FOURTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

[ Well! That's sure something, isn't it? There may or may not be a lot of you excited to get down to business, but Jones does eventually move to collect you all and bring you to the theatre. It's a familiar routine by now, perhaps even comfortingly so given the irregularities of this particular killing.

Two of you gone this week. The elevator is started to feel downright spacious, don't you think?

A shanty, as usual, echoes from the crew of the Dutchman as you enter. The room is the same as it has ever been before you as the elevator settles into position. ]

To yer positions, passengers. Chins up.

[ Three more podiums claimed by the rust and wear.

You have your evidence, and you're going to need it before long. The music outside dies down.

Welcome to your fourth trial. ]

Comments

[deathmagnetic]

You don't have access to your powers here. What guarantee do you have that acting like a fool is going to work out for you?

[scouserer]

I'm John bloody Constantine--I do stupid in style.

[He crosses his arms.]

And I've done without fancy magic in the past. It's worked out for me plenty.

[Just don't mind the damage left in his wake.]

[deathmagnetic]

[ ...Constantine, why are you like this? ]

You're ridiculous. [ ... ] I understand you're used to taking risks, but offering yourself to be possessed by an evil spirit...do you even have a plan for what will happen after?

[scouserer]

I certainly wouldn't say it out loud, within earshot of the very spirit I'm dealing with.

[deathmagnetic]

You're assuming that you can even trust the spirit to begin with!

[scouserer]

You think I do?!

[deathmagnetic]

Enough to try bartering with it in the first place.

[ He heard the conversation Constantine had with it. ]

Besides, the creature is not as confidant in its position in the first place. Before throwing caution to the wind, we should view more favorable options.