Zatanna didn't know two words of Japanese, but she knew trouble when she saw it.
'Party's here!' She relayed over the psychic link as she spotted one at the door. She held her place, pretending not to have noticed him-- for now. The chandelier crashed down and the homeowner scrambled away... and right towards the deathtrap. Zatanna extended her hands towards the assassin.
"Egnahc sehtolc otni sgnidnib!"
--
Omi watched carefully from the rafters, his crossbow drawn and ready at hand. With Youji at the door, there weren't many avenues of escape, but that didn't mean he could let his guard down. Especially with that little rib from Youji. Boss indeed. If only he would actually treat him like one once in a while...! Sigh.
He turned his attention to the girl on stage. What most struck him about her was that she wasn't Japanese. Where was she from? Why was she here? Was she the daughter of one of his clients perhaps? It seemed odd, sickening even, that she would be here and performing when there were other girls just like her, her same age, that this man was abducting and selling overseas.
The chandelier fell. The small crowd scattered in chaos with the target heading right where he should. Then the girl chanted something and-- oh god what the everloving hell?! Youji's clothes...!
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'Party's here!' She relayed over the psychic link as she spotted one at the door. She held her place, pretending not to have noticed him-- for now. The chandelier crashed down and the homeowner scrambled away... and right towards the deathtrap. Zatanna extended her hands towards the assassin.
"Egnahc sehtolc otni sgnidnib!"
--
Omi watched carefully from the rafters, his crossbow drawn and ready at hand. With Youji at the door, there weren't many avenues of escape, but that didn't mean he could let his guard down. Especially with that little rib from Youji. Boss indeed. If only he would actually treat him like one once in a while...! Sigh.
He turned his attention to the girl on stage. What most struck him about her was that she wasn't Japanese. Where was she from? Why was she here? Was she the daughter of one of his clients perhaps? It seemed odd, sickening even, that she would be here and performing when there were other girls just like her, her same age, that this man was abducting and selling overseas.
The chandelier fell. The small crowd scattered in chaos with the target heading right where he should. Then the girl chanted something and-- oh god what the everloving hell?! Youji's clothes...!
"Youji-kun!"
...So much for staying a secret.