Owner	Pose
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] Why haven't we burned down the laughing magician or sent it to the pits?
John Constantine	[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] Cuz I'm still gonna use it as bait for that demon doppel.
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] As it happens, we've a visitor in the area. Nice chap from the bodega remembered my number from way back when and he's said some nasty work came by. horns, deer or goat legs. fancy anyone you know? oh, solid gold horns too. bad attitude.
John Constantine	[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] Could be any number of demons or a satyr who'd pissed off Midas' ghost. No name?
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] we've yet to get that as an anniversary prezzie to ourselves, haven't we?
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] Wasn't speaking English or Spanish? I'm not so sure, flying down to get a look. Interrupted my Yoga with Adrienne. I'm not dressed for the cold and I'm really up for firestarting.
John Constantine	[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] I hope it wasn't the Golden Horn King. That chap is a pain in the ass. Was he Asian-themed?
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] he didn't say. Fellow was right put out that this bogey showed up to piss on the wall and take the piss out of some guy going after the horns with a machete. It was a bit noisy and I'm missing a fight. could be.
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] Shit, is that the one that lives in a big urn or something? Maybe you better get your fine arse over here.
John Constantine	[TXT to TheYoung&VibrantBall&Chain] Gourd. Yes. Ah shite. Let me get my pants on.
Meggan Constantine	[TXT to SilkCutSmokeShow] hold onto them for just a moment longer. I can force open a gate in the park down here. be right there
Meggan Constantine	"Because," trills that voice as the Otherworld spits out its youngest goddess, a shimmer of smoke and rustling leaves heralding her Unseelie devotions, "I'm quite of a mind for a quick tumble before a fight and all that. Needs must." Dark hair windblown to tendrils from its braid falls down Meggan's back, all sweetness in a frosted mirror. "Do tell me you're still not ready. Then I can feel much less guilty."