Log; Ongoing

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

When; Oct. 5 (approaching midnight?)
Rating; PG-13 (language, implied violence)
Characters; John Constantine (silkcutremix), The Corinthian (bitingnightmare), Scarab (noh_dancer), Pyramid Head (redhorror)
Summary; Following the trail of a Woman and Her Nightmares
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The Corinthian had crumbled into dream sand, into the grains that made him, not quite flesh and not quite blood, but neither did the blow expose his core, the tiny little skull with teeth for eye sockets. That remained hidden, even as the great knife burrowed through his body in a most phantom-like gesture. The sensation caused the nightmare to arch his back and bolt upright in bed. He felt around his bare torso, flesh still intact. Right, a dream, a nightmare.

"Oh fuck, fuck," he swore. Scarab was alone now.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Shut out once already, certainly the interloper's white presence would be easily detectable by the butcher this time around. That's why the nightmare kept quiet, allowed John to use his unique vision as a channel instead of visiting the damning realm himself. This way kept the magus protected as well, the Red Pyramid could not come for him without going through The Corinthian first. By now he'd closed his teetheyes, let his function become a tool for communication that he trusted in John's hands.

The second the connection was severed he inhaled sharply. What should have been a brief momemnt felt like an eternity before The Corinthian released exhaled.

"Did you get anything," he asked the other while adjusting his sunglasses. The conversation that had passed within him between the two had sounded faint at best. Regardless, the white-blonde nodded once, "let's go."

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

"Let's."

Armed with cigarettes, a trenchcoat and toothy-eyed companion, synchronicity had guided the pair to what would have otherwise been a normal alley, inconspicious to the eye. However, Constantine could sense an uneasiness in the air, a discomfort; this had to have been the right one, he wanted to think. The magician turned to the Corinthian, if to confirm his uncomfortable feelings as well as accuracy.