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Log 3092
Date of Scene: 07 November 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Zatanna Zatara, Shatterpoint, Constantine




Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara had spoken with Batman about Caroline Ramsey and the concerns regarding her that he had. It had been a week, unfortunately, since that meeting and Zatanna was finally able to make her way to the Hall of Justice to meet with Ms. Ramsey.

Walking in to the library, she moved to the small alcove chosen for the talk. It wasn't an interrogation nor was it a matter of security as far as Zatanna viewed it, so why not meet where it is at least more comfortable and a lot less formal? No reason to be stuffy and uptight.

Taking a seat she waited for Caroline to arrive and join her.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline spent a lot of time in the library, admittedly.

    There were a number of books she'd set aside, of course- historical references. Books that described all of the things she'd missed in sixty years of being gone. It took some time for Caroline to arrive- probably about ten minutes beyond when she should have arrived, but that wasn't necessarily obnoxious.

    "You are... Zatanna?"

    This voice, is...Horrifying. It's like the rattle of someone whose throat is no longer present, as if a woman's dying noise was twisted into words. For most, it's probably unsettling, and there's no telling how Zatanna will take it.

    First impressions, Caroline is neither zombie, nor ghost. There is this... Palpable aura of dread around her, as if there is something... Impending, aggressive, and primal. It isn't so strong for those not magically inclined, and without magical sight, Zatanna isn't likely to understand this aura- at least until she turns said magical sight on- but as a homo-magi... She is certainly going to -feel- Caroline's presence.

    It is almost certainly like nothing that has been seen before, but has hints and red herrings- hence why Batman described it the way he did.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara felt Caroline approach well before she was heard. Standing and turning, she nods to the other, "I am, yes." She offers a guarded smile toward the League's guest. "It is nice to make your acquaintance, Ms. Ramsey. Batman only told me a little but hoped that our conversation might bring about better communication between all of us." She offers a hand in greeting.

"I'll admit you're not quite what I expected. But I also tried to keep preconceptions to a minimum so you could speak for yourself."

Shatterpoint has posed:
    "I should probably keep speaking to a minimum." she offers, a form of acknowledgment that listening to her is bordering on painfully uncomfortable. There is, afterwards, a moment of silence, before she continues. "Batman brought you here to determine the nature of... What... I am, so as to ensure that I am not... Influenced, in any way. To ensure that if there is a way to return me to the grave, it is... Pursued."

    After another pause, she speaks up again. "I assure you, though, that I am in control of all of my faculties, and that there is no grave that deserves me, or that can hold me I only want to do... Everything I can, to benefit the world I have returned to."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara smiles wryly as she moves to sit, "join me?" she offers and gestures to the other chair. "You are free to speak as much or as little as you wish, Ms. Ramsey. I'm not here to give you rules and I'm not going to run away screaming in terror." She pauses and adds lightly,"I might turn pale at some point but a girl can only do so much. Anyway. You say you have no grave to return to and could not remain there regardless?" Zee studies the other thoughtfully. "Is there a reason for that, if you know?"

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline takes a seat, and now that she's in ever so close proximity, at the same table... Zatanna can feel the temperature in the air drop, somewhat. A few degrees, perhaps more, but still definitely noticeable. It feels like a chill wind running across the neck and shoulders, and that might be a little pleasant, but considering that it isn't exactly -hot- in the library, it's also maybe slightly ominous, or impressive, depending. "I died on Apokolips." she states- which, admittedly, is a little... Strange. "And then... Some time later, I came back. I had no unfinished business. I am not... Consumed by revenge. As for the -why- of it... Other than hearing a voice, I cannot say."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara does shiver. Just a little. It happens. She's not immune at least without cashing some wards which she has nod.

She listens and nods. "Apokalips. Okay. So you are native to that world?" she inquires. "And... what voice. Do you know whose voice? Recall what was said?" She offers a smile. "And if anything I ask is bothersome or too invasive, please do speak up."

Shatterpoint has posed:
    "I was born here," she rasps, "In the year 1942." These are things Zatanna would obviously know, at least as part of what Batman gave her as information. "I don't know whose voice. It seems to... Know things. It calls itself Dee. It sounds like a woman, but I have been fooled before." Is that a joke? Is she capable of jokes?

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara listens and nods, committing things things to memory. "Alright." She sits back to regard the mysterious and unsettling woman before her. "You say that you want to help. Can you explain what you mean by that? Help - how? if you can put it into words?"

Shatterpoint has posed:
    "There is no way to easily explain it." she begins, spending a moment just... Thinking. It's then that it'd be easily noticed that her eyes have this... Intensity to them. They glow, radiating some form of pure power, whatever was used to "raise" her somewhat overflowing, in a way. "There are people who deserve to be... Incarcerated. There are others who would do more than threaten the people, they threaten the world itself, and more. I have been told I can... I can fight them. That I should. I was a detective, once. A long time ago. I want to put this capability to... Use."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara nods. "That's a good direction to consider. I'm... not certain the Justice League is looking for a new spokes or front woman.." she jokes. "But there are those I know among the mystical arena that I think you could assist, or find your own niche wihtin the community as a whole to go about helping." She offered a smile. "is there anything you'd care to ask me? It's not an interrogation after all. I don't need to take up all the time asking questions myself."

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Shrugging, after a moment, Caroline seems... Impassive. There's so little reaction from her that it almost seems like she didn't understand the joke. "I feel as if the Justice League, as they're called, has plenty of spokespeople. I am best not heard." she notes, before continuing on. She doesn't seem angry, or offended, necessarily. "I cannot think of anything to ask you, aside from whether this was properly informative. I am afraid I... Do not understand the hesitation, on the side of the... Others." Of course she means Batman and any of the other people that have encountered her thus far.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara shifts slightly in her seat, proping her head up by resting it against her right hand as she seems to be more relaxed. "The problem is, Ms. Ramsey, that usually the dead tend to stay... dead. And those who don't? Well. There is a whole industry around the notion that the undead are out to harm the living and use it to profit from giving people a fright. So.. yeah." She softly murmurs to herself, bringing her arcane sensory perceptions to bear on Caroline. If only to assure Batman later that she did in fact give this restless undead being a proper 'checkup'.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    While necessary, looking at Caroline any sort of sideways is not necessarily advised. Not that Caroline knows this, of course- and not that it's necessarily going to hurt Zatanna. It just might startle her- or worse, depending on how intensely she takes the gravity of what she sees.

    First and foremost, looking at her at all is slightly difficult- as if viewed in a VHS recording, with the tracking slightly off. The universe itself seems to be having trouble containing the breadth of her, in some regard. She grows no paler, but where the striking blue of her otherwise relatively-normal eyes was, there is a deep, inky blackness. This... Void in her eyesockets, is pierced at its very center by an ancient symbol for Death- not the oldest symbol, perhaps, but one of them. Specifically, the Egyptian Ankh. Staring at them is... Harrowing, to an extent, as is looking at Caroline at all, which is why someone with a weaker will is lucky enough not to have magical sight.

    Frankly, it's like looking in the eyes of Death itself. This is... Interesting- or terrifying, depending on who's looking and what they consider terrifying. It means, of course, that Caroline is not merely "undead," she was not resurrected, either. She isn't the work of some necromancer- she was made by a being of the highest order, crafted by a literal force of existence. The precedence doesn't exist- or, if it does, it's buried -deep.-

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara blinks. She takes a slow breath. "Okay." She rubs her eyes with the hand she was leaning on. "I'm... going to say that I have a good idea who we need to have you talk to. And soon. Whatever your actual origin is, Ms. Ramsey... the simple answer is: you have a very interesting sort of existence now. But even that is hardly simple to say." She leans back and sighs. "Right." She pausses. "Let me try to get ahold of someone." closing her eyes she seems to be trying to, well, communicate as it were.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline really has absolutely nothing to say about the matter. She watches Zatanna's reaction, and as she has clearly not seen herself in any sort of Magical Mirror- not that one exists- she just responds with a calm... "Okay." There is, in regards to her feedback on how- perhaps what- Caroline looks or looks like, absolutely nothing. Zatanna- or whoever she brings in- is the expert. Not Caroline.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara focused on contacting someone it must seem like. In just a few moments a swirling, glowing portal of silver-blue energy begins to spiral open perhaps ten paces from the two in the library to allow someone to pass through and enter the Hall's Library.

Zatanna had reached out to John Constantine. *John? This is unusual even for me, I realize, but a second opinion on someone I've just met would be not only greatly appreciated but wise. She seems to unsettle even Batman. If that gives you any indication. I'm sorry for the short notice. I hope you're not only decently attired but available like.. right now. Please say yes? To both of those. Mostly the first.*

Constantine has posed:
     John had been in the House of Mystery, working on something not exactly kosher. <You're just in luck, Zee. I just put on me trousers.> John jokes, only having to put away a tincture made from a shrunken head and grain spirits before he puts on his trench coat. <Comin' through, luv.>

  Moments later, the Hellblazer walks through the portal, cigarette in his mouth and all. Mid-drag he slips his fingers over it, removing the cancer-stick to exhale. "What's all this fuss about, then?" A moment before he realizes where he is. "Jesus Christ, the bloody Hall of Justice!" John looks quite impressed with the digs.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    John walks into a room that is kept about three to five degrees colder than the area outside, and above and beyond that, the area around Caroline, where he steps up, is about another five degrees under it. Jacket-cold, to be sure, but utterly unnatural. It should not at all be that cold in the room. Caroline stands, somewhat suddenly- not being telepathic- and somewhat faces the portal as the disheveled alcoholic accent with magical powers walks his way out of it. Her brow raises, but, at the same time, she doesn't necessarily start hitting him. She puts two and two together to sort of figure out who he is, and why he's here. Words don't necessarily happen, but she affixes the glowing blue of her eyes on him nonetheless- though, less hostilely once he's properly exited.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara looks up, "Caroline, I've asked an associate to come talk with us. I'm sorry for the lack of proper notice. I guess you could say I'm not thinking quite as clearly as I ought to. But dealing with the sort of origins you appear to have is not something I do regularly.." She quickly looks to John, "Caroline, this is John Constantine. John. This is Caroline Ramsey. And she is not only rather unique. Well, it seems she may even be able to call herself rather special." She offers a weak shrug to John. "Thanks for coming though."

Constantine has posed:
     John looks towards Caroline, already trying to figure it out. "Caroline, now, tell me, luv." A drag on the cigarette before he continues. "Where did you die?" It's a start, obviously she isn't a ghost. He removes a small vial from his coat pocket, shaking some of the contents out towards the undead Caroline.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline looks between Constantine, and Zatanna, and back to Constantine. Admittedly, her reaction is the same reaction almost everyone has to Constantine, the first time. "I died on Apokolips." That's a weird statement, considering they made first real contact with Apokolips in the past few months- specifically, during the invasion.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara looks to John then back to Caroline, letting him start talking with the unusual woman. For her part, she closes her eyes and focuses on the area, making sure that the situation does not get any more intense with unwanted vistors of sorts, trying to watch John's back as he starts to work his own particular... magic.

Constantine has posed:
     John is a bit taken aback by the statement. "Bollocks." is all he says at her statement. "I'd much rather have your help than to go through without, luv." John says, looking to Caroline despite the otherworldly glow. "Now, do you wanna try again?"

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Raising a brow, Caroline seems confused for a moment. Her voice is rasping and grotesque, a low and difficult to hear death-rattle made into words. "What?" she asks, "Try what again?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara seems satisfied with the state of the spirit world around them, eyes opening as she looks to John and Caroline again, "Caroline. We don't know what you are. John is trying to determine it. Anything you can do to assist or at least not resist would be helpful. We want to help you but we need to know how."

Constantine has posed:
     John is at a bit of a loss here, it seems. The vial of holy water did nothing but dampen Caroline. "Dammit." Is all he says currently. The exorcist brings out a crucifix, showing it to Caroline, and touching it to her hand should she let him.

Shatterpoint has posed:
    Caroline just sort of stares. Her attention flicks back to Zatanna, and then to Constantine, just as he presses a cross to her forehead. She's not actually unholy, so it doesn't burn her, nor have... Really, any effect. It does sort of stump her- as she went missing before Exorcist and any sort of occult pop-culture became a thing- despite how much it ripped from actual occult studies.

    "What." is all she says, taking a moment to just... Take this all in. "I told you, I died on Apokolips. Whatever you seem to think I am, you are wrong."

Constantine has posed:
     John gives a nod, returning the crucifix to his coat pocket, and removing a Silk Cut. He lights it and takes a drag before offering one to Caroline. "You're right, I don't know what you are. If by undead, than you're certainly not possessed by a demon." John is into the dark occult side of things, but for all intents and purposes, Caroline is otherworldly. "Without more study, an' I do think is worth a shot. I'm guessin' Apokolips 'as got somethin' to do with it. Which pretty much takes it out'a my wheelhouse." Another drag before a steady exhale, looking to Zee. "Sorry, luv."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna Zatara watches and sighs inwardly. Stepping up besdie John she looks to Caroline, "The League will let you remain here as a guest without a problem. For your safety and to avoid causing no little bit of panic among the regular folks of the city I would ask that you consider staying while John and I do more research. A day or two at the most. There are other mystics we know that may have further insights. Dr. Fate and Doctor Strange come to mind.." she commens to them both more or less. "But for now, it was a privilege to meet you Ms. Ramsey."