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John Constantine (satanicmajesty) wrote in entrywaythreads,
@ 2021-02-27 20:16:00

Entry tags:

john constantine, lucifer

Who: Lucifer and John Constantine.
Where: The Songbird
What: Curiosity calls for some investigation.
When: Monday the 1st of March. Night time.
Rating: TBD. Probably swearing at the very least.
Open: No.
Status: Ongoing.

John had felt drawn to the club that evening. At first he didn't know why but he knew he needed to walk through those doors. It was funny how he always found himself exactly where he needed to be, even if it didn't seem obvious right away. Even if he found himself at the wrong end of a beating or in a tough situation, it was always for a reason. It always lead him to some sort of mystery, some sort of puzzle or problem that needed solving. Some magical, horrid thing that needed to be put to rest. Synchronicity waveriding was a risking thing but he always went with the flow. Eventually.

This time around? John really should have known better. He knew from the moment his hand touched the door. A familiar feeling ran up his spine, up to shock the base of his skull. He shook it off and flicked away the last of his cigarette into the street behind him before walking into the club. With all of his confidence, he strolled in, head held high. He wore the collar up on his long tan coloured trenchcoat which seemed to add to his look giving him an air of arrogance. Not that he needed the coat for that. All he needed to was smile. Cock his head to the side. Well, really all he needed to do was exist. He had a smugness about him that most found insufferable. Understandably.

John walked over to the bar and ordered himself a Gin and Tonic. His head turned to the sound of piano and that was when he knew. Once he had his drink, he smiled and nodded to the bartender before heading in the direction of the music. He smiled to himself when he saw that familiar face.
"Luci. Fancy meeting you here?" he smirked.

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ungelic
2021-03-02 04:26 pm UTC (link)

"Johnny Constan-tyne," Lucifer never sounded pleased to see him. There was always some crisis at hand, a favor to ask, it was never hello, hi, how are you?. His voice held a certain tone that suggested he was about at his limit for niceties, his fingers hit the keys of the song a little hard. Habits by Tove Lo playing over the noise of the bar. Most people stopped to listen, but more stopped to ask him for a helping hand. He was stuck here. Just like everyone else. "One no was not enough, eh? What's brought you to me this time?"

Everyone wanted something from the Devil. Purgatory was supposed to be his charge. Michael looked like a tax accountant that couldn't get his tie on straight. He'd have preferred to see his own hunchbacked brother, but this one was less bent on revenge. Or so it seemed. Lucifer wouldn't be totally surprised if there was an all out brawl at some point. It was inevitable.

He took up his drink, eyes flashing red before settling into those dark, soulless things that left you feeling on the edge of something. Maybe Connie was here to simply converse. Lucifer didn't make room for him on the piano bench. There was plenty of space around him, he was counting on the man to lean against his piano. Which was totally his now, Lucifer claimed it. Thank you and shove off. "Fancy meeting me anywhere. A lot of people would relish the opportunity."

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satanicmajesty
2021-03-03 05:50 am UTC (link)

John smirked to himself as he strolled over towards the piano, stopping to lean against it casually. He watched him and waited patiently before replying, "Constan-teen. And for once I'm not here on business. Can't really say I'm relishing this moment though, but here we are". He paused to take a drink, swirling the remaining liquid around the glass once he was done.

He didn't act remotely phased towards Lucifers eyes flashing red, nor did he let the others tone bother him. They could frankly be as bad as one another. And John did love winding people up. It didn't matter if they were human, demon, angel or anything else. John frankly either didn't care or acted like he didn't. He wore a mask that rarely came down for most people. Save perhaps Aphrodite.

"I can't imagine being here agrees with you terribly, Luci. Can't really believe you've let Mikey boy remain as mayor though" he said, breathing in through his teeth sharply and shaking his head.

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ungelic
2021-03-03 03:47 pm UTC (link)

"And yet, you're leaning against my piano, Connie," Lucifer nearly smiled, failing to find any sort of humor in his own words these days. Anyone could wind Lucifer up if they knew the right buttons to press.

Mikey was one of them. He didn't have a problem with this Michael. It was quite the opposite. He was amused by the Archangel's struggle, wondering when his next tantrum would be was a bet he'd gladly take. Still, Purgatory was sort of his thing. A boring job shepherding all those lost souls. Lucifer rather liked encouraging them to do whatever they liked.

His fingers never stopped moving along the keys as he thought on it. The mayor sounded like a job for a puppet. Lucifer was no puppet. That would have to change. Hubris had always been his biggest downfall. King sounded like a healthier option to his ego. King of Purgatory. Blah, blah. "Michael belongs behind a desk. He rather looks the part, yes? One of those skinny office types with a clip on tie," Lucifer took up his drink, finding the glass woefully empty.

Just his luck. John Constantine and an empty glass. Lucifer was thinking up campaign posters to fill in the blanks.

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satanicmajesty
2021-03-04 05:44 am UTC (link)

Connie? That one annoyed him maybe even a teensy bit more than Johnny and Constantyn. Instead of showing how annoyed he was, he just smirked, eyes narrowing slightly. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he glanced from the piano back to Lucifer.

"Suppose it might keep him busy" John relied with a shrug. He knew Michael. At least, he knew the version in Gehenna a little bit better than Lucifer and that was a very odd thought. Of course, Lucifer would know his version even better. Just like John knew more about the Angels and Demons from his Earth than he did the ones wandering Gehenna, and no doubt more were going to show up. Gods, Angels, Demons... John at least knew how to deal with them more than people. Those types were ore predictable. Easy to mess around with. People? Well they were just bastards.

John looked to Lucifers empty glass. It wasn't like Lucifer was going to need his help getting him a drink and John was hardly likely to offer, or even go fetch him one. He owed him nothing. But in Johns mind, Lucifer still owed him something. He bit the inside of his lip, mouth closed as he considered what to say next. He brought his glass to his lips and took a slow and deliberate sip first.

"So what are you drinking then, Luci?" he asked with that cheeky smirk.

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ungelic
2021-03-04 06:04 am UTC (link)

Lucifer eyed him.

Constantine was an open book, whether he liked it or not. He never showed up without a purpose. His debt to the man was repaid in full: end of story. Offering Lucifer a drink was just trying to butter the Devil up for something. He grunted in response.

Very unsophisticated, but Lucifer was out of etiquette. Torn from his world, tossed back into the pit and again into this. He was grumpy to say the least, bristling at every half-hearted apology and grovel. “No, I’m capable of retrieving my own beverages,” and he trusted John about as far as he could throw him. After the first attempt to re-cage him, Lucifer checked all of his drinks.

His fingers stopped dancing along the keys, chin turned to Constantine. “What are you smirking at? You want something, don’t you? Everyone wants something.”

He heard everyone loud and clear here. They wanted out. They even begged him. “Out with it.”

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satanicmajesty
2021-03-04 06:42 am UTC (link)

"I wasn't offering. Just wondered what you were drinking" he replied, before taking another casual sip from his drink. So long as the drinks remained free, John was happy. Even if he had to pay for a few, he didn't mind. He'd managed to acquire quite a few more soul coins since he had arrived. Some through gambling, some through the art of the con. There was a reason some people in England called him Con Job.

John smile remained, watching Lucifer carefully. He watched the way his fingers moved along the keys before stopping, eyes sweeping up to meet Lucifers. And even after being asked, he still smiled. Something about the other mans tone of voice just brought a bit of cheer to the Scousers soul.

"As far as we're concerned, you're still owe me something. A favour. I hadn't fancied calling it in yet though" he added. In his timeline he had yet to call in the favour owed to him. He had met another Lucifer since who claimed the debt had been paid and he hoped he wasn't about to be met with the same message. No doubt he would be.

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ungelic
2021-03-04 04:44 pm UTC (link)

“Blah blah, Oliver Queen. Who cares? The blonde that was with you was a bit skinny, but I could work with that? Bit of a sass. Ringing any bells or has Purgatory taken your memory?”

Lucifer wasn’t in the business of owing anyone anything. Made him look bad as the King of Deals. He turned his attention to the bar and like magic, someone came over to refill his glass. “No favors, Connie,” his smile went devilishly wide, “but I could be moved if your case strikes my fancy.”

He stared down into his newly refilled glass, overcome by an intense unwelcome desire to plant his ass back on his throne. He was virtually as useless as Michael here. Short of coming up with ways to rile his not-brother brother up, Lucifer was stuck at this piano. Unusually unkempt, hair mussed, sans tie and missing his top buttons. He only remembered the slight annoyance standing there with a smug smile stretched across his lips.

“How does Purgatory find you, John?” John. Not Connie, Constantyne, or Johnny. “Venus and Mars converging, how lucky for you. Aphrodite, is it?” There. Change of subject. No more favors. No more deals. “What do you think about me as King of Purgatory? Mayor seems so dull.”

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satanicmajesty
2021-03-05 08:35 am UTC (link)

So this Lucifer was from his future... An annoying revelation. He wasn't sure which blonde he was talking about but he certainly knew Oliver Queen. And from he had picked up from both Lucifers was that Oliver did not have a particularly bright future ahead of him. Not overly surprising given what sort of things he got up to, the sorts of people Oliver ended up fighting with. John had tried to help and protect him before. No doubt he would again.

John tried to hold bac the look of disappointment from his face, choosing to focus on the person who came over to refill Lucifers glass. While he wasn't looking at his company, he was at least listening. Lucifer was fairly hard to ignore. His words, enticing. His tones enough to either irritate or intrigue and often both.

Before the bartender could leave, John drained the last of his drink and held out the glass for a refill. He smiled and winked at the mousy haired woman and turned his gaze back to Lucifer.
"Oh, you know me, mate. I'm just fine. I always find a way to get comfy if I have to" he said confidently. "What? Do you fancy bossing Michael around? I mean, if the crooked crown fits, you could always claim your throne" he smirked. "I don't give a toss either way" he shrugged.

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ungelic
2021-03-09 07:54 am UTC (link)

Lucifer didn’t care for fibbers.

Constantine had a way of twisting half truths, but Lucifer never failed to notice a look of disappointment. He observed his interaction with the girl, the added wink even leaving the Devil to scramble for thought. He missed a certain mousy haired girl. The Detective. He played songs for her on this piano, knowing they wouldn’t reach where she was.

Part of him wanted desperately to cling to the idea that he’d see her again in some grandiose entry back into the world. He was here now, banging on keys that were slightly off no matter how many times you tuned them.

This place was only mildly irritating. He spoke to John as if he’d been thinking on the subject the entire time. King of Purgatory. Lucifer rolled his shoulders, his wings unfurling behind him. There was no use in hiding them here, people walked up to him like it wasn’t a big deal that you were face to face with the most hated being in the universe. “Oh, I bet you do, Johnny,” Lucifer said through a smile, “This Michael doesn’t wear my face. Sort of not my problem, but always my problem. Such a stick in the mud, that one. Almost makes you want to find out how to test his limits.”

Of course Lucifer was always a firm believer in, “maybe he needs a good fuck,” not that he was suggesting the responsibility fell on him. Definitely not. At all. Ever. “Definitely needs a helping hand.”

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satanicmajesty
2021-03-13 04:43 pm UTC (link)

John smiled and nodded at the bartender as she walked away, pleased with his newly refilled glass. There was no chance he was going to end up paying for any of his drinks, so long as he could help it at least.

"I might know a few ways on how to test those limits" John replied smoothly. And he did. He had experience with Michael. He had known him for some time. A couple of years? Something like that. Time worked strangely when shifting between different universes. John and Michael had something of a rivalry. A feud which didn't vanish the moment they both arrived in purgatory.

"After all, me and this particular Mikey boy have known each other for some time now" he added, fairly confident in his knowledge. Confident that he had something that Lucifer might want. Well, John was fairly certain he had a few things that the fallen angel would want, but he wasn't going to rush into offering anything if he could avoid it.

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ungelic
2021-03-15 07:36 am UTC (link)

Lucifer began tapping at an irritatingly high note on the piano.

The Devil got to his feet, his head tipped to one side. John knew something about Michael, but that didn't bother him. It was Constantine trying to hold something over his head. From pinnacle to the pit, his crown may have been a little crooked, but he still commanded a certain level of respect. Lucifer took up his glass, putting his faith into a shot of illusion. He rolled his shoulders, his feathers ruffling behind him.

"Have you, Johnny?" He towered over him, his eyes hyperfocused on the scoundrel. "Arrogance is unbecoming, did you know that? Michael doesn't concern me here. I've no reason to toss the brown noser off his throne. I hope it gives him some small taste of what Daddy Dearest put me through."

His gaze swept over Constantine, his lips curving into a pleased smile. "You want another drink, Connie? Let's get another. See where the night takes us."

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satanicmajesty
2021-03-21 02:38 am UTC (link)

Arrogance unbecoming? John thought it was a little funny hearing those words from Lucifer's lips. It didn't break the smile on his face either. It remained stubbornly, amused by what was going on. How could he not be? Oh, of course he was a bit annoyed about the favour being repaid already but he was sure they'd be in one anothers debts eventually. Especially with them both being stuck in Gehenna. John would need his help with something and a part of him hoped that the same would be said about the Fallen one.

John watched him, that little smile lingering on his lips. Without breaking eye contact, John knocked back his newly refilled drink. He lips curled downward briefly, more in response to the alcohol than anything else, before that little smile returned.

"Oh you know me, always up for another drink" he said, gesturing with his empty glass. "By all means, lead the way" he added, gesturing ahead of them.

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