Fandom High Library, Friday

[talentforlying]

Possession. Bloody lovely.

Which was why John was going around the library, reinforcing every ward he had and adding a few new ones. He wouldn't be able to keep anyone already wearing a meatsuit out of the library unless he had their true names, but he could put enough spells on the place that no spirit could taken an unwilling host while within the library walls.

Nobody was getting turned into a meatsuit during his shift, thanks.

The library was open, and the librarian was packing squirt-guns filled with holy water for anyone who wanted one.

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Re: Talk to the Librarian

[talentforlying]

"And if you do save 'em, there's different pain later. It's called having a soul, pet. If nothing causes you pain, you aren't really alive," he said, a bit more gently this time. "Or, in your case, undead. Bad shit is part of being self-aware."

Re: Talk to the Librarian

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"I--" This was the longest conversation she'd had with anyone, really, who wasn't already dead, since... ever. This was the most she'd thought about existence as more than an endless loop of trying to get home (trying to escape) ever.

Too much too much too much

Constance disappeared again, fleeing what John was saying, afraid that it was going to stick with her.

Re: Talk to the Librarian

[talentforlying]

"Constance? Constance!" John swore, looking around the library. "Fucking hell, woman!"

He could summon her back, hold her. Make her listen to whatever she was running from. He had her true name.

But he wouldn't.

Constantine swore again, then rummaged in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, lighting up right in the stacks. "Hear this, Constance Welch of the unhappy dead. I can't save you, and I won't try. You have to want to save yourself, first."

"You know where to find me if you want to talk."

The rest? That was up to her, now wasn't it?