video. un: hardsell

[oldhound]

[ John is in what looks to be a shop that's been abandoned for quite a while. There's a few bits of furniture with sheets over it. There's dust and cobwebs and the feed shakes as he accidentally bumps the table as he's trying to set it down. Once it is set up, he scrubs a hand over his face, through the bit of scruff at his jaw, and then around to rub at the back of his neck. He looks tired.

He istired but oddly energetic at the same time. ]

Right, not sure if any of you have been having trouble sleeping as well but I figured I may as well do this since I found the space for it. It's in Willful Machine, warding on the door glows amber. Easy to spot. I can still drop a location here in case.

I might be able to help with easing some of the bloodlust that seems to be cropping up. I've got incense and I'm working on some tinctures from those roses left behind for us. Smoke wands, too. Meditation seems to help. Yoga as well. I'm decent at both, don't mind showing anyone if they need it.

[ He reaches out for an old book covered with a dust cover and blows off the lingering film clinging before peeling that off. Any well-versed in the occult or magic might recognize the original grimoire of King Solomon. He's about to reach out with his free hand and turn off the feed when a thought suddenly occurs to him. ]

Oh, and I'd hate to go making such a terribly broad offer like I did back in the old town so to clarify: don't bother stopping in Maul. I wouldn't want the riff-raff to go showing up.

[ This is the smile on his face as he shuts the feed off. There's a location for the shop embedded in the message. ]

Comments

[oldhound]

Good.

Understating just a bit. But yeah, that's the important part.

Had a bit of a rough time with the leaving but Herc and I washed up on the rocks. Took us a little bit to make our way back to everyone.

[righthemisphere]

Herc is here. Huh. [Color him surprised. But he just nods and accepts it and takes it all for face value. What else can you do in a situation like this. Doesn't he sound strained? Maybe a little.]

I'm sure Chuck will feel better knowing that.

[oldhound]

[ John might not have been expecting him jumping for joy, considering what he knows. The information should at least find its way back to Chuck a little easier without it being ---more weird on Constantine's end of things. Maybe. ]

It's likely. Until they find something else to argue about at least.

[righthemisphere]

[A phhhbbbth sigh. Hard done by. Almost.]

Man, that could be anything. The wind, the ocean, what color the sky is.

[oldhound]

[ A rusty chuckle. ]

I'd say we should start a betting pool on it but we've got insider information.

[righthemisphere]

And it's ony us who'd be betting anyway.