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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
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On a regular day back in the 'real' world, Kevas would have made John pause and take a look around him to see if anyone else was seeing this. Having been here a day or two, strange things were starting to be more commonplace. His fingers itched to take the Scry Glass hanging on a cord around his neck to peer through it at the speaker.
Maybe it was the voice. The timber of it reminded him of a certain New Orleans voodoo master. Ew.
"They're small enough to learn. Still hope for them."
Learn things such as it probably wasn't a good idea to try and reach into the pocket of the Laughing Magician's beloved trenchcoat. It might nip them. Or be bought off for a great piece of pocket lint.
"And who might you be? Nice hat, by the way."
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"Dat dere be," Kevas replied as he watched the would be pickpockets finally give up. He thought about finding them later and giving them a few tips to improve their skill. Nothing wrong with adding a little more uncontrolled chaos to an already chaotic city.
"It be one of a kind," he went on, focusing on Constantine again with a tip of his hat. "Call me Kevas. So who be you?"
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John returned the tip of the hat with a nod of his own. The fact he didn't offer a hand like most humans would have was part relief and part confirmation. Only humans were dumb enough to put a fragile hand into someone else's grip to be crushed.
"John Constantine. New around here. I don't doubt that's one of a kind."
Not only because no person John knew would buy or wear something like that except the streetwalkers or pimps.
"Kevas. Can't say I've heard that name except for that knitwear shop down the street. Seemed to like their bright colors. Those Kendan always either too brave or too scared of us?"
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"Maybe I just really like my knittin'." Except he didn't know a thing about knitting. No reason to give anymore straight answers about himself than he already had.
"Can't say I be knowin' too much about da mons here myself," Kevas went on with a shrug. "Ain't been here to long neither."
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John's mouth could run on and say little, an old trick he often used like a magician keeping the audience focused on the rabbit instead of the stand the hat was on. Without his reference library back in the Mill, that was the only ping his mind had on the name. A strange on that could be a lot of things.
"Where did you come from? Can't see that hat being at home at many places."
Or the rest of him, but John was learning others took this as ho hum normal.