A Hard Man to Find

[oldmanemerald]

High in the atmosphere, a small green flame glows, unseen except only by those with the exceptional vision granted to them by satellites or genetics. The green light is stationary, and within that green light is Alan Scott. He uses the ring to reach out, trying very hard to contact the man he had been trying to get a hold of for a long time. he had

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[toolateformagic]

The man in question was in a tenement house in a small town a few hours out from Star City

[oldmanemerald]

Alan looks around intently, feeling the subtle ebbs and flows of the magic the world over, trying to get a singular glimpse of-

Suddenly, something comes to him. It's a singular puff of smoke, somehow traveling farther than smoke would. It has the distinct taste of cigarettes (taste is the best way to describe it. There's no word for how Alan can tell), in an area a good distance outside of Star City. It is held together by a subtle spell, and everything about it screams 'Constantine'.

Alan drives farther into the atmosphere, the Green Flame burning brightly around him as he speeds to the source of the smoke. If anyone in the direct vicinity of the smoke were to look up, there would be another star, a bright green one, twinkling and getting bigger.

Within view of the source of the smoke, Alan slows down, allowing just enough of the flame to hover outside the window of the tenement house.

"John Constantine," he calls to the human-shaped shadow in the window. "You're a hard man to reach."

[toolateformagic]

For a moment, before the other man saw that it was him, he was going to pull a fast one. Before his face was known, he could be anyone and he might as well be any one of a thousand people at that last minute.

But the shadow shrugged and opened the window. "Been off my game," he replied, gesturing the hero inside. "Now get in here, you great glowing pillock, before you convince one of these poor wretches that you're going to abduct 'em."

Turning and moving deeper into the dark room, Constantine continued, "Reckoned I might want to stay out of things for a little until I got my head on straight." At that, the magician smirked, "But then I realized that if I ever did that, I'd just quit."

A couple wisps of smoke, tinted green by the Lantern's glow, drifted out of his nostrils as he regarded Alan. "So, all that looking. Feels weird saying it, but what do you need?" Weird because he should have known.

[oldmanemerald]

When Alan is brought into the room, Alan makes sure to keep his glow to a minimum. It's difficult to do when one is composed of pure green energy, but he keeps the glow to a minimum, trying to keep Constantine at ease so he could deliver the invitation.

"I know the feeling of being off your game. Happens when you're my age," Alan says. "but you're a younger man than I am, so you should get into the game sooner than I could."

"And that's what the invitations were for, what my visit today is for. I've decided to offer you a spot in the Justice Society. Someone of your skills and...unorthodox methods would be an asset, especially with what has been planned."