un: wooden dice.

[strewth]

[The voice is definitely English, a scouse accent mixing slightly with bits of Cockney, if one is the sort to recognize it.]

Lovely weather we're having in this sodding fishbowl. Nearly reminds me of home. Ah, hfff, something to lighten the spirit. I've got a story.

Have you lot heard of Ellethia? Couldn't tell you how it's spelled; I haven't the foggiest whether we're playing with Fake Latin or fake Greek. Gorgeous country, it is; proper Byronic. Maybe fake Greek, then.

It were haunted.

D'you remember a bloke prancing around during the communal head trip? Stroppy bastard he was, complaining to me about tea and infanticide. Reckon he had more sparkling conversation for you lot. Wore white. Ghosts in your Ellethia said he got a uniform from them. Or from there, at least.

Don't all rush to thank me. Weren't alone. Your girl Lila, she were dead helpful. Distracted the ghosts she did. I'm sure she'll love the credit, hehh.

And that'd make me John Constantine. [It rhymes with Clementine.] Ain't me first brush with ghosts, let's say. Magic, that rubbish, have you ever seen any? The real stuff, I mean.

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[strewth]

[A wheezing, sawing laugh, stuffed in the margins with a smoker's cough. Hehhh heh hehh-]

Right you are. That's our Lila, helping someone.

[He seems to have come to the same conclusion on his own. Less observation, more guts and guesswork. At that age, he was always a certain kind of helpful, too.]

What bit of magic tickles you the most, luv? Now that you've had a taste.

[rumorate]

I have a friend who can do a lot with plants.

[Emilia's got that green witch energy and Allison's always found that very cool. She's also amazing in the kitchen but Allison isn't sure if that's magic or just Emilia's natural talent, and she is leaning more on the side of her bestie being just that cool.]

Where do superpowers fall on the magic scale?

[strewth]

Depends on whether you say it backwards.

No, no, luv, it's- hrmm. That can be magical. Mostly an American perversion. I ain't an expert.

[rumorate]

Interesting.

[It's hard to tell, really, where she fits in a magical sense.]

My world's more about the superpowers. Super strength, sound manipulation. Though my brother can talk to ghosts, which I think falls more towards the spooky side?

[strewth]

Your world, or just sodding America? Your caped crusaders don't get out of the States, much, where I'm from.

There's no point in trying to make hard barriers, luv. If it don't make sense, but it happens-- if you believe it anyways, cross yer fingers, hope to live-- it's magic, pure'n simple.

[rumorate]

Oh, heroes come from all over where I'm from. But the people who have powers all got them in a super specific way.

[They were all spontaneously born from women who weren't previously pregnant on the same day at the same time ... hey maybe the Hargreeves are magic instead of aliens. The world may never know.]

I haven't run into anyone who uses magic, but I suppose the world is a big place.