13849/Rooftop Lights

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Rooftop Lights
Date of Scene: 16 January 2023
Location: Sheldon Park - Bleake Island
Synopsis: John Constantine shows up to a rooftop to witness a portal spitting out none other than Phoebe Beacon. The two make an agreement that they both want to go after the Demon Constantine, that John did *not* see Phoebe come tumbling out of her own portal, and spend some time smoking coffin nails and doing a bit of catch up while looking out over Gotham's Cauldron neighborhood.
Cast of Characters: Phoebe Beacon, John Constantine




Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Gotham City wasn't known for its weird magic, definitely more well known for its anthropomorphic vigilante family, but every once in a while something weird happens that can't be explained.

    Which is why the sudden uptick in magic over an abandoned warehouse might seem so out of the usual as rose-gold lights shimmer, sparkle, and then vomit a young woman wearing a knife-resistant hoodie and combat pants and a worn leather backpack out onto the rooftop with an un-graceful sound of displeasure at mis-measuring a portal exit.

    "owowowowow!"

John Constantine has posed:
Sometimes John Constantine is just 'on duty', and that means when something shows up, he responds. It's not like John's the kind to look before he leaps, after all.

So when there was an uptick in magic at a warehouse, he went to check it out, following his magical nose. (It's an actual nose. Supposedly it belonged to a Black Shuck over in Scotland, but who knows the truth?)

When Phoebe rolls out of the portal, John turns and scrunches his nose. "If you got a light, I promise I won't tell anyone I saw that, luv." He holds his cigarette in his hand.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe doesn't have a magical nose; she does have magical senses.

    However, it's the voice that really gets her to jump to her feet, gravel from the rooftop tumbling off her clothes as she stands straight, eyes going wide as she pulls off her domino and gives a soft hiss of frustration.

    "What, never got your zippo back?" she questions, and she toes tap herself down, pulling out a bic lighter with a mummy's death mask on it, and she gives a toss of the plastic to John.

    "... this is where I suppose I get to ask how the wife and kid are." she states, her arms crossing over her chest.

John Constantine has posed:
John catches the BIC and looks at it, letting out a _Huh_ and then lighting his cigarette with it. "Guess it is, luv. I'm not gonna ask how the hellfiend is, I'm going to assume you kicked him to the curb, as would be right and proper." It's a rhetorical. If she were hanging out with demon-John, she probably would have gotten a visit from him a lot sooner.

After a moment, he tosses the BIC back at her and asks, tone a little softer, "You don' all right?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Wouldn't know. Had a question to ask him, but never got around to getting the right number. Sure you know how it is when someone says they love you and then never calls." she offers as a grim joke, though she rubs at the front of her neck a moment as she walks forward, and leans forward over a railing, looking out over the street, and then she looks back to Constantine.

    "You don't seem too worse for wear."

John Constantine has posed:
"I'm not the one that was told 'I love you' and never got a call back," John points out, turning to lean on the same railing, his hands draping over the edge with the cigarette between the fingers. He ashes it, then looks at her.

"Speaking of the wife, she's been annoyed. It's winter, you know, she gets..." He wobbles his hand. "Testy. Fae stuff. Been pointing out I'm letting someone with my face run around doing whatever they bloody want, and I figure time's coming to do something about it."

He takes another drag of his cigarette. "You want I should give you a call when I decided to, luv? Maybe you can speak your mind to 'is fyce," John's accent gets real strong there, but he dials it back. "Or whatever."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... Meggan has always scared the crap outta me." Phoebe admits, and she reaches into one of her utility pouches, and draws out a somewhat crumpled cardboard Marlboro box and withdraws one, puts it between her own lips and lights it with her bic before storing both away. She inhales, and then looks at John, with a hushed 'Don't Tell Zee or Bats' from her lips, and then she exhales, gold and blue coming out her nose instead of regular smoke.

    Friggin' healers.

    "You find him, you let me know. I wanna be in on it. I've got questions that I need to have answered." she turns back to the street, looking over the warehouses and broken buildings of Gotham.

    "An' punch him in his stupid fyce." she imitates John's Scouse accent.

John Constantine has posed:
John smiles at her and then bobs his head and takes another long drag of his cigarette, ashing it off the railing one more time. "You got it, kiddo." He smiles at the thought of Meggan scaring her.

"Tell you the truth, she scares the crap outta me too, sometimes. But that's when she's hottest." He shrugs. "For what it's worth, what happened to ya shouldn't've happened to ya. If I can help make it a bit right, I will."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe taps hers off the railing, and just turns to look over to John, and then look back over the city.

    "Yeah I can't blame you there, if danger wasn't attractive I'd probably be a much calmer individual." she gives a wry smile, and shakes her head.

    "I'm not your problem to deal with. What happened with me? It's int he past. Ended chapter. No post-script unless the thing's found and I get my questions answered." she remarks quietly.

    "Kinda funny though. Out of all the people involved, you're the only one who's told me you want to help."

John Constantine has posed:
"Funny, yeah." John says, looking at Phoebe. "But not funny 'ha ha'. Funny _weird_."

Beat.

"Can ye tell I've a young girl livin' in me house?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Considering I haven't seen Meggan since Kansas, Zee since the Space Port, Chas since he fucked off after calling me a child with some demonic piecemeal and threatened to kill me if I ever threatened Geraldine?" she snorts, and then she rubs the back of her hand against the bottom of her nose, as if there was an itch, and then she breathes out.

    "She into stickers yet? Seems like all kids get that sticker phase."

John Constantine has posed:
"She's learning magic now," John says, with eyes wide. "Because that's smart. But no one ever called me smart." he takes another long drag and thens tands up straight. "All right, luv. You're alive, safe, and capable. I'm late for supper with the rugrat, and if you think her mum's bad, you ain't met the kiddo."

John smiles at Phoebe. "I'll let you know when I'm going after the wanker."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Kids." Phoebe gives a wry smile, and she gives a casual salute to John.

    "You be safe. An' if you're half the dad he was for the six months I had him..." Phoebe takes a drag, and then flicks the stub end behind her as she exhales in another cloud of peacock blue and gold.

    "She's a lucky frickin' kid."