever even be possible.

"I believe Gemma may be in trouble," Zauriel states simply, not yet attempting to cross the threshold of Shadowcrest. "She's currently in a city located in the southern region of Louisiana, but I can't locate her any more precisely than that. The entire place writhes with binding magic. I believe it may be trying to trap her." It's not exactly a full explanation and he knows questions will be coming. He's just not sure he knows how to answer them, or even if he has the time to.

[zatanna-z.livejournal.com]

She mumbles out a rather creative expletive before glancing back at John. This news really isn't going to go over well...which may possibly explain even further the warning the house gave her only that doesn't seem to sit right either.

She gestures Zauriel into the house, quietly informing Shadowcrest that he is welcome...to a point.

"Come in. Please."

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Don't get comfortable." he scowls and picks up his coat.

"We're headin' to the tower, find out why m'neice got nicked out from under Hector's nose an get his help."

[a-winged-prayer.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Zauriel steps through the doorway. It's difficult to be around John Constantine. The demon blood alone is enough to put even a guardian angel on edge, and his presence alone is enough to send a kind of moral static across Zauriel's evil-sense. At least Zatanna's presence acts as a sort of balance. "Lead the way."

[zatanna-z.livejournal.com]

She hesitates. Going out! Not something she really wants to do. And going to see someone? Even worse. But this is Gemma. Her hesitation doesn't last for long.

"I need something a little more appropriate." Her brows lower into a scowl. "esaelp ,no sehtolc gnilevarT."

Her confidence isn't what it should be and it becomes immediately apparent as her cleaning clothes transform into a pair of khakis, a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of snake boots.

She blinks a couple of times, blushing to the roots of her ponytails, sighs and just grabs a coat to throw over the loud shirt.