We know what we're doing.
You don't have permission to post in this thread.
The night before had been amazing. The siblings got their kill in, and then they headed home. Lynx was the first one to get a shower, and Lyric. She took forever in the bathroom, and the male wasn't in the mood to wait. So when she was showering, the male crawled into his bed and laid there. The sound of the water running seemed to calm his never a little bit. It wasn't too bad, and he couldn't help but wonder about John. The male looked pretty haggard when he last saw him. Still there was nothing from the male, and it worried him.
Maybe he had run the handsome man off. He knew that Lyric would love to get her hands on the handsome man, but that wasn't about to happen. Lynx wouldn't let it happen. He pretty much staked his claim, and he wasn't about to let anyone else snag it. A small smirk passed over his lips at the thought. Pretty soon his eyes grew heavy, and sleep finally passed over the male. It honestly felt like five minutes had passed, when he heard Lyric slamming his door closed, and he groaned lightly rolling onto his side.
[#FF00FF "What fucking time is that asshole coming? I need to know, so I know what to make for dinner"] the female snapped. The male sighed and looked over towards her. [b "I honestly don't know, I haven't heard anything from him yet"] he sighed, and yawned. His eyes moved over to the bedside table, and saw that it was almost noon. He had slept for quite awhile. He was surprised that Lyric was even awake. [b "Why not make your famous chicken, pasta salad, and whatever you want for dessert. I honestly don't fucking care"] he muttered lightly. He just wanted sleep.
The female shook her head lightly as she opened the door, and stalked out. The male was finally alone, and he was about to fall back asleep when his phone started ringing. The male sighed wishing he could catch a fucking break, but couldn't. He looked at the caller ID and didn't know who was calling, but then it hit him. It could be John. He then sat up, and picked the phone up. Before he could even say hello, the male on the other end was asking about what time dinner was, and that made him smirk a bit.
[b "We normally don't eat until 6:30, so if you wanna come before then it would be wonderful. I know my sister would like the help in finishing dinner. Oh and don't worry about bringing anything, we got it covered"] he said lightly. He pushed himself up and out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom. He didn't want to be rude, and hang up the phone. He hurried and rattled off his address, before the male finally hung up. His heart was pounding, and he felt like a child all of a sudden, and he didn't like it.
[b "Lyric, that was John. He's coming a little after 6 tonight"] he called out. The woman poked her head around the corner and narrowed her eyes a bit. [#ff00ff "Then we better get cleaning the house, and making sure the man can't find anything to know what we are"] she said. The male nodded lightly, and then went back into his room. He found his so called [i cleaning] shorts, and put them on. He would worry about getting fully dressed later on, right now he had other things to do, like deep clean his house.
[center [b ~*~ Couple Hours Later ~*~]]
As Lyric was still in the kitchen, the male went and threw the last garbage bag away. He then went back into his room and got dressed. They had spent the whole day cleaning, and he had to take another quick shower. He could already smell the chicken in the oven, and Lyric was working her magic around the kitchen. He shook his head lightly, as he took a quick shower, and then got dressed finally. Today had been pretty good, he was getting slightly nervous though for John to even be here.
What if Lyric liked what she saw? Would she move in on what he had already claimed to be his? He sighed a bit, and shoved that thought aside. He would worry about that later. It was almost five after six, and John still wasn't here. He put his shoes on, and then went into the living room. He sat down, put his feet up and waited. Not even ten minutes later there was a knock on the door, and he pushed himself up. It was about bloody time. He walked over and unlocked the door.
He opened it and saw the male standing there. [b "I see you found the place okay"] he said with a smile, and stepped aside letting the male into the house. [b "Lyric's in the kitchen right now. Dinner should be ready soon, go ahead and make yourself at home"] he said as he shut the door behind John.
[size12 Most of time when John slept, his dreams were either black voids or nightmares. Usually nightmares. He has pretty much screwed himself over ever since that one incident years ago that he tries not to remember and avoids talking about. It always creeps on him though. Day or night, awake or asleep. The screams that echo off the inside of his skull. The horror as he realized he’s messed up. The guilt that follows him like a shadow. The sound of knocking.]
[size12 Knocking? Wait a minute. That’s not right.]
[size12 John groaned as sleep slowly left him and whatever dreams there was faded off into nothingness. He gave his head a good shake and sat up, blinking to clear his vision. He lazily leaned over to where he dropped his coat and fumbled out his smokes and lighter, lighting one up to chase off what sleep that was left. His shoulder where the wound was ached and throbbed telling him a nice deep bruise had formed but it wasn’t too bad despite having stitches there. The knocking sounded again, this time a bit more forcefully.] [b “Alright! Keep your hair on!”] [size12 John said, his voice gravelly due to his accent, sleep still dragging on him and his smoking habit. The knocking stopped, giving time for John finish his smoke and get himself presentable. He left his coat draped over the end of the bed as he went for the door. He swung it open and the look on his face, seeing he wasn’t exactly the greatest people person the first thing when he wakes up, gave the lady a start. John forced his face to soften with a sigh.]
[+red “Sorry for disturbing you but a Mr. Chandler asked me to deliver some food to this room.”] [size12 The lady said softly. She was older and must have been one of the people that ran the front desk.]
[size12 John heaved a sigh.] [b “Let’s have it then.”]
[size12 The lady handed John a bag with a couple boxes in it and a newspaper. John thanked the woman and sent her off and closing the door. He made his way to a chair so he could eat. There was more food than he really needed but seeing this he assumed Chas just got a bit of whatever he thought sounded good. He glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was just coming 9 in the morning. He slept a lot longer than he expected to. It was a quiet morning at least. Seemed like it was going to be a quiet day.]
[size12 It was about an hour later when Chas returned. John, for once, seemed to be relaxing. It looked like everything was going to be trouble free for once so John was able to relax. But there was a look on John’s face that Chas could tell was him deep in thought.] [+red “Alright, what’s on your mind this time.”]
[b “That invitation I got to that blokes place for dinner tonight.”]
[+red “Since when did things like this ever bother you?”]
[size12 John glanced over to Chas, his eyes hard with the memories of his past and the friends and lovers he had lost because of him. He shifted his gaze back.] [b “You know how it goes when people get too close to me. They end up dead. Or worse.”]
[+red “Let me guess. Good looking, kind, bright personality, loving family, slightly demanding but in a good way, kinda child-like purity?”]
[size12 John almost cringed at the accuracy.] [b “Hit the nail on the head there, mate.”]
[size12 Chas gave a whistle.] [+red “Jesus, John. You sure know how to pick em.”]
[b “It’s more like he picked me, unfortunate as that is.”] [size12 John grumbled. He heaved a sigh as he lit up a cigarette. If a demon doesn’t get him, the smoking will.] [b “I’m just going to enjoy a day off for once and think about this.”]
[+red “Don’t keep him waiting too long, though. Besides. It’s just dinner at his place. It’s not like he asked you out on a fancy dinner date where you have to wear a tuxedo.”]
[size12 At that point, John was starting to feel like a teenager and wanted to squirm. But then a half smile crept up one side of his lips. He was acting like a teenager.] [b “Ah, bloody hell. I’ll call the bloke later. I want some peace and quiet before things turn to hellfire again.”]
[size12 John did have a point. Things like this never did work out too well. The only friendship that truly lasted was the one he had with Chas but that was because Chas is a bit dense. But he also has incredible survival skills. Though, that’s because of John. Everything is because of John.]
[size12 A couple hours passed of just John being lazy, the clock saying it was quarter after 12. Chas had left knowing John wanted his peace. It was refreshing not having to run all over town trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with it. John was always on the move. It was time for a break.]
[size12 John glanced over to the hotel phone next to the tv. The notepad he scribbled Lynx’s name and number on was sitting next to it. He heaved a sigh and got up, stubbing out his umpteenth cigarette of the morning. He made his way to the phone and picked up the receiver, dialing the number with the same hand. He listened as each ring sounded and then a click that let him know the line was picked up. Before the other side could say anything, John spoke. There was a small smile on his face as he spoke.] [b “Hey, mate. What time did you say dinner was?”]
The male finished his shower, and climbed out, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He wiped the mirror clean from the steam, and looked at himself in the mirror. Everything was happening at an odd pace, and he wasn't sure how to take it all. Had he really given a total stranger his number? Then again, he knew everything there was to know about John. His sister on the other hand, didn't like the fact that she was being dragged into this whole mess. The male smirked a bit, and then dried himself off. He put one some clean shorts and walked out.
He could smell the food cooking, and he walked into the kitchen. [b "What are you making?"] he asked as he sat on one of the stools. [#ff00ff "Just something momma used to make it all. Have you been out hunting yet?"] she asked, turning her eyes to her brother. The male shook his head. [b "No, I don't think I need to go quite yet, why do you ask?"] he muttered lightly. He reached for an apple sitting in the basket in front of him. Lyric rolled her eyes, and sighed a bit.
[#ff00ff "I was just wondering if we had to go out of town, because of John being here and everything. I just don't want him getting on our case"]
[b "I know your worry Lyric, but you need to understand. He's not gonna know what we are. If you wanna go hunting though, go right ahead"]
[#ff00ff "And what? You don't think you'll need too? That's not a wise thing to think dear brother"] she said with a roll of her eyes. The male shrugged a bit, wiped the apple on his shorts and took a bite. [b "I'm not too worried about it honestly"]
Lyric turned her grey eyes to the male. [#ff00ff "You are never worried about anything. You could have someone on your ass, holding a knife to your throat, and you'd not give two shit's about it"] she hissed. The male knew the worry, and he wasn't about to let it sink in. [b "Fine, if it'll make you feel better you and I will go hunting"] he said. That did make the woman feel slightly better. She had the perfect place to go as well. [#ff00ff "Well, since John is in town, I think we should leave town"] she muttered.
Lynx rolled his eyes. [b "Of course you would. Where do you have in mind?"] he asked his sister. She shut the stove off, and turned around. Her arms crossed over her chest. [#ff00ff "There's a camp site a good two hundred miles away. A lot of campers, I think that'll be our best bet"] she said with a grin. The male liked the sound of that. [b "Let me get changed, and we can go"] he said. He pushed himself up and away from the counter and made his way to the bedroom. Lyric grinned a bit.
She was finally getting her way. She was really worried about John though. She wasn't in the mood to lose her life, and she sure as hell didn't want her brother losing his either. He might be a good looking guy, but sometimes he got into a lot of trouble. She hoped this wasn't one of those times. She sighed a bit, as she put the food into the fridge. She would figure something else out for their guest, if he made the choice to take them up on the dinner off. She was hoping he wouldn't, but Lynx on the other hand wanted him too.
About fifteen minutes later, the siblings were in the car, heading out of town. Lyric was in the passenger seat, looking out the window as Lynx drove. Her heart was hammering inside of her chest. It didn't take long, and the two were out and hiking to the campsite. Pretty soon screams filled the air, and the smell of blood filled their noses. It was time to play, and then it would be over. For the human's at least. For the siblings, their game was just starting.
[size12 John had walked a little ways, of course lighting up yet another cigarette. He was quite the heavy smoker, able to polish off a good number of cigarettes in a day without much thought. Some days a full pack or two would go up in literal smoke though those days were the stress filled days and often came alongside a night of heavy drinking. His gold lighter was a constant companion in his pocket. He did use it often but it was handy for more than just lighting up cigarettes.]
[size12 His mind had begun to wander a bit, wondering what the next few days would have in store for him. Would another nasty pop up or would there be peace for once? The latter seemed unlikely since getting any sort of peace is a pipe dream for John. He can’t do much about it when hell is on his arse end like a pack of rabid dogs. Trouble is always around the corner and something always pops up. Just one day of peace and quiet would be lovely.]
[size12 The sound of footsteps brought John back into reality just before Lynx appeared beside him and started talking. ‘Take it easy’ the man said. Oh, how John would love to do that though given the events of the past, say, 24 hours he might be able to get some decent sleep. Then there was the mention of visiting his place for dinner. That made him raise an eyebrow. The thought seemed nice since he hadn’t been able to get a decent meal in a while but decided against it. John was about to protest the idea when his hand was grabbed and Lynx was writing something down on it with a marker. It happened too quick for John to react.] [b “Ah, bloody hell.”] [size12 He mumbled. He listened to the man talk of it being a pleasure of having him over and to give him a call later. John was just a bit confused as he stared at the numbers on his hand once he was let go. It was clear the man was insisting at least on the dinner. Things just went from zero to kaboom real quick.]
[size12 Lynx had pocketed the marker and made his way back to Summer. John heaved a sigh, a plume of smoke flowing with the breath. He turned with a shake of his head and headed back to the hotel where he was staying. It was a street over and a few blocks up. Not far to travel, thankfully. Once back, his long time travel companion and best mate, Chas, was waiting. He had gotten there late and was sitting on one of the twin beds watching the tv or at least trying to. It was his idea to share a room. Usually it was just John.] [+red “Oh good lord, John. What happened?”]
[size12 By Chas’s tone, he noticed the blood.] [b “Just a bit of telekinetic trouble, mate.”] [size12 He said as he took his coat off so he could get the bloodied shirt off. He saw his hand and rolled his eyes.] [b “Bollocks.”] [size12 He found a notepad and pen and scribbled down the number and the mans name.] [b “Don’t ask. It’s been a weird day.”]
[+red “Any day with you around is a weird day.”]
[b “Piss off.”]
[size12 And with that, John vanished into the bathroom to shower, Chas’s soft chuckling fading behind him as the door closed. He peeled the patch from his shoulder. A bit of blood had seeped from the wound but not enough to soak through the bandage. A bruise was starting to form and it was sore. The hot water stung a bit as it hit but after a moment, it eased the pain. Moving his right arm in certain ways seemed to put a strain on it which made it twinge but it wasn’t anything John couldn’t deal with. He has dealt with worse, after all.]
[size12 Clean from the grime and sweat from a hard day, a nap was starting to sound like a good idea as a wave of tiredness rushed over John like a slap from a sack of bricks. There had been other things going on earlier that had kept John up fairly late so he didn’t get much sleep. The lack of sleep seemed to have caught up with him. What time was it anyway? Thankfully the marker on his hand washed off. Would have been a pain to walk around with someone’s number stuck on his hand. John walked out with just a towel tied around his waist and Chas went wide eyed at seeing the stitches and the bruise forming.] [+red “Didn’t think you had a wound that bad.”]
[b “Piss off, will ya?”] [size12 Chas shut up at that and watched as John dug out the medkit from his coat and put a new patch on.]
[+red “One thing though. Who’s Lynx?”]
[b “Some chap I met while I got stitched up. Invited me to dinner tomorrow night. Odd lad. Really odd. I’ll deal with it later. I’m gonna get some sleep. I’m bloody knackered.”] [size12 John said as he made his way to the empty bed and simply belly flopped into it, laying at a slight angle and taking up the whole thing as his limbs kind of flopped where they wanted. It wasn’t long before he was out like a busted bulb and lightly snoring away.]
[size12 Bloody knackered, indeed.]
Watching John with careful eyes, made the male feel slightly weird. He honestly didn't know what to do. When Summer finished her patch job, and finally let John go, was when he felt something. Something he didn't feel before. Watching as the male stood, Lynx knew he was a lot taller than the male, but the male was a lot more dangerous. He knew a lot about the supernatural world, and how to banish them as well. That's something Lynx didn't want happening. He had lived among the humans, for the last year and a half, and he wasn't about to be found out.
When John said he was going to be in town for a couple more days, and that he would see him around, he jogged to catch up. He would talk to Summer in a moment. [b "Hey! John! Wait a moment. I don't think Summer told you to take it easy. So I might as well finish that for her. But since you are still going to be in town, why don't you come over tomorrow night for dinner? My sister is an amazing cook, and honestly mate, you look like you need the food"] he said with a small smirk.
Yes it was slightly rude, but he didn't care. He wanted to be around the man for some reason. It was a good thing he carried a marker around. He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulled the marker out. He then took John's hand in his own, and wrote his cell number down. [b "I know you are wanting to get back to wherever you are staying, but think about the home cooked meal. It would be a pleasure having you"] he said, as he finished writing his number down. He then let the male go.
He put the cap back onto the marker, and put it back into his pocket. He then went back the way he had come. Summer was still there, and she looked slightly pale. He walked up to her and touched her shoulder. [b "Are you alright?"] he asked her. She looked up at him and nodded a bit. [i "I'll be okay Lynx, I promise. You should get home though"] she said. She looked different too. He wasn't going to worry about it though. She always got like that after helping someone. [b "Alright"] he said.
He made sure she was tucked back into her home, before he walked past the building once more. He dipped inside and took a look around. It looked like the demon had put up quite the fight. [b "Bastard"] he muttered lightly. He wasn't going to stick around for long though. He hurried back out, and headed home. The moment he did, Lyric was attacking him with questions. He held his hand up, and it shut her up in an instant. [b "I invited him for dinner, he has my number now, just waiting"] he told her. The shock on her face made him smirk.
[#ff00ff "Are you fucking serious? You invited him to dinner?!"] she yelled at him. The male shrugged lightly. [b "Nothing wrong with that. The house doesn't have anything to let him know what we are"] he said. It was true too. He let the woman be, and he went into the bathroom, undressed, and climbed into the shower. He just hoped he would hear from the handsome male in a little bit. If not, he hoped the male would take up the dinner offer at least.
[size12 Most people couldn’t stand him but this woman was different. She took a liking to John. Maybe it was his accent. Maybe it was that rough personality and scruffy looks. Maybe it was the tattoos. Who knew what kept the woman talking. Because John sure as hell didn’t.]
[size12 John had to remind the woman a couple times to watch what she was doing or to speed it up. After the third time, she was somehow able to focus on yapping and tending to the wound.]
[size12 When was the last time John got actually injured anyway? It’s been quite some time it seems. He was usually good about not getting injured but then again, things happen. Getting tossed up against walls, cut by a stray something or other, hit in the head by something, knocked out by some strange magic or drug. John seems to get into trouble a lot. Either he somehow finds it or it finds him. Seems to be both.]
[size12 This injury was more a stupid move than anything though. Of course, John has a tendency to do a lot of that. He would have been fine with just slapping a bandage over it but the woman insisted on tending to it. She paused to retrieve something then went to start putting the stitches in when a voice sounded, making her jolt a little. John looked up, having just lit a new cigarette when the nurse paused putting in the stitches, and saw where the voice came from. Bloody hell.]
[size12 The two conversed for a moment before the new arrival turned to him, giving his name and the name of the woman that was working on his wound.] [b “Just doing my job, mate. At least it was an easy one. Though the bastard had an annoying ability."] [size12 John paused for a moment.] [b "My name is John Constantine.”] [size12 He said, eyeing Lynx as he said his name. There was something odd about him but he couldn’t quite figure out what. The man didn’t seem too bothered that there had been a demon in town. John just pushed the thought aside when a small box came into view after he felt a patch get stuck to his shoulder.]
[+red “Wound care kit. Bandages and ointment. The stitches should be ready to come out in 10 to 14 days.”]
[size12 John heaved a sigh and stood up. He was surprisingly short given the fact that he’s one of the big bads to fight against evil. One would think he’d be taller. He got his shirt back on and redid his tie, loose of course. Once his coat was back on, he tucked the medkit in a pocket and decided to head back to his hotel. He had a clean shirt back there thankfully so he'd change once he got back.] [b “I’m gonna be in town for a few more days so if anything else decides to show up, you’ll know where to find me. See ya round, handsome.”] [size12 John said to the man before he started walking off, tossing the butt of finished cigarette into the road with a flick of his fingers.]
Watching the whole thing in the shadows Lynx Sutton wasn't surprised to see that John was the one to do it. The demon had been causing hell for the last week or so, and this was the first time anyone had really gotten someone worth getting. He made sure he was far enough away, just in case the spell seemed to drag him into it. When John came out of the building, a woman had caught him, and he shook his head a bit. The bubbly woman was someone from town. She reminded him so much of his sister Lyric, that it broke his heart a bit.
He hadn't seen the woman in ages, and he did miss her company at times. Just was he was thinking about her, his phone went off inside of his coat pocket. He pulled the small phone out, and checked the caller I.D. He answered on the third ring, and put the phone to his ear. [b "Think of the devil, and she seems to call out of the blue"] he spoke into the phone. The soft laugh that reached his ear made the male smirk at bit. [#ff00ff "You were thinking about me?"] she asked.
[b "Of course I would be Lyric. I just watched John get rid of that demon. Now that's one less thing you and I have to deal with."] he said. The woman on the other end let out a small breath. [#ff00ff "You know how I feel about you following you. I don't trust him, and yet you keep doing it.."] she broke off and fell silent. The male let out a small sigh, and rolled his eyes. [b "You know I have a curious state, and it's quite the sight to see him getting patched up"] he said licking his lower lip.
[#ff00ff "Patched up? What the asshole got wounded for once?"] came the sound of his sister's voice. He could tell she was getting pissed off, and he tore his eyes away from the half naked man. The woman was having her way with patching up, so he didn't really need to stick around much longer. [b "Was there a reason for the phone call? Or are you coming back into town?"] he asked, as he headed away from the building. He wasn't going to go too far though. He wouldn't mind running into John, just to hear his voice.
[#ff00ff "Yes, I am coming back into town, and I need a place to crash for a little bit. I was calling to tell you that I found your spare key, and that I'm in your apartment already. I didn't want you coming home and hearing the shower running"] she said with a small laugh. The sound was like music to his ears. [b "Alright, I have some things to attend too, and then I'll be home. I'll see you soon"] he said, and hung up the phone. So she was back in town. Something's happening.
The only time Lyric was ever in town, was when something was going down. Whatever it was, it could wait until he got home anyway. He walked back the way he had come, putting his phone back into his pocket, and he saw that John was still getting patched up. He took a breath, as he was trying to decide if it would be worth approaching the man or not. He squared his shoulders back, and walked towards the two. The woman was chattering away as she stitched up his wound. [i "I honestly don't know what we would have done if you hadn't come"]
Lynx raised a 'brow slightly realizing that it was Summer. [b "Are you really talking the poor man's ear off Summer? He just did banish a demon, and you aren't leaving him alone"] he said with a small smirk. The woman looked up and she blushed a bit. [i "Lynx, you asshole! Don't startle me like that, I was about to go back to putting the stitches in when you spoke"] she said shaking her head. [i "Did you see what happened? Or at least hear what happened?"] she asked. Lynx shook his head a bit.
[b "I didn't see what happened no. I did hear that the demon is in hell though, so thank you stranger for that. I'm Lynx Sutton, and that chatterbox is Summer Daniels"] he said as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Maybe this was a bad idea to even talk to the male, but this might be the only time he would be able too. No one in this town knew what he really was, and he wanted to see if he could hid it from John or not. He was walking on unsteady water's right now, but he could care less.
[b “Alright, ya bastard. Come out. I know you’re here.”] [size12 John said, his heavy English accent echoing off the walls of the vacant building.] [b “I’m not in the bloody mood to be playing games, mate. Just come out and let’s see what that pretty face looks like.”]
[size12 Exorcising demons was a job that John got pulled into rather reluctantly. His skills with magic and knowledge of the occult was impressive to say the least. This particular demon had been a pain in the bollocks for the town for some time and someone finally decided to call in an expert once they figured out they needed and exorcist and not a SWAT team. The building was set to be refurbished but issues kept rising up until someone spotted the creature before getting flung out a window. Needless to say, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.]
[size12 John had drawn out a ring of sigils to capture the beast and stop it from using its powers. It was a capture spell that would capture the beast and shut down its power. He stayed in the center as bait to draw the creature out. If his hunch is right, the demon has the power of telekinesis. It would easily explain why there was no claw or teeth wounds on any of the people that experienced odd phenomenon while in the building. Sure enough, the hunch was right.]
[size12 John was suddenly lifted up off the ground and then flung into a beam which thankfully broke.] [b “Ugh. There you are you little bugger. Took ya long enough.”] [size12 John grumbled as he got back up. He wobbled a bit on his feet but recovered quickly. He moved towards the beast which growled and snarled at him.] [b “Calm down, mate. This won’t hurt a bit.”]
[size12 John was about to start the incantation to open the portal to hell when he was suddenly lifted back up again, this time going as far up as the ceiling beams.] [b “Bloody hell. Not gonna make it easy for me, are ya love?”] [size12 John saw the beast was within the circle he drew and started chanting another incantation, this time activating the sigils and sealing off the beast. One the power got cut off, John realized he messed up just a bit.] [b “Ah, bollocks.”] [size12 John said just before he fell from the air and crash landed with a glorious belly flop into a pile of old, rotting wood. He was mostly fine except for a decent gash close to his right shoulder on his chest and a small cut on the forehead. John may be intelligent but he does tend to do stupid a lot.]
[size12 Now that the demon was trapped, getting rid of it was easy. All he had to do was open a portal to hell and send it on its not-so-merry way. Once it was gone, the capture spell was broken and John left the building to let everyone know the building is clear for whatever they need to do with it.]
[+red “Is the demon gone?”] [size12 A woman said as she ran up to him.]
[b “Yep. Gone to hell where the bastard belongs. Won’t be seeing it around again.”] [size12 John says as he pull a cigarette out and lights it with his gold zippo lighter.]
[+red “Thank goodness. The building can finally be rebuilt.”] [size12 She said happily. Her face changed when she noticed the blood stain appearing from under his coat.] [+red “Oh dear. You’re injured. Let me treat it for you. It’s the least I can do to thank you.”]
[b “No need for that, love. Just a scratch.”]
[+red “I’m pretty sure that with that much blood, it isn’t just a scratch.”]
[size12 Knowing he wasn’t going to win against a pretty face like hers, John just gave in and let the woman take care of his wounds. He was lead to a car and took his coat and blood stained shirt off so the woman could see the wound. It was a good couple inches long and deep enough that it needed stitches and luckily, the woman had them. Turned out she’s a nurse and kept a lot of medical supplies handy. She worked diligently and carefully with a skilled hand. Medicine and magic seemed to share a lot of the same aspects. Both required a lot of concentration and skill but one small misstep and everything can go awry.]
All posts are either in parody or to be taken as literature. This is a roleplay site. Sexual content is forbidden.