<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<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“You know I don’t recall you being this sassy,” He grumbled shaking his head from left to right. Constantine watched her continue to move around the room as she prepared. The little dig about him not being a “true” magician could have hit below the belt, if he let it. In truth he’d long accepted that he was a mage just a different one than the norm. Sometimes he thought he might have had a better friend in Loki or some other trickster from another universe. His eyes landed on her ass for a second admiring it before he cleared his throat.<br/><br/>“I can finish it.” He confirmed reaching into his magical trench coat of goodies. That threadbare piece of clothing had more magical charms, enhancements, and talisman than most places of power! One by one he pulled out the talismans he needed. With a flick of his hand he sent them where they needed to go in the ritual circle.<br/><br/>“Well in for a penny in for a pound.” He said pushing his trench coat off and throwing it. Instead of landing on the floor it went away with a CRACK and reappeared on the coat hanger on the other side of the room. “Ready whenever you are.” He called out to her as he moved out of the circle. He angled his body to the left bringing his right hand up with his fingers splayed. His rings began to spark one by one crackling with magical energy as the circle began to glow cherry red with energy.