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John Constantine ([personal profile] trenchcoat_brigade) wrote2019-03-24 07:15 pm
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[personal profile] trenchcoat_brigade 2019-04-14 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Well we all have our crosses to bear," a rakish smile as he takes the knife. "No aliens back on my Earth but there does happen to be a raging proxy war between heaven and hell going on. More collateral damage than you'd imagine."

He drags the knife along the outside of his forearm, a shallow cut to draw just enough blood.

"Blood magic mate. Now mine may not be poison but it does get the job done," a wink as he lets the drops fall along the table.
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[personal profile] tenkillrecord 2019-04-14 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Also not a thing I've ever really had to deal with." It's easy to watch John even if he has absolutely no idea what the other man is doing.

"Righto. But why? What's it doing?" And there it was, the need to understand and learn, coming through to the forefront as he studies the actions.
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[personal profile] trenchcoat_brigade 2019-04-26 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Primal power in blood, tracking spell like this needs some serious firepower behind it if we're going to find our next target." His fingers spread out, eyes rolling back as he starts to speak in a quiet and harsh-sounding language.

The blood drops flare red and then orange before burning small holes into the map. John shakes out a cigarette and reaches for his drink. "There now. Right as rain."
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