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WHO: John Constantine & OPEN
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, mostly
WHEN: anytime in March
WHAT: Magic! Drinking! CR building in general.
WARNINGS: nudity, chicken blood, alcohol, eta nsfw in the thread with Bob

[Maurtia Falls #007]

Currently, Constantine is standing outside of his housing in Maurtia Falls on whatever passes for a front lawn and it's fairly dark—which is probably a good thing, considering he's not wearing any clothing and is covered in chicken blood. Hey, he's trying not to make a mess in the house, alright? He's such a considerate housemate, really. (Hopefully any passing cops will see it that way.) Plus, being outside beneath a full moon helps with the general ambiance. The 'general ambiance' of what one might ask (if you dare) and if anyone stops and watches, it might become apparent to some that he's casting a spell, standing in a protective circle of what might be flour (but probably isn't), chanting first in English-

"Hear me, most Unnameable of Devourers who guardeth the Eternal Gateway! I seek an audience with one in your embrace!" Which is followed by a few commanding-sounding phrases in Old Aramaic (rinse, repeat)—although... nothing appears to be actually happening.

[Maurtia Falls; some dive bar]

In more clothed circumstances, John can be found at his home-away-from-home, aka a neighborhood bar, where he's just about halfway through a bottle of whiskey, an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the bar in front of him, brooding ~~sexily~~.

Or alternately, catch him relating a story to the bartender and anyone else who might be sitting close by-

"You call that fun? Fun is when your ex-girlfriend who's currently a nun shoots you in the gut and leaves you at the mercy of an Invunche, and in order to survive, you're forced to invite a demon king to possess you, and after you go on a murder spree, you get locked up in a Mexican prison with time running out and very little 'ope of an exorcism. Now that was a fun weekend."

[Wildcard] Create your own starter and John will be there!

[Disclaimer: both of the above scenarios shamelessly inspired by NBC's Constantine. Prefer brackets? Go for it!]

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He has no idea who Maalik is, although he has a guess about who this First of the Fallen is supposed to be. Which is a fair point, he wouldn't have wanted to catch any of his demons sleeping on the job.

But he doesn't need to tell Constantine that.

"Him? I don't fear him. What's he going to do to me?"

John has to raise his eyebrows a little at that display of naiveté.

"You 'ave to ask, do yeh? You're even more of an idiot than I thought you were. But that's beside the point, really—what I'd like 'ere, is to talk to Masher is he's around, so give 'im a shout, would yeh? There's a good demon."

"I'm not your errand boy." He doesn't know what kind of demons Constantine's used to communicating with, but the ones he knows act like this. "Summon him next time."

John frowns in confusion. "Do what now? You of all people should know that's not gonna work in 'is case—"

And then he pauses abruptly, folding his arms. "Alright, that's it. You're not Maalik... who the bloody hell are you?"

Well. It was fun while it lasted. But now it seems that he has to step out of his hiding place and make himself known. And he might as well switch back to English for this part.

"Do you know a lot of people who speak Aramaic?" Just how many people could have tried to fool him that way?

When Lucifer reveals himself, John rolls his eyes and snorts. "I bloody well should've known." It had seemed a little too good to be true that he'd finally communicated outside this dimension.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

Just... not here.

"I may have asked the wrong person that question." What else would a demon hunter (or anyone with a serious interest in the occult) speak? Especially when trying to...

"Is there a reason you're summoning demons?"

"Funny I should be summoning a demon and look who shows up," John remarks pointedly before moving on to the actual question.

"Just felt like 'aving a little chat. It's been a while." And just to see if he could.

"I'm not a demon," Lucifer reminds him, although he doesn't know why he's bothering because Constantine never listens to anything he says anyway.

"You hunt them. Why do you want to chat with them?"

"Yeah-yeah-yeah." He waves a dismissive hand. Some people are just in so much denial.

"Oh, I've got a buddy down there—his name's Masher. You know 'im?"

There's nothing to deny here because he's telling the truth. Which he always does.

"Haven't had the pleasure."

"Possibly he's a bit after your time." Although it's also possible that Lucifer's not personally acquainted with every demon in his former kingdom. "He's a soul trade information broker."

"There are no demons after my time." They're not exactly reproducing anymore. Though they'll probably have to at some point, as the population of Hell continues to grow.

"I don't trade in souls."

"It would seem you're just a bit outta touch, aren't yeh now? Things are different under the current Triumvirate."

John pauses, wiping a bit of dripping blood out of his eye. "They're always making new demons mate, and souls 'ave ever been big business for 'em."

"Souls have never been a business for me. And I banned human possession centuries ago." Just in case there's going to be a debate about how things work in Hell.

"I don't know who this Triumvirate is, but that's not how things go for me."

John, as usual, is unimpressed by that.

"Right, good for you, mate. It's getting pretty clear at this point we're talking about different Earths, yeah? And yours seems a bit on the dull side, if you catch my drift."

"To you, maybe. I like my Earth just fine." It's the people on it who matter to him, not the Earth itself, but the duller it is, the safer they are.