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[squashesdoves]

WHO: John Constantine and Aziraphale and Natasha Romanova, sitting, uh, under a tree, gathered around a bloodstain...
WHAT: SO I HEARD SOMEONE WAS KILLED ROUND THESE PARTS
WHERE: Stark Memorial Gardens
WHEN: This afternoon, at around teatime.
WARNINGS: MURDER MOST FOUL, the discussion of. Bonding over mutilated bodies?? Tea.

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[thelaughingmage]

John looked up sharply. "Here's a surprise. Would've thought you'd seen enough o' this place."

Despite Aziraphale's brave attempt, there was no denying why John was here. It wasn't that he was doing anything indicative; on the contrary, he had in fact been sitting there looking at nothing in particular and thinking. But at times he had a way of taking on an ominous quality almost mystical in its sense of foreboding.

And as omens went, he was 100% pure stormcrow.

Of course he'd been brooding over the murders, just as Aziraphale's jumpiness and misery made no question what'd led him back here. "Can't let it go, eh?"

[squashesdoves]

"Yes, well," said Aziraphale. "Blood's a natural adhesive, it can make it quite difficult to loosen one's grip."

He dragged his gaze away from the woods to focus on Constantine, who had a distinctly contemplative expression. Aziraphale wondered briefly what he was thinking, and smiled tightly.

"Trying your hand at detective work, my dear?"

[thelaughingmage]

"Like to stay in practice

with a bonus long, pointless footnote 8)

[squashesdoves]

Aziraphale listened carefully to John's description of the victims, and remembered the hand that Kirk had found, which had indeed had a ring on its finger, and was privately inclined to concur with John's half-bitter, half-regretful assessment of their ends[1