Leaving World's End

[freedomtoleave]

Who: John Constantine (onhiswaydown), Willow Tenbrook (willowtenbrook), Lucifer Morningstar (freedomtoleave), John Constantine (thehellblazer), and Uck
What: A family meeting regarding the wisdom in remaining at World's End
When: Prior to the household's departure from World's End

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[willowtenbrook]

Willow was the first to respond. Having been in her room at the time of Lucifer's message -- it was not as if she was likely to be anywhere else, seeing as the girl was possessed of more than just a healthy aversion to the dangers of the city -- she peeked her head in after a cursory knock. Then slid fully inside, arms crossing awkwardly over her chest. Bruce, trotted in after, her strides stretching into long bounds that circled her around the room before she returned to Willow side and unceremoniously sat, head canted and ear perked up, as if she too meant to listen.

For her part, Willow remained largely unphased by the direwolf's behavior, her eyes fixed on Lucifer. And it seemed she wasn't possessed of much impatience. Something seemed wrong, though she didn't know what.

"What's this about?"

[onhiswaydown]

"Something dramatic, I'm sure."

John was already leaning in the doorway, smoke curling around him from the cigarette that dangled between his fingers. Which, of course, he promptly raised to his mouth for another long drag, blowing out the smoke before continuing into the room. As usual, he looked vaguely annoyed by everything, and as usual he didn't continue very far into the room, stopping to stand around somewhat out of the way of the door.

"That is, if it calls for a face-to-face chat. When's the last time the communicator wasn't good enough?"

[thehellblazer]

Despite the rarity of the Morningstar going through the bother of requesting his presence, it still took John a few minutes to respond to the call. Obviously something was going on, the poncy old devil never talked to him otherwise if he could help it, but experience had taught him that if it was an actual emergency, he would have found himself abruptly standing next to the man, not taking a call on his communicator. No, John figured he still had time to finish his pint and his smoke and took his good old time with it. Earliest convenience and all that polite rubbish.

When he finally breezed in, looking a little rumpled, he wasn’t really surprised to see that he’d been the last to arrive. Plucking a cigarette from his pocket, from the look of things he was damn well going to need it, he fished out his lighter and lit up.

Only after he'd breathed out a cloud of smoke did he speak. “Abbreviated version if you will, mate. It’s tea time and I’ve left me kettle on.”

[freedomtoleave]

When they had all arrived, Lucifer turned away from the window, though he remained where he was standing. He felt no compunction to pace the room and he was as comfortable on his feet as he would have been were he to take a seat. The air of irritation emanating from them, as though they had been called away from something of vital importance, almost convinced Lucifer to be ornery and drag the telling out. Had he been in better humor, he might have given in to it. As he was not, he ignored it.

“Discordia is dead and the Egyptian seeks to fill the void she has left in her wake.” Perhaps that would be succinct enough for them. “As I had no wish to broadcast my knowledge where all might overhear, I thought perhaps it best to dispense with the usual means of communication.”

[willowtenbrook]

Perhaps predictably her eyes widened. Certainly, there was nothing tragic in Discordia's destruction. She ha been far from pleasant in her own right, but Discordia had never killed Lucifer, never ripped out his wings. Discordia didn't have a fondness for slipping into her room while she was out. Discordia, though she was unreachable, had never reached out to cause them direct harm. Hehsebamon had.

Therefore, her eyes widened, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. Her hands fell to her sides, the fingers of one curling against the top of Bruce's head as the dire wolf stood once more, much as she remained close to her master.

Though Willow looked like she had something to say, nothing came out. She didn't speak up.