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tushanshu_ooc2016-01-17 10:17 pm
The spoiler continues, fair warning if anyone looks this way
When Constantine finally spoke again, one of Erskine's eyebrows arched and the faint trace of a smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. "Angel? There's one I haven't heard in a while." He chuckled quietly, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "Back in the day, people used to ask if I was one of the sidhe. Anton likes to call me the 'cleaning faerie.'" His mouth curled a little in distaste at that one. "I've heard angel a few times. Demon a few more times. I think 'incubus' was my favorite."
Dodging the angry husband, not so much.
"I'm a sorcerer." He lifted one hand and snapped his fingers; a spark flickered in his grasp, and he cupped his hand to nurture the spark into a little ball of writhing flame before clenching his fist to extinguish it. "We don't all have golden eyes, though. Luck of the draw on that one, I suppose."
He looked up at John finally, actually looked at him. "What about you? You talk to angels much, that you know the color of their eyes?"
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The faerie folk weren't ones John often liked to muck about with. They had been called the 'Peri' from the word 'peril' for a reason. His nose wrinkled at the word 'incubus', a low chuff of laughter that softened it following.
"Don't be putting the incubus or succubus down, mate. Got a few good friends among them that sometimes remember to send me cards on the hols."
John gave Erskine a smile, not a kind one but a smile all the same. His dark eyes remained cool and studying, looking for that oh so subtle in that might let him pry up the armor on a weak spot to attack later if needed. Humans would have registered all the charm and none of the world weary danger Constantine could represent. Everyone loved the man who regularly brought the drinks, didn't they? Or convinced the pub owners that the drinks were paid for.
"A sorcerer. That man, Shudder, have you on his payroll or bound?"
A dangerous question maybe. But it was better than answering the question on angels, wasn't it?
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"So you know angels, Fair Folk, and demons," he mused, looking back down at his own hands as he toyed with them. Suddenly he wished he had a length of string for a cat's cradle. Those always helped when he was feeling anxious or fidgety. He'd have to remember to keep a bit of string in his pocket from now on. "Is this by personal choice, or is your world just lousy with supernatural creatures?"
Not that he was expecting an answer to the question, but it would be interesting to see how the man ducked around it.
A dangerous question indeed, though probably not in the way Constantine imagined. Not because of anything Shudder might do. If anything the danger came from John himself, though both sides were still keeping too many secrets for any of that to be visible.
"What, you don't think Grand Mage of Ireland to janitor of the Midnight Hotel is a step up in the world?" Erskine asked, laughing quietly. "I like to think of it as a lateral move, myself. Always cleaning up after everyone else."
The smile and the laughter faded, and his expression returned to something more neutral, more solemn. "I earn my room and board. Anton puts up with me when he doesn't have to. It's a better deal than I'd get elsewhere." Not the whole truth by a long shot, but more than he strictly needed to offer.
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"You know how the world can be. Little bit of everything here and there," he said with a careless shrug. The second point the man across from him made was more interesting than explaining himself.
Finishing his cup and picking back up his cigarette, John peered at the man through the smoke. A smile teased at his lips, more real than the patent welcoming smile he'd had before, even if it was a little more sour.
"The Grand Mage of Ireland. You don't say. If we were in a place that allowed alcohol, that would earn you at least a drink.
Taking a business card from his pocket, John offered it to Erskine. It was clean of any spells or the like, only a trace left on it of John's own inherent magical field if Erksine were able to detect it. That would fade quick and couldn't be helped considering Constantine kept them in the inner pocket of his trench. Might find himself a little luckier for a half-hour or so. Traces of the synchronicity freeway sometimes lasted a little longer, and with all the weird things that had come with landing here, John might have been making a little of his own luck to see if he could.
"I'd best be finding a way to earn my keep then. Never been one for scrubbing the floors. Always missed a spot."
He didn't believe Erksine, of course. Not a conman like him that was used to someone else trying to run one on him.
"Got to say that I was hoping you'd be a redhead with a welcoming bosom, but I wouldn't kick you out of bed either."
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"Former Grand Mage, anyway." Erskine shrugged. "There were some... developments shortly before I found myself here."
The understatement of the century, that.
After only the slightest hesitation he reached out to take the card, then drew back to study it. The name didn't ring any bells, but the description.... Master of the Dark Arts. Erskine glanced back up at Constantine, moving only his gaze, not his head. He didn't particularly look like another Serpine, another Mevolent.... And surely someone wouldn't be so completely reckless as to put that on a business card? "I get the 'exorcist' bit," he said slowly, after a moment. "What exactly does the rest of this entail?"
At that last bit Erskine blinked, startled, before forcing a thin smile. "Yeah, well. I have a thing for redheads myself." He tucked the business card into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and then sat back in the armchair finally, hands on the armrests, and shot Constantine a sly smile.
"It'll have to be your bed. I don't imagine Anton would appreciate me bringing other people into his."