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"Look, I get you're trying to be as helpful as you can manage, given your brains are made from paper. But you need to quit harassing the kids, yeah?"

Yes, John was addressing the library-at-large. Yes, he looked like a madman. No, he didn't much care.

"Etiquette, stop being shit. Horror - no. Aviation, just 'cause the little bird is a soft-touch doesn't mean she should be patching you lot up for being dumbshites and listening to Time-Life. No one should listen to Time-Life. Hell, Time-Life shouldn't listen to Time-Life."

"You're books, not possessed demon tomes. Bloody well act like it."

It was... the most librarian-y John had managed to be all year? Don't get used to it.

[OOC: Open! Library is available today for hauntings & ghostings, if you're willing to brave the magus who will not hesitate to throw salt in your face.]

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He's around, either behind the front desk or out in the stacks muttering to himself.

Edited 2014-12-03 17:14 (UTC)

A flicker. Then a glow. Then there was a ghost standing there, studying John Constantine.

"...interesting."

"You, me, or the library? 'Cause I gotta tell you, sunshine, interesting doesn't usually cover half of it." Considering the woman had just appeared out of mid-air, John seemed rather unimpressed as he continued his work. "Mind you, most women have less flattering adjectives for me, but I'll take 'interesting.'"

"All of it," Constance clarified. Actually, fascinating might have been a closer term to what she meant. The library was enormous, and books really weren't her thing, but the place felt... something. Alive, maybe?

As for the man... She tilted her head toward him, studying him. "You're not afraid," she noted, flickering closer. "Why not?"

Probably because it was alive... and hopefully not hungry today.

"You're not my first ghost," he replied wryly, shelving a trio of books back into their spots. "Or my fiftieth. Hell, you're not even my first ghost in this library, or on the damn island. Though if you start playing poltergeist and throwing shite in the library, especially around the kids, I'll have to ask you to leave. 'M sure they'd learn to dodge after the first incident or two, but 'm supposed to keep it a mostly-magic-and-afterlife-free area."

He'd ask nicely, too! ...Once. Only once.

"Least the damn thing hasn't eaten anyone lately."

Maybe that was what she sensed. Danger? From the place, from him?

"Soooo... I can stay. Maybe?"

She could always find ways to get revenge somewhere else. Over and under everything was that need to find and hurt the man who left her. Or any man who'd do the same.

(Way under that, was the effort it took to forget what came after that.)

She stopped to give the books a mistrustful look now. "Would they eat me?"

Eh, what would be the harm if she stayed a bit?

FAMOUS LAST WORDS, JOHN.

"So long as you don't start shite, you can stay for now," he agreed, finally giving her his full attention. "Stay out of Special Collections. It's sentient magic, and stuff that goes in doesn't always come out. No fucking with the residents of the library or the school. The 'regular' books like to screw with folks - etiquette section might start following you around if they feel you aren't being proper or whatever - but if you ignore 'em they'll usually cut it out."

"Anyone gives you crap about being undead, come get me and I'll set them straight. You decide you want to move on, you also come get me and we'll make sure you do it right. You start doing the whole 'blah blah evil blah blah malicious haunting blah' thing, we'll have a talk you probably won't like."

She definitely wouldn't like that talk. At all. It would involve salt and holy water and more wards than were already on the place and banishing.

"You can call me John, by the way. You got a name?"

"Constance." She drifted a little bit away, studying the books, then back over to John. "There was a party. And others."

And then the party broke up, and some had left, and others .... "I didn't feel like returning. Not yet. Just wanted a change. A chance."

A chance at what? She had no idea.

A chance.

If there was one thing she could have said to get Constantine to let her stay, it was that. If he, of all the glorious fuck-ups in the world, kept getting another chance, then how could he tell her no?

"'S alright, Constance. The library's a bit of a change for anyone, yeah?" he said. "So long as you bein' here doesn't put the kids in danger, 'm fine with it."

"You got a particular type of book you like?" Constantine gave her a crooked grin and offered her his arm in an over-the-top bit of gallantry. "I can give you the grand tour."

He always had been a sucker for a pretty face.

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