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[color=a2d39c][h2]Dr. Malacoda Zatanna[/h2][/color]

[h3]Malacoda Penthouse. Gotham[/h3]

Malacoda frowned at the sand but seemed utterly at ease at the man's visage. He sat back in his chair and felt the stuffing behind the leather begin to subtly move, and knead at his back - he fought back a groan. [color=a2d39c][b]"My magic, and the magic of my family - well rather the magic my family prefers to use as we have always been proficient in it - is bound by intent and vocalization of said intent. In order to avoid unintentional use, we have created an anti-language of sorts - in which we bind our intent. A venerable Antithesis, or mirror language if you will. I only use it when other magics wont do - as it tends to drain me. I am more proficient in the long tern enchanting of objects."[/b][/color] He looked over to the side where a tray flew into the room - carrying perfectly brewed Breakfast tea, with a few biscuits and salted crackers garnished with cheeses and jams. [b][color=a2d39c]"I am sorry, but this is the best I can do for now. My mind is already strained as it is."[/color][/b] He reached out and took a cup before directing the platter to the other. [color=a2d39c][b]"As for your appearance... I have done a few studies on who might have very well been some of your peers, even some of your kings a few years ago. Decay phases me not." He[/b][/color] took a sip of the tea and groaned - sinking further into his chair.