19 puffs of smoke.

[lullabyoflondon]

[voice post]

[Same noises of churning gears and endless ticking as in the previous post.]

I hate this fucking City. I hate these fucking gods. I hate this fucking clock.

I want my bleeding cigarettes--

What's this?

Ha. I knew I'd find something like this eventually. Dare I pull the switch? It might mean the end of the worlds, you know--well,

Comments

Does he want a celestial hand?

[againstgod]

It was a noble effort, John Constantine.

He could use one, yes ~_~

[lullabyoflondon]

Noble and me don't usually go together, love. Maybe that's why it ended with me in a fucking tree.

1/2

[againstgod]

Mm.

Many winged female angel to the rescue~

[againstgod]

[Aura is easy to track. Flies to his location and eeaches for his foot, setting him down.]

Rescued~

[lullabyoflondon]

[Staggers as he's returned to the ground and takes a moment to regain his balance and rub at his head.]

Ugh.

...Thanks, love. For some kind of angel you're all right.

:D

[againstgod]

Fallen kind.

[Her wings vanished. Her attention is here and on Kira, the "second" Lucifer, today whom seemed to be "busy" with Setsuna]

What happened?

[lullabyoflondon]

I won't judge if you won't.

[Shrugs, reaches for his pocket out of reflex to take out his cigarettes, comes up with an empty packet, stares mournfully at them.]

Fuck me...I wished myself into the clock last midnight and spent the whole fucking day wandering around looking for a way out. Then I pulled a lever and found myself hanging from the tree here.

I need me fags and about a week of sleep.

[againstgod]

[Also shrugs, she's not going around thinking herself holy. She has no right.

Leaning on the tree, she crosses her arms in a manly fashion]

Tired? Mm. Come closer.

[She will allow her positive aura clear his thoughts and tiredness. His testimony is too valuable for him to forget details after a week of sleep.]

[lullabyoflondon]

[Eyes her dubiously for a moment. She may seem to be on his side so far, but he's had long, rough experience with more-than-human beings. Still, he's too weary to protest, so he does as she asks.]

...that does feel better. Ta.

[againstgod]

[She spreads her aura, reaching with a hand without touching him.]

What did you see?

[lullabyoflondon]

[He knew this was coming, but still he gives Alexiel a measured look. Oh, the hell with it; they're in this together as much as he'll allow.]

It was bigger on the inside than out, much bigger. But it was all halls and gears. There's nothing useful there. Not yet.

[A beat.]

I left something in there, though--maybe later, when we know more, I can use it to get back in touch.

[againstgod]

When the clock wasn't beyond our reach, Uriel and a mortal man called D inspected it. I wonder how much it changed.

[She lifts her eyebrows, both of them. The "gods" let that slip?]

What did you left?

[lullabyoflondon]

Wonder why they bothered walling it off, then--there wasn't anything in there to see.

[Smirks.]

A disposable lighter with a rune of binding scratched into it. I'll wait a while, then try to reach out for it. Maybe I can learn more then.

But until then, I think we're better off learning about the gods instead of the bloody clock.

[againstgod]

Because the mechanism could have been tampered. Many did. Didn't I tell you this?

[Nods.]

Mm. That would have been a wish, but I wasn't affected.

[lullabyoflondon]

Yeah, I s'pose they hid the bastard mechanism from me this time around.

[A beat.]

All I wished for was to know this City's secrets. What makes it tick. But I have the feeling the curse was the nasty kind of genie. The one where you've got to phrase your wishes careful like.

Right now I just wish for some fucking cigarettes.

[againstgod]

Wishes are always dangerous for many reasons.

[Cigarettes are easy to create for a high angel, a small miracle, a little of organic force replenish John's empty box]

Even this one. They will kill you.