There is an eyebrow raise, but the smug smile belies any hint of question. Klarion is not surprised that she has chosen to keep this between them. Pulling the paper over, reading it as easily and quickly as he'd skimmed her family's books.
A glance, and Teek'l moved away from Zatanna's fingers, ears twitching and head cocked.
Borrowing the pen, Klarion spoke while...drawing. "No doubt the dauntless mind of the Bat has figured out a similar plan. If he hasn't, he soon will. Which means that we should consider what resources we can offer, since magic is hardly your league's strong suit. Nabu for all his dominating personality, plays things far more secretively than you'd expect from a heroic-type."
What was rapidly taking shape on the page were two small and quick sketches--of Zatanna, and Klarion. Enough detail to be obvious, without being in depth. There were word-bubbles coming from their mouths, though blank for now. Another quick glance between familiar and master; and Teek'l was deliberately knocking Klarion's former mug off the table.
Klarion whispered, barely audible over the crash. "blunda, stenr rïsa hjall haldthin" then put his finger up to his lips in a classic 'be quiet' gesture. The sketches of them both glowed faintly as red energy outlined them. The speech-bubbles on his drawing were filling in, with their voices coming from them.
"Teek'l, that was extremely rude considering we're already guests here. Not to mention distracting, you stupid cat. Now I've lost my train of thought." Came Klarion's voice from the speech-bubble, with uncanny accuracy to his nature.
Zatanna as well, was rather accurately imitated. "If a broken mug is the worst we have to deal with, no one will complain. We were talking wards, or at least useful suggestions for the league?" From the speech-bubble of her drawn figure.
Klarion, in contrast to the paper's actions, scratched his familiar under her chin affectionately. Offering her the paper, as she took it delicately and jumped from the table. She couldn't go far, being his anchor, but closer to the hallway--and their eavesdroppers--wouldn't be difficult.
The two drawn-imitations continued on with their conversation as Teek'l moved.
"That should allow us to plot without at least one set of ears listening in." Klarion was smirking again, hands clasped in front of him and fingers steepled. "Although it would be more effective with a link, I doubt you trust me enough to provide me with an appropriate binding agent for such."
A pause, and another low chuckle. "I approve of your plan. As much as the idea of a maiden as sacrifice is boring, it is often effective as a lure to those with no imagination."
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Date: 2018-02-01 08:03 am (UTC)A glance, and Teek'l moved away from Zatanna's fingers, ears twitching and head cocked.
Borrowing the pen, Klarion spoke while...drawing. "No doubt the dauntless mind of the Bat has figured out a similar plan. If he hasn't, he soon will. Which means that we should consider what resources we can offer, since magic is hardly your league's strong suit. Nabu for all his dominating personality, plays things far more secretively than you'd expect from a heroic-type."
What was rapidly taking shape on the page were two small and quick sketches--of Zatanna, and Klarion. Enough detail to be obvious, without being in depth. There were word-bubbles coming from their mouths, though blank for now. Another quick glance between familiar and master; and Teek'l was deliberately knocking Klarion's former mug off the table.
Klarion whispered, barely audible over the crash. "blunda, stenr rïsa hjall haldthin" then put his finger up to his lips in a classic 'be quiet' gesture. The sketches of them both glowed faintly as red energy outlined them. The speech-bubbles on his drawing were filling in, with their voices coming from them.
"Teek'l, that was extremely rude considering we're already guests here. Not to mention distracting, you stupid cat. Now I've lost my train of thought." Came Klarion's voice from the speech-bubble, with uncanny accuracy to his nature.
Zatanna as well, was rather accurately imitated. "If a broken mug is the worst we have to deal with, no one will complain. We were talking wards, or at least useful suggestions for the league?" From the speech-bubble of her drawn figure.
Klarion, in contrast to the paper's actions, scratched his familiar under her chin affectionately. Offering her the paper, as she took it delicately and jumped from the table. She couldn't go far, being his anchor, but closer to the hallway--and their eavesdroppers--wouldn't be difficult.
The two drawn-imitations continued on with their conversation as Teek'l moved.
"That should allow us to plot without at least one set of ears listening in." Klarion was smirking again, hands clasped in front of him and fingers steepled. "Although it would be more effective with a link, I doubt you trust me enough to provide me with an appropriate binding agent for such."
A pause, and another low chuckle. "I approve of your plan. As much as the idea of a maiden as sacrifice is boring, it is often effective as a lure to those with no imagination."