Sometimes, it's best to just run...

[mucous_magus]

They say that there's always a bigger fish. That no matter how bad something is, there's always a bigger bad, a better monster, a more Evil evil

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[messrs_c_and_v]

Stepping one pace forward, two feet to John's left, and looking directly ahead of himself, Mr. Croup checks the fobwatch hanging off the front of his jacket. "Damn trains are never on time, are they, my good fellow?"

And then he turns his head to the right, and smiles. "Holidaying, Mr. Constantine? Taking a vacation? A sojourn from your regular daily activity? Perhaps to a warm island off of Iberia, or mayhap a ski trip in Scandinavia? I must confess you do not appear to have packed much in the way of luggage."

[messrs_c_and_v]

A shadow at John's right suddenly looms over him. "Not much at all, Mr. Croup. Looks like Mr. Constantine is making a quick getaway."

[messrs_c_and_v]

"A getaway, Mr. V? But from what? That is the question, the conumdrum and the query. Perhaps Mr. Constantine would care to enlighten us." Mr. Croup turns fully to look at John now, smile fixed in place, and revealing horribly yellow teeth.

[mucous_magus]

"Wouldn't be from you two, rest assured."

He takes a quick look at the exits, and takes a mental inventory of what he has on him--and what quick bits of magic could get him out of here. If he could just get on a train...