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Library, Wednesday

Something was hinky.

It felt like half the wards in John's apartment had gone off screaming, jolting him awake, before falling silent, reset like nothing had happened. And as far as he could tell when he checked them, nothing had happened, like he'd dreamed it or some shite. Which, given how hungover he was, was a distinct possibility. Three-day-old Chinese food and a bender with bad horror movies was a bloody terrible idea.

Still, the office was sending him a fresh batch of victims to feed to Special Collections, so he hauled his arse out of bed (again) and went in to the library to start the required paperwork. Fucking paperwork. There had to be a spell or some shite to outsource this, didn't there?

The library was open, and the librarian was... John Constantine. We're so sorry.

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Dark Nation shoved the door open just before Rufus could. Rufus pretended that was the idea in the first place.

"There's a disturbing tendency for the island to slide in and out of existence today," he announced. "I'm using the library to see why. Is it a problem if my dog stays with me?"

Rufus did not particularly care if it was a problem but pretending to cover his bases was a long and practiced tradition.

"Is that what it is? Fuck me, no wonder my alarms keep flipping back and forth from 'Weird' to 'No Weirder Than Normal,'" Constantine groaned. "Whatever, mate, so long as he doesn't bite anyone that doesn't deserve it."

Implied was that if they did deserve it, John wouldn't give two shits, and might give the dog a medal.

"And if anything runs out of Special Collections, I wouldn't recommend he chase it."

"He might try and electrocute it," Rufus admitted, smiling faintly at the permission both verbal and implied. "But I'll make sure he doesn't chase it."

As you did when your dog could shoot lightning bolts at things.

"There's an unusual fog about too. It's... disconcerting him." With a nod to the dog. "And he doesn't usually care about the weather."

"Electrocute is fine, just don't want him getting bit or scratched and getting some magic plague, because that would be just our luck today," John replied. Worries about setting the library on fire? NAH. It'd be fine.

"Fog, huh? Well, grab me before you leave, and we'll do a quick check to make sure it's not acidic or sentient-ly hostile before you go wandering back to the dorms in it." Because these were the things you had to think about when you lived on this damn island.

Rufus thought about telling the librarian that his back up plan had been seeing if he could talk Peridot into standing in it to see if she dissolved.

Rufus was a great friend.

"I'll do that," he said. "Sadly, I lack interesting abilities like that."

Rufus hesitated.

"I can heal some," he said, finally. He had several Cura on him. Along with other things. "If anyone needs that and comes staggering to the library..."

If Constantine knew Peridot was in no danger of lasting damage, he probably would have used her as a canary in the coal mine too. Sorry, Peri.

"Someone comes in bloody and screaming, don't feel you have to wait on my account," he said, waving a hand. "I'll come see what's going on, most likely, but none of the magics or wards I've got running in here will be disturbed by some healing."

"I'll look after it," he said, with simple confidence. Rufus had a high opinion of himself. Even at fourteen, though, it was mostly justified. "Have you heard of people turning hollow before?"

It was something Kathy had said.

"Hollow?" he shook his head. "Can't say that I have, but it gives us somewhere to start, at least."

"I'll add it to my list," he said, smiling faintly. "Thanks."

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