John Constantine (worksbestalone_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-10-02 17:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | genevieve black, john constantine |
Who: Genevieve Black and John Constantine.
Where: The Spine.
What: Finishing his ley line project.
When: Friday the 4th.
Rating: TBD.
Open: Ask first, please.
Status: Ongoing.
The project had been ongoing for a while now. John knew it was going to take a lot of time, effort, blood, sweat and tears. All of them quite literal. John had spent time mapping out the ley lines, writing up the sigils and glyphs, weaving the right magic and creating the rituals before putting it all into practice. And then he had spent time visiting each location to draw out each connecting point, casting the right spells and putting his all into it. All so that the Station would have its own ley line system that he could use to help protect it. Not just that but to give himself another source he could draw from if he needed it. He was using it to keep the Oceanic God happy, and hopefully in turn, other magic users. Just like people on board needed the oxygen, the ley lines were somewhat vital to others existence. That magic was key, it was important, and given that the straight ley lines of Earth were man made, it only made sense to John to give creating his own ley lines a chance.
He was on the last point. The centre that would connect all the other ley lines together. And once it was done he could stop and rest. He hadn't quite decided if he wanted to inform the rest of the station about what he had done once it was already done. He didn't want to risk someone destroying his work either though. No matter what choice he made, it was always a risk. Of course he had placed protective spells on the ley lines to try and stop others from tampering with his work. It also meant that the lines were more likely to hold in a deadly scenario and given everything John had been learning about the station as well as the island that came before it, he wanted to be prepared. Johns intentions may have looked selfish and to an extent they were, but his work was there for the good of everyone on the station as well.
John painted the last part of one of the symbols before putting the brush down. He picked up a piece of chalk, figuring out what he had left to do. Maybe a quick break? He placed the chalk into his trouser pockets and took out his cigarettes, lighting one. His coat had been discarded to the side, John not really wanting to get paint on it. He had rolled his shirt sleeves up to work on painting the symbols he needed for the spell to work. He had a few flecks of white paint on his hands and arms but not much more.
Hearing the sound of someone else, John stopped and listened. Actually more than one person? Or a person and an animal of sorts maybe? John had been lucky so far with his project. He hadn't bumped into that many others while he worked on his spell craft and he had been thankful for that. The last thing he needed was someone messing things up before his work was complete. He hadn't gone to all that trouble just for things to fall apart on him in an instance. He'd fight for it if he had to.