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[afriendtosell]

WHO: John Constantine (afriendtosell ) and EVERYONE EVER.
WHERE: EVERYWHERE. (See below)
WHEN: 5/25/11
WARNINGS: NONE THUS FAR...
SUMMARY: John in the city, getting CR like a pro.
FORMAT: [ Quick like this. ]

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[afriendtosell]

Stone the fucking crows!

[ He damn near runs headfirst into her. ]

Are you daft woman?! [ He clutches at his chest. ] Don't go frigid on a bloke if you're actually fucking interest in what he has t'say!

[fantasycliche]

[ just gonna go ahead and completely ignore that! and she's watching him a little intently. ]

Well? What sort of magic is strong enough to pose a threat to the Porter?

[afriendtosell]

Bollocks to that, you mad bird. I don't have fuck-all to say to you.

[ He's going to try and move past her now. ]

[fantasycliche]

[ NUH UH she'll just be scooting over to stand firmly in his way, looking ready to very convincingly cosplay a solid brick wall. ]

The sooner you talk to me, the sooner I'll leave you alone.

[afriendtosell]

You don't want to play this game with me.

[ And he's readying a curse just in case she tries anything funny. ]

[fantasycliche]

[ She doesn't look ready to attack or anything, just raises her eyebrows expectantly. She has, of course, every right to demand this sort of information (in her little world). ]

[afriendtosell]

You going to move at any point in time?

[fantasycliche]

I've already told you the conditions under which I leave you alone. It's really up to you.

[afriendtosell]

[ And he's working up some magic.... ]

Why so interested?

[fantasycliche]

[ Both arms fold over her chest, and she delivers an exasperated look. She's got a spell in the back of her mind for a protective shield, but more important than that-- ]

You can't introduce yourself as someone's best ticket home and then expect anyone planning on getting there not to be interested. Or were you lying?

[afriendtosell]

Seeing as it's a sodding free country, I think I can.

[ Magic is unwraveliiiiiing all around them. You can probably feel it by now. ]

Move.

[fantasycliche]

[ Oh, she can feel it. IT FEELS LIKE A CHALLENGE. And, eyes narrowing, she's about to take him up on it, but --

...But that isn't a very good way to get information out of someone. Ugh. Stupid logic.

So in a second or two she steps to the side, lips tight. Moving so little has never been so difficult. ]

[afriendtosell]

Knew you'd see the light, luv.

[ He tries to give her a quick peck on the cheek as he moves past, then, the illusion of himself he'd been crafting for the past couple of minutes begins to dissipate... ]

[fantasycliche]

[ what. what! that sort of thing is supposed to be her trick. Frustration welling up all over again, but-- not worth it. A guy like this is better alive than dead, if she can watch him closely enough.

So she'll let him go, for real this time. For now. ]