<div class="floatleft">(https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod.s3.amazonaws.com/images/john-wick-index-1556734300.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Constantine<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House Of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured Above (With a Trench Coat)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zatanna, Lucifer, Kori<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>John took in the situation as the two new comers talked, made threats, and flirted. Really the only sour puss here seemed dot be Zatanna! Which was probably his fault given he’d put her in this situation. Once more John realized the folly of the whole thing. Here he was trying to be a hero, trying to fulfill an old role that didn’t yet exist. Zatanna was always the heart and soul of the team and he the weekend hero.<br/><br/>So what was he doing here?<br/><br/>He supposed he’d found a family in the team, in being part of something. His mind flashed back to his memories of Z, Swamp Thing, Wonder Woman, and Deadman. Despite his general lack of emotions to other people he smiled. It was a happy memory, one he didn’t know he treasured until right now in this moment.<br/><br/>When had he become so… human?<br/><br/>“If I can interject,” John said watching the alien flare up a plasma bolt. “Manners go a long way. I understand everyone’s tough and powerful but shooting at my lovely wall is a fast way to get a magical boot up the ass.”<br/><br/>He reached out grabbing one of the powerful talismans keeping the portal up and looking at them both. He weighed the option, trying to decide if they were really good or not. His gut was telling him they were sly if anything, and that was either good or bad depending on the situation they found themselves in.<br/><br/>“Alright,” He finally said tugging the talisman from it’s place. There was a faint rumble and then a pop as the magical force field dissipated. “So! Now that we’re all friends I have some questions to ask. Think of it like a interview I guess. This really only applies to our new pianist friend. Aliens are covered by a different department.”<br/><br/>Specifically the DEO, not that he knew how to get in contact with him. Bat’s might but John wasn’t about to read out to him unless he needed to. John felt no reason to throw the girl under the buss, even if she did threaten to set fire to his home or something to that effect.<br/><br/>With a snap of his fingers they were in another room of the house, a large dining hall with enough space for the man’s piano. Like some kind of magical school of witch craft and wizardy platters of food appeared for them to eat. Th hearth flared to life, crackling with blue fire as John poured himself a goblet of wine. When he poured their cups filled as well.<br/><br/>“I think this is better for everyone involved.” He remarked bringing the goblet up. “Is everyone in agreement?”<br/><br/>He turned to the man the one he'd been trying to figure out in the first place.<br/><br/>"An answer for an answer," He agreed with a nod of his head. "Should we flip a coin to see who goes first? Then again I suppose with the two of us that would just lead to some very interesting cheating and sleight of hand work. I noticed your general lack of pleasure in the cage I put you in so I suppose I should apologize for that as well. To be fair though when you came the omens spelled bad news, then good news, then gave a supernatural shrug. I have to applaud you on that, I've yet to see someone produce such a... variety."