18 » with your face still haunting me.

[hellblaze]

characters: John Constantine, Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves
location: 1387 Phillips Drive
date/time: Day 18 afternoon or evening--ish?
content: John has every intention of introducing the Hargreeves to Zed, but also going over the Spooky Book he nabbed from the Library ages back. It'll then turn into realizing Zed is gone.
warnings: None so far

John threw the door open to 1387 with a dramatic sigh. He pressed it shut behind him, raising his hands and scrubbing at it. Well, that had been one hell of an adventure, now hadn't it?

Leave it to good old Mathias.

He made his way to the living room and kicked his feet up. The fireplace hadn't been used in a few days, but the wood was still stacked to it. He draped his arms dramatic like over the arm of the couch. The exhaustion from his resurrection was still lingering. And bloody annoying that was. He had things to do, secrets to uncover.

People to get home as he had promised them.

John leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

God, he needed a damn beer.

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[fika]

He sees the note early in the day - checking the bulletin board had become somewhat of a habit, on the off chance there was something sufficiently useful there. Mostly little comments, here and there, general warnings that read not unlike a bad tabloid, if one takes aside the fact that the warnings are founded and true.

When he sees his, and Klaus' name scrawled on a note from John, it piques his interest. It isn't like he was going to ignore it, curiosity and listlessness both catching him in the perfect medley.

Somewhere between his early day explorations, and near before the end of thereof, he blinks to his room, finding Klaus there. It's that tinge of mania that keeps Five from letting his brother know the full plan ahead of time, striding up to him in quick, long steps and grabbing onto him by the wrist. "Hey - let's go. John might have something."

And, without a moment left for argument, he blinks them both to the front of John's house. It's - not the most pleasant experience, the action that wouldn't have exhausted him this easily sending a brief wave of nausea over him - it's an unfamiliar sensation in this context, and with a small sway in his step, he shrugs it off, before looking at his brother. "You okay?"

[bestfuneralever]

Klaus has never exactly been the 'dig into the mystery' guy. He lets Five do that. (Or Luther. Diego. Allison. Literally anyone else, honestly). And anyway, his first week here has been an outright mess, and he's been trying to take it easy.

Five has his routines, and Klaus doesn't bother trying to mess with them. Mostly, it just means whenever he's not wandering around the town or hanging around someone, that he's in his and Five's room at the boarding house alone, as was the case this morning.

He was still lounging in bed, not having quite made it out of bed despite being awake just yet. Five appears with that familiar pop that his jumps always make and he doesn't think anything of it.

At least until he feels his brother's fingers circling around his wrist.

"What, what are you--?" He's barley to his feet before Five blinks them both from their room. The sensation isn't one he's used to at all, like his whole body is being pulled apart at an atomic level, everything a giant swirl of nothing, and light, and just as quickly he's whole again and the nausea is intense because his body isn't made for that kind of travel.

He gags, but that's all it is, and he doesn't actually empty the contents of his stomach as his fingers grip tight around his brother's shoulder. "Warning. Next time. Asshole." he grinds out between clenched teeth.

[fika]

Well, now see, Klaus isn't the only one touting around separation anxiety. His may be a bit more definable, clear cut, and Five would never admit to it, but there's something better about having Klaus go with him.

Not everywhere, because there is still a need to keep him safer, in whatever misguided attempts that may be. But keep him in his orbit.

So, aside from both being asked to come, Five feels all the better to have Klaus here. He waits, just a little bit, for Klaus's grip on his shoulder to lessen and when he doesn't throw up, he detaches himself. Not harshly, not how it's likely expected, but moves away in a seamless stride and swallows down any lingering discomforts with a small snort. "I did. Come on."

He tracks to the front door, looks back to his brother, and knocks.

[bestfuneralever]

"Not enough," he mutters in a growl as he follows Five's lead up to thee front door. If there wasn't some residual queasiness still resting, unsettled in his stomach, Klaus might have argued the point further. But by the time it passes, the mark is missed, and he doesn't feel like he can appropriately circle back. Another time, maybe.

He breathes out a slow, even breath and waits for an answer on the other side of the door.

[hellblaze]

John jumps at his thoughts at the knock. There's a groan before he looks over his shoulder at the window to see who might be outside. Ah, the Hargreeves. Right. Time to act all like his normal self. He pushes himself up off the couch and goes to the door, opening it for the two.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite old man and walking spirit board." John forces a classic grin before stepping to the side and making a wide gesture. "It's a bit nippy outside, innit? Get in here."

[fika]

He'll try and not make this a habit, Klaus. No promises though.

"Hey, Constantine," Five sighs and needing no further convincing, strides inside with a nod of greeting. It's as amicable as it gets with this rascal.

"You wanted to see us," let it be known Five doesn't go for small talk in the best of times. He's curious, openly so, and tosses a look back to Klaus in some quiet confirmation.

[bestfuneralever]

"Yeah, apparently it's urgent?" He doesn't know that, he didn't even see the note, but it definitely seems that way. Whatever he'd said, it'd gotten his brother all in a tizzy of a kind.

He gladly accepts the invitation inside, though. It is a bit nippy out there and he doesn't want to freeze his ass off, so he takes solace in the warmer inside of the house as they're both ushered in.

[hellblaze]

"Well, I wouldn't say urgent. But, it got you here, didn't it?" He shut the door behind them and motioned for them to take a seat in the living room.

John disappeared into one of the other rooms. A few moments later he came back, a shallow box in hand. He dropped it on the coffee table in front of the pair. Then, he took off the borrowed coat and rolled up the sleeves of the red shirt he wore with his classic tie.

He really hadn't changed his clothes in a few days.

"Five ought to recognize what's inside."

[fika]

"If it wasn't urgent, then don't write asap, genius," that is a point of rising irritation for Five, eyes narrows like tiny little daggers. Don't play him, John. He would've come anyway. Maybe saved Klaus - and himself - a trip through the unpleasant experience of getting them here quickly.

But, rising frustration is rather normal for him, anyway. His attention directs back to the box, before he steps towards it.

"The mystery book," brows furrowing. "I thought Quentin had it?"

[bestfuneralever]

He can’t stop the slight quirk upwards at one corner of his mouth as John hits one of his brother's vast number of hot button triggers. There’s something kind of amusing about the level of anger and the youth of the face it’s coming from. If he didn’t know him, Klaus might not Five as seriously because of it.

Klaus makes no hesitation to take up a seat at the couch as he waits for John to grab whatever thing it is he has to show them.

“What kind of book?” Klaus glances between the two of them and leans toward the box on the table.

[hellblaze]

"Oh, come off it, mate. You would of just gotten your knickers in a knot and come over fast anyways." John smirked. With a glance at the other brother, it seemed it was time for a meeting of the minds. Maybe to get all on the same page.

They'd need to do this town wide.

"I've kept it here since the bit in the library. Seems like he got a proper look at it though. Lucky bastard." There was a motion for Klaus to open the box. "Found this book stashed away in the library with your brother, Klaus. A bit of magic and found out it had some interesting secrets at one point."

[fika]

For a brief, petty moment he thinks of chucking something at John's head just to see how hard that head of his is.

He doesn't, is the key thing here, but the thought crosses his mind in the same manner they all had wanted to stab Diego as kids. Nothing permanent, but - well, they've all had that urge.

Welcome to family, or something.

"For the record, what we saw wasn't exactly legible," a glance at Klaus, as he starts filling in some of the additional pieces. "Dad taught us plenty of languages, but he must have missed out on creepy magic texts."

A turn to John, now: "Quentin leave any of his notes lying around, by any chance?"

[bestfuneralever]

"What bit in the library?" He takes the cue all the same, opening the box on the table. A book. Okay, no one told him it was Shakespeare Day. "What secrets?" He stares at John, then whips his attention back to Five. "Who is Quinten?" He feels very lost, here, guys. Someone please give him the whole picture so he can stop playing 20 questions (only 17 more to go!).

"Shouldn't it have just been in Latin?" One of the seven basic languages in the Hargreeves' arsenal because their father was a sick bastard making his children learn dead languages? But also. Mystical texts. Latin. It kind of made sense, didn't it?

[hellblaze]

Very little remained of the book. Just the bindings and a few bit of the pages sticking out of it. The rest had been charred and burned long ago. Though, John realized Klaus wasn't as up on the knowledge as he had thought. Huh. He would of thought his brother would keep him in the loop.

"Not all magic is Latin, mate. If this is even magic." John gestured down to the book. "Local library has a burned portion. Floor to ceiling, everything in it is pretty much gone. Managed to find this with your brother a few days back. Another one of the unlucky sods in this town named Quentin said he had some information regarding the book, but..."

He clicked his tongue to his teeth. "Haven't seen him in awhile. Have you, Five?"

[fika]

The thing about the Hargreeves exchange of information lies, truthfully, in the lack of it. Some would assume as a family, if one knows something, the rest will shortly follow.

Five had filled Klaus in on the sparknotes version of what Mathias was. The library may have slipped note of it.

"Like someone was making a point. Burning evidence, that sort of thing. There's also a hole in the middle of the floor - if you go in. That was curtesy of the demolition expert, here," a pointed look.

"Turning time on any of the burned books didn't work, either," he paces thoughtfully over to the book, perching on the sofa arm beside Klaus, ankle crossed over the other.

"Come to think of it? No," he shrugs. It's disconcerting, even if not from personal attachment. "Didn't go looking, though."

[bestfuneralever]

"Burning evidence. Right. He scoffs a little and shakes his head. "I thought the Academy days were behind us...." that and the overdramatic sigh that it's spoken with is mostly for his brother. He perks a curious brow at the casual drop of turning time. Apparently his brother is being just as free and loose with talking about his powers as he has been. Good to know.

"This guy just disappeared and no one noticed?" He stares between the two of them, a look of pure incredulity. "Oh, that's great." Like there weren't already enough problems in this town.

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"Well, sometimes, the answers take a bit of brute force."

As John entirely looked like someone who could use brute force. Completely.

"Plenty of people have been disappearing from this town, mate. A few of us even came back to life." John slipped his hands into his pockets. "Now, I could repeat the spell and we could write down what we find in this book. Keep it here for records sake. Unless... one of you blokes wants to take it home."