| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: megs, luv, amazing wife, light of the seven stars of the vishanti and pillar of support upon which i rest my weary head |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: can you pick up the kiddo? i'm going to be late. |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: what? I was having a nap... time to go round the shops? idk can't remember |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: ofc. Goibniu has been bugging me about sword anyway |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: we got space for it? |
| John Constantine |
TXT John to Meggan: i mean i suspect so. just make sure to be by rintrah's in twenty because he's got his exams at Kamar-Taj and he was watching the kiddo whilst i handled a job that is taking longer than expected |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: by the by you don't happen to know any natural cockatrice remedies? having a single foot made outta stone is becoming a bit of a pain in the arse |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: Is Rintrah the one who made you the casserole last time |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: So polite! we owe him something nice if that's the one. call round and I can find out. |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: aye, the minotaur-lookin' fellah studied with Dr. Buttstick |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: cockatrice is the bird one right? don't know 2 spell it. right that's easy just be a hen and flap about so. u've never done it? no trouble just bring it to me when its dead and I can do that |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: mordred is *not* that bad he only tried to kill me once |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: i ain't like you an zee, luv, can' do the shapeshifting on command. but i'll bring it over once i've beheaded it. what does mordred have to do with anything? also he better keep his grubby man-child mitts aways from you. |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: just toss it in a bag it's dead. don't need its head, only the body to look at and make sure I get it all right and not something off a telly program or else you might turn into a crayon drawing Constantine. v. scary but not like you'd be able to smoke or drink without burning yourself or melting or smelling like pencil crayons |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: oh mordred was being cntrld by f@ust in latveria and he tried to kill me but I outchasoed him at his own game so I won and he got mad ttly awesome |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: that little shit. i told him last time what would happen. |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: glad you sorted it, then. |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: he's a big shit! no one told me he was that tall. it was a while back. but you need to punch the druid guy a couple times in the bollocks cause he's the really annoying one. messed up bad. but it's mostly Faust's fault so maybe punch him? I'm feeling wintry and that's never truly a fine sign, now is it? keen of claw and sharp of fang. |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from Meggan to John: I've not been hunting in an /age/. When was the last time you took me somewhere sharp and cruel and fair? Date night. |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: it'll be fine once you pick up cc. she always calms you down. while you're picking her up ask rintrah when he's free for another babysitting session and then we'll go hunting, luv |
| Meggan Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: bring home the chicken. I'll get the child and then we go see what lies in the shadows of London. |
| John Constantine |
TXT from John to Meggan: rgr that, uv. i just seen it cockling its way towards a kids park. talk soon! |