Not for the first time since getting here, she wishes she had access to her office. Even Aleister fucking Crowley couldn't keep every esoteric secret that came to him after a good wank in his head; Constantine certainly can't remember every possible occult ritual out there. She wants to look this up in a grimoire or three and see what it could be. Instead she gets to take a swing in the dark and hope she doesn't clock this poor kid in the jaw. ]
That doesn't sound like it, exactly. [ Her gaze is off in the distance as she considers. ] More like evict you, maybe.
[ Which seems worse, to her. Killing someone is theoretically cut-and-dried. Off your soul goes to the most appropriate afterlife. Kicking a soul out of its body creates a lot more possibilities, most of them unpleasant to contemplate. ]
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Not for the first time since getting here, she wishes she had access to her office. Even Aleister fucking Crowley couldn't keep every esoteric secret that came to him after a good wank in his head; Constantine certainly can't remember every possible occult ritual out there. She wants to look this up in a grimoire or three and see what it could be. Instead she gets to take a swing in the dark and hope she doesn't clock this poor kid in the jaw. ]
That doesn't sound like it, exactly. [ Her gaze is off in the distance as she considers. ] More like evict you, maybe.
[ Which seems worse, to her. Killing someone is theoretically cut-and-dried. Off your soul goes to the most appropriate afterlife. Kicking a soul out of its body creates a lot more possibilities, most of them unpleasant to contemplate. ]