John Constantine (worksbestalone_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-06-01 12:16:00 |
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Current music: | Final Fantasy 9 Piano Collection: Bran Bal, the City of Lost Souls |
Who: Suzume Thorsdóttir and John Constantine
Where: The New York Sanctum, The Portal
What: The aftermath of returning stolen items
When: Saturday, some time during the day
Rating: Swearing, probably.
Open: Closed
Status: Finished
John knew he should have conned his way out of things again. That he shouldn't have gone back. But he wanted to ask questions and hopefully in turn, get some answers. Thankfully he had been able to copy as much of the content from the books he had stolen in the time he had them. But he as going to have to give the ring back before he could truly work out its potential. It was frustrating. Not just being trapped on the station but being even more alone than he was used to. Back home, he had Chaz. He had Zed... He could turn to folks like Ritchie, and then later on, he had the Legends. Oliver Queen too... Most of them had debts to call in that John probably owed them and he was glad to be away from that at least. But having some support was a safety net he no longer had. John was desperate. Not only for answers but more he could add to his magic arsenal. More he could use to potentially do all the things he wanted. Save Astra from Hell, even if she didn't forgive him. Save his Mother's soul from whatever afterlife had claimed her. He wanted to find a way he could save his soul from eternal damnation. From becoming a mere plaything for the Demon, Nergal.
Desperate men did desperate things. He stole, he lied, he cheated, and people around him died. He was hesitant to make new friends because why bother if they were just going to get killed? Being around John was a death sentence and he tried to keep people at a distance, even if it meant spitting abuse at people who didn't deserve it. Even if it meant him lying, saying horrid things just to keep them safe.
And here he was, paying for another of his Sins. Another of the Demons on his back. He had been brought back to the Sanctum to return the books and the ring. And he had. He took that time to try and speak with the people in the Sanctum but they weren't very giving with their information. John did his best to make it clear that Zu had nothing to do with the break in. That he did it on his own. He tried to make it crystal clear that they hadn't even met before they had outside. While John wouldn't have normally given a crap if the girl had been punished or not, this was different. She seemed innocent, even pure. She was a rarity in the world and he wanted to protect that before something as horrid as him ruined that. John tried to warn them of the rising darkness. That what he stole, he took so that he could help fight against Hell, and keep Heaven in its place. Nothing was getting through to them. The only thing John knew upon leaving was that he was not on his Earth. He was on another one. And that was information at least. It was something to go on, but not enough for all the risk he took.
They stepped outside, the door closing behind them. Frustrated, John cursed aloud and kicked the wall. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, sitting down on the pavement, feeling defeated, deflated and tired. Had it been the Earth he knew, he was sure Manny would have turned up to gloat. How he hated that smug bastard Angel...
"So... they got their stuff back. Are you happy?" he asked Zu, looking up at her, his tones bitter. There was a sadness in his eyes. It was as if the spark of hope in his eyes had faded. It wouldn't last but for the mean time it had faded replaced by bitter defeat.