John Constantine / Nyx Ulric
It was weird this bright desert city called Sin City that Clint had sent out the message about. Though why any one person would want to visit a place called Sin City was a loss to Nyx. Though after a conversation with Valkyrie and they were to meet up later but for the time being, Nyx thought he would adventure on his own. Leaving his weapons behind, despite his best discretion, but he figured it'd be wisest this time.
The first place he found had lions and was bright and loud. Nyx already hated it, though he would investigate closer.
Pocket full of homemade melted down gold coins, Nyx figured he could cash them in here for this worlds currency, whatever Sin Cities currency was, and be able to have himself a good time. That was when he heard a voice that he wasn't quite familiar with. Turning his body toward the voice, Nyx's brow raised up. He knew the man, well more of the man.
A smile draped over his lips as he pointed. "I've seen you around." Nyx commented. Of course it's you. Though Nyx kept his face friendly. There needed to be no ill will towards the other man. That served no purpose. Extending out his hand. "Nyx, Nyx Ulric." He offered a polite smile.