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Zatanna Zatara	The Starport shines with hope and the latest technology, both borrowed and homegrown, that Earth can offer. All brought to fruition under the leadership of Wonder Woman. It is still a wonder to the magician though she hobnobs with the heroes behind its building. The wonder being that the world's governments had stopped their deadly bickering long enough to agree to its conception, even contributing to its cost. Zatanna had opened her portal into the main public hall, picking a day when no delegations were scheduled to arrive. An invitation had been sent out to the ancient mage, Atrun-Rai and to Phoebe. She needed their eyes to scry the Starport and the ley lines running under it. Research into the area's past was in the capable hands of Lara Croft. Whether the ley lines were unsullied, carrying no resonance that would interfere with the Gateways between the Nine Realms was in hers. The magician is soberly dressed, in black pants and a tailored jacket over a business-like white oxford blouse. The click of her low-heeled boots seem loud to her in the empty hall as she paces, waiting for the two to join her for a long day of scrying.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe arrives in a more business like outfit than would be normal. A pink hair wrap and pink blouse beneath slate gray jacket and pleated skirt, with white tights and gray, knee-high laced boots. She has her worn leather backpack on, and sucking on a Dum Dum. Nerves and her oral fixation wouldn't mix well in a nice public starport and she knew Zee's opinions on her smoking.     Better safe than sorry, and she's only too happy to lend a hand after accidentally torching a section of Shadowcrest's side lawn with Charlie.     She gives a smile, and signs 'Z' in greeting.
Atrun-Rai	Somewhere in the halls of the spaceport, a restroom cubicle fills with darkness - only for a moment, the void touches the walls, dulling faintly the gleaing finish of the walls with the softest touch of entropy. Someone will need to do a little cleaning, but nothing terrible. Certainly nothing that else might occur in such environs.     Emerging from the restroom, he proceeds toward the public hall as requested - dressed, in this case, in an odd sort of costume that recalls more Mesopotamia than Manhattan, an ankle-length tunic and drape that wraps his body over one shoulder. He proceeds with staff in hand, a length of pale wood that stands strong and vital regardless of his entropic wake, tipped simply with silvery bands and a socket that holds a pyramid made of what is, at first glance, polished black stone. In this way he is dressed as he arrives in the hall, approaching his fellow magi with a nod as he does his Dark Sumerian Gandalf impression.
Zatanna Zatara	Zatanna unfolds her hands from behind her back and stops her pacing at Phoebe's appearance. Her eyes travel from the jaunty pink hair wrap and pink blouse to the thoughtful dumdum in her hand with a warm smile lifting a corner of her mouth. "So glad you could make it, Phoebe. I need your eyes and hands...ah." A chill runs up the magician's back and her smile fades as Atrun's telltale signature touches the Starport. "We have another with us today. Someone you know." Zee orients herself to the direction of his arrival and raises a hand to beckon the the dark robed Mage toward them.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe gives a smile to Zee, and gives a nod. She seems relaxed to be in Zee's presence, it was a good feeling.     Safe.     And then there's that little tinge of dark, of wrong, entropy against her Light, and her eyes go wide, her smile spreading as she also gives a wave to Atrun-Rai as he approaches, clearly happy to see him as well!
Atrun-Rai	"Good day," he calls in his pleasant voice as he approaches, looking more like a Middle Eastern Gothic Dad(tm) than the creature of darkness which he truly is. "I'm pleased to see the two of you again, certainly. The view is here much more pleasant than it is at home." He rests his hand upon his heart, making that odd little almost-mudra of greeting as he bows slightly to each woman in turn. "I hope that you are well, eh?"
Zatanna Zatara	Zee glances sideways at Phoebe, lifts a shoulder and smiles at her. Then, after giving the Mage a short bow, she returns the greeting. "I'm very glad to have you both, I must say. Glad to have your abilities by my side. We will hopefully make short work of things." Her eyes shift from Phoebe back to Atrun then back to Phoebe. "You are my poles. Negative and positive if you are willing." She holds up both hands, then temples them under her chin, "But I'm getting ahead of myself. We are going to map the ley lines under the Starport for an important project that the Asgardian Embassy is in the midst of doing. They are expanding the capacity of the Starport with Gateways that will reach the Nine Realms. A blend of technology and magic that will anchor objects that resonate between the realms and allow travel between them."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe brings her left hand up, and tries to keep her mental broadcast close.     <So we are to be part of a leyline triangulation schema?> she questions, dark eyes going wide as she gives a grin. This was something new. Her own work with energy transferrence mostly involved... large amounts of electricity and a lot... a lot... of focusing circles. This was something new.
Atrun-Rai	"I will assist as I can," states the Atlantean, nodding between the two women. "Simply tell me what you require."
Zatanna Zatara	With a practiced flip of her wrist, Zatanna conjures a map into the air, flat until another gestures lays it on a horizontal plane, transforming it into a magical hologram. From the side, the three of them can see the ocean floor and on the ocean's surface the Starport Island. Light gleams on the surface of the Starport and glitters on the surface of the ocean. With a downward tip of her hand, she reorients the map showing an aerial view of the Starport and under its four loops that resemble a clover leaf, green lines are etched on the ocean floor. Converging and crossing under the complex on the ocean floor, the tessellating lines stretch off to the curve of the earth. "This is an important geological point on Earth. And, an important magical locale. I don't think it was just happenstance that placed it here. I think we are seeing something that was destined to be, my friends. And now, we will test the ley lines for their soundness if you are willing." She looks at Atrun as she adds, "And lack of corruption."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe's arms cross as she pays attention, looking over the hologram as she marks points on it to keep her orientated if it turns over. She gives a small smile, the edges of her lips curling up, her shoulders relaxing as she gives a nod.     <The crossing of the lines is pretty strong right here, I can feel it at the botto of my skull.> Phoebe replies, and she looks up to Zee and Atrun-Rai, and she gives us a nod.     <Let's Sound the Unsounded then!>
Atrun-Rai	"Destined to be." The words ring something deep within him, and Atrun-Rai nods once at the words of the Mistress of Magic. "Please direct me, then, Magus Zatara. Let us divine what energies conjuct here."
Zatanna Zatara	"!paM snoilladeM," Zee rubs her hands together and in the palm of one hand two medallions glint metallically. "Take one, it will show you the map and help you find your marks. Just say 'map' and you will have the aerial version that you see here." Extending her hand, she touches two points on the map that hangs suspended between them, one a gleaming star, the other a dark pentagram. The glowing star will be Phoebe's position and the other yours, Mage." She focuses on the black robed man as she points to the pentagram. "I will be here in the port, as near to its center as I can be and between you two. "We will communicate by telepathy, if there are no objections?" Her blue eyes shift between her the two mages.
Phoebe Beacon	<No problem here> Phoebe replies via her own broadcast. The young mageling accepts her map and looks to the gleaming star upon it.     <Journey well!> she grins, and she turns to head off to her own position with a grin.
Atrun-Rai	Taking the medallion in hand, Atrun-Rai bows slightly to Zatanna before murmuring the activating word - the arcane magic flares, mind and vision united with its power. "I will return as soon as possible - but no telepathy, please. You will find it...unpleasant, with me. This will not take me long." And with this, he goes, the black stone atop his staff winking in the lamps as he makes his way toward the nearest corridor and the flow of power he can feel in his bones, as a river moving ever on...
Zatanna Zatara	There had been one point when Zatanna thought they might have to walk the lines physically. But, after experimenting with ley lines around her home, she had determined they could be traced from the air or in this case from the surface of the ocean and the lines still resonated with power. She imagined them as invisible walls stretching high into the air, through water and through mountains, marching between the points of power around the earth, lesser and greater. The Pyramids, Uluru, Mount Kilmajaro, Todai-ji in Japan...Conduits of magic some dark, some light. <Tell me when you arrive, Phoebe.> A redundancy, perhaps. She would feel the Mage Atrun's arrival at his destination as well as Phoebe's.
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe's Light arrives along the leyline's path, and she comes to her location. The pink-and-gray clad Mage replies along the telepathic link: <I have arrived!>     She breathes out, feeling the pull of the rides along the line, and she gives a little 'knock' against the leyline, her own feelings of warmth and light eminating from her, the energy of the pink wings that hold her aloft as she floats over the sea, the wind ruffling through her hairwrap.
Atrun-Rai	As for the Atlantean, Atrun-Rai feels the threads of entropy swirling through the otherwise innocent energy of the line that he tracks - years of pollution and shipwrecks will do that, diluting even the purest line of power with the ink of decay. Eventually, he walks along to the edge of the starport - and keeps going, treading air with the softest whisper of a word of power as swiftly as if it were the polished surface of the pads. These seas he knows, after all; they were a friend to his ancient people, even though they were made to swallow them whole. And then a step turns into a stride, until it becomes the seven-league stride of ancient infamy.     Which is where he finds its place, the source from which it wells, some ten miles away from the spaceport platform. With the butt of his staff, still living wood, he sends a pulse down along the current to where Zatanna stands, a gently push that rides the extant entropy with a presence that can only be his -- so built from alien dimensions, yet warm and human all at once.
Zatanna Zatara	Atrun-Rai and Phoebe become Zatanna's pole stars guiding her powers along the ley lines. Each of them pulse the energy unique to their psyche and magic. Zee's magical senses translate their magic into terms that her conscious mind can focus on. Phoebe's magic flashes like the sun cresting the horizon at dawn, sending waves of light vibrating toward her. It sings along the line, telling her that despite the attrition of time and accidents, it is essentially whole. The harmonics hum along the line, chanting that all is right in the world. The Atlantean Mage's pulse sneaks along the ley line like a denizen from the deepest darkness of the ocean, unmarked until an apparition of teeth snaps at her ankles. Holding steady as the maelstrom of chaos reaches her requires all her skill. One slip and entropy would scatter the beautiful weave of Order that is the basis of her magic. His pulse tells her where there are points of weakness. Someone ill wishing the Starport could use those points to anchor wards or spells that could trap travelers from other realms. She marks the magical map suspended before her with each weakness. Phoebe's light colors it golden and the points of decay are smudges of grey.
Zatanna Zatara	Atrun-Rai and Phoebe become Zatanna's pole stars, guiding her powers along the ley lines. Each of them pulse the energy unique to their psyche and magic. Zee's magical senses translating their magic into terms that her conscious mind can focus on.
Zatanna Zatara	Atrun-Rai and Phoebe become Zatanna's pole stars, guiding her powers along the ley lines. Each of them pulse the energy unique to their psyche and magic. Zee's magical senses translating their magic into terms that her conscious mind can focus on. Phoebe's magic flashes like the sun cresting the horizon at dawn, sending waves of light vibrating toward her. It sings along the line, telling her that despite the attrition of time and accidents, it is essentially whole. The harmonics hum along the line, chanting that all is right in the world. The Atlantean Mage's pulse sneaks along the ley line like a denizen from the deepest darkness of the ocean, unmarked until an apparition of teeth snaps at her ankles. Holding steady as the maelstrom of chaos reaches her requires all her skill. One slip and entropy would scatter the beautiful weave of Order that is the basis of her magic. His pulse tells her where there are points of weakness. Someone ill wishing the Starport could use those points to anchor wards or spells that could trap travelers from other realms. Zee marks the magical map suspended before her with each weakness. Phoebe's light colors it golden and the points of decay are smudges of grey. Respecting Atrun-Rai's injunction against telepathy, she marks the map with a flashing point of green indicating the next point to test. A grin audible in her thoughts, Zee sends, <That went really well, Phoebe. Onward! Only 6 more to go.>
Phoebe Beacon	<It tingles. Is it supposed to tingle?> Phoebe replies to Zatanna, her wings giving a flap as she turns and goes to her next position on the map.     Once arriving, Phoebe taps into the leyline, and she breathes out, holding her wings steady as she stills over the ocean below her. Sh efeels the line hum with the life that it's been touching, that passes through it, from lowly phytoplankton to deer in North America, ants and termites in Africa, and even the great heartbeat of an ancient whale, its calls too low for her human ears but she feels vibrating against her chest. There's no words the mute mage could find to explain what it feels like on her end, connecting to its humming presence.     She holds the line, listening to the music of the Web of Life, touching upon it like a feather on breath with her Light and sense of wonder as counter point, listening to the heartbeat.
Atrun-Rai	The ravening mouths of the beings which he now serves reach out through him, in essence, tasting the waters in places, sniffing at the webs of power that crisscross the seabed. Somewhere down there, one of their own lies slumbering in the ages-forgotten tomb that was once the vibrant wizard's city of R'lyeh. He moves on quickly to shift the attention of those slavering beings, feeling another in the web that centers on the spaceport location, to which he steps through the thin skin of reality to another vein. Barely any corruption here; the monster-gods recede, unable to feed, and now he walks it in toward the station with a pulse to let Zatanna know he's on the way.
Zatanna Zatara	<It is different for everyone. It fizzes for me. Like taking a bath in soda water...do it long enough and you become a bubble reflecting a rainbow of light, evanescent and eternal.> Buoyed by their powers each of them float reading the ley lines criss-crossing into a nexus under the Starport. Each complete line, uncorrupted by the forces detectable to Atrun's senses and singing purely to Phoebe's light is lit on the map. They move around the compass points, feeding their discoveries to Zatanna who scries their meanings. Hours pass until they have touched every line that passes under the Starport. The map lights up and shines like a lamp. Their work is done.
Phoebe Beacon	<Evanescent -- isn't that the band that did that My Immortal song? I remember that being on the Jukebox in the bar.> Phoebe recounts as she moves.     Hours go by, each line touched, and Phoebe returns, a little riddled by dried salt, and her hair wrap stuffed into a pocket.
Atrun-Rai	Riding the current of the ley line, Atrun-Rai arrives as he did before - taking those strides that become miles-long before arriving at the station once more. Crossing the platform he heads for the center hall once more, wondering if this was what it was like in the last days of his homeland, islands of civilization slowly succumbing to the sea. Or did the dark ones behind the Veil consume it at once? He knows, ultimately, that the death of the world will not be a swift one.     And with these melancholy thoughts in mind he arrives where the others stand, lifting his hand in deceptively cheerful greeting. Always a smile, has Atrun-Rai. What's the worst that could happen to him at this point?
Zatanna Zatara	The map revolves in space, light flashing off the matrix of lines under the Starport. "I hope you both know that you did the work of seven mages in one day. You deserve to be pampered and cosseted. Thank you." Uncurling a hand, she gestures to the map, "Instinct built the Starport on this spot. It will be a good anchor for the Gateways that will be built in the coming year." She flashes them both a scintillating smile, "Dinner and drinks, anywhere in the world on me!"