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unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
scouserer) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-13 06:30 pm
(too late) you're at the party
[Well, it's safe to say that trial fucking sucked. Therefore, some sort of afterparty is in order. Constantine is admittedly not good at throwing parties without some sort of liquor or other drug involved, but that's where Data and Sylvando guide him.
First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]
meet at the lounge
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.
A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.
But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]
First order of business--invites. Upon returning to your rooms, crumpled pieces of paper have been taped to the doors. Written in poor handwriting is the following:]
bring whatever you want
[Simple, but effective. The lounge itself has been livened up a bit with Sylvando's help. Some nicely patterned fabric has been draped around on the tables to liven up the place a little, and snacks from the café and vending machines have been placed out for people to peruse.
A few supplies from the first aid room have been gathered, as well, for those who may need it. But perhaps the help is unnecessary, as tomorrow will likely bring another New Years Eve. And with it, another week of despair and frustration.
But for now, they can forget about that and pretend that all that matters is the present.]
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...You're welcome to ask regardless, but the answer is likely what you expect it to be.
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If you want my advice, the next time you have a mind to beat something to death, take a stack of plates and shatter 'em. Lot more satisfying than something soft and...squishy.
[He gestures vaguely towards the flattened kigirumi on the ground. Somehow, it looks more like a blobfish now than it did before.]
Though, all I'm looking forward to right now is punching the Captain in his stupid, smug face.
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[Good lord, though- ]
I take it whatever you remembered isn't going over terribly well.
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[Constantine pauses for a moment. He looks away from Freyja, avoiding eye contact with her.]
All week, I've been scratching my head, trying to put together pieces that didn't fit. Hoping to make sense of it, that I'd somehow feel better if I figured out what was missing.
[A hollow grin stretches across his face.]
But now, I don't know if knowing is better or worse. It certainly made me who I am today, to say the least.
[Whether he likes it or not.]
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[She's quiet for a moment, though.]
If you would like to discuss it, I'm willing to listen. I'm used to hearing things such as what you describe.
cw: child abuse mention
It was my first real stint attempting major magic. I was young and only slightly more stupid than I am now. My band was a regular act at a local club. We sounded like proper shite, but it paid. 'Course, one day, the owner didn't pay us for one of our gigs. So we invite ourselves inside the next day.
[He exhales sharply, rubbing his forehead with his thumb. There were a few other people, but...it's not worth mentioning right now.]
It was a proper bloodbath in there. We found the owner's daughter, broken beyond belief. Forced to participate in her father's shitty seances.
[By the way he spits out the word, Freyja can probably gather that they were not, in fact, seances.]
She'd inadvertently summoned a demon to protect herself--and we--I reckoned that I'd take care of it. So I summoned another demon to destroy it.
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Were you successful?
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[It went wrong very quickly--as things are wont to do around John Constantine.]
Didn't bind it properly. Invoked it with the wrong name. After it destroyed the thing it had been sent to kill, it had its way with us. [He grimaces. The details aren't important.] I tried to banish it, but it dragged the kid down to Hell along with it.
...That incident hung around me like a black cloud for decades. And I just...forgot it.
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Things like that... They bring with them the understanding that you shouldn't forget them, because you don't deserve to forget them. Or something along those lines. At least in my own experience.
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Exactly. She didn't deserve to have that happen, have those years stolen from her. If I forgot...who's to say that something like that wouldn't happen again?
[He got her out, eventually. Her and all the other children in Hell. But that does nothing to undo the harm that came to her in Hell.]
...I suppose you got your memory back, too.
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[She kind of glances down at what remains of the blobfish kigurumi.]
Obviously I find myself displeased. But it's survivable.
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It's the best that we can do on this bloody ship--survive day-to-day.
[It's what he's done for years. Not once has he ever considered himself to be in a period where he's been thriving.]
I...appreciate you listening. It's been taking up room in my brain for the last twelve hours.