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Entry tags:
- better call saul: jimmy mcgill,
- doctor who: the doctor,
- harry potter: hermione granger,
- hellblazer: john constantine,
- oh! my emperor: beitang moran,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- umbrella academy: allison,
- umbrella academy: five,
- umbrella academy: lila pitts,
- warcraft: anduin wrynn,
- warcraft: wrathion,
- warframe: kahl 175
un: wooden dice.
[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.
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.
no subject
[He shakes his head, trying to catch this man's cultivated good humor. He hates being the stroppy one. He loves being asked to extemporize his knowledge, however.]
[So John counts on his fingers:]
One, if some cunt says they can teach you magic-- tell 'em to get fucked. Two, there's always a price, and it's always higher'n the prize. Three, it becomes true if you believe it, so be fucking careful. Four, we are not celestial bloody children of the light, with holy souls and sustainable corpses. Every spell was cast by a bellend. Five... [He thinks.] Everything by Crowley is bollocks.