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Time: October 20, 2000
Place: The Stairs
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Maybe stopping to take those pills wasn't such a good idea after all...



Loki was feeling dizzy and weak. In fact he hadn't felt like getting out of bed at all this morning, but then he'd been spending too much time in bed lately and maybe a cold shower was just what he needed to get the blood circulating and give him some energy.

It hadn't worked, though, so he'd decided that he needed something to do. Maybe a few more books would help and walking up the stairs to the library would provide some much needed exercise.

That had been the theory anyway. After only a few steps however he had to stop to catch his breath. His knees felt weak and wobbly and he was considering sitting down for a while when suddenly he heard steps from above. He looked up and saw the very person he'd been trying to avoid most.

He forced himself to stand up straight and pretend that everything was fine. "John."

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John waited until Loki had complied, and then said with just a ghost of the cocky Constantine smirk, "We'll see about that...." Leaning down near Loki again, he touched the god's shoulder and stage-whispered conspiratorially, "Listen, if you wind up puking, try to do it on the Snob's shoes, eh?

"Anyway, I'll be back later, I got some shit to look up."

He walked out with a perfunctory nod to Gabriel.

About ten seconds later, he stuck his head back in the door, looking slightly sheepish. "Er. Anybody know offhand how you spell 'Czernobog'?"

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"Try looking under slavic gods," Loki suggested. He wasn't too good at spelling other gods' names, or his own for that matter. It wasn't his fault, though. It was those stupid humans always changing the spelling around. And occasionally the alphabet, too. "Should have stuck to runes."

Not that Loki had ever learned to read those.

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"Yeah, all right," John said, subdued, and withdrew. He'd been hoping to at least draw a smile out of Loki now that he seemed to have decided he didn't hate the god after all. And where the fuck had that come from? He hated cancer, sure, that much was true, but it didn't change what Loki had done or the fact that his very nature made it likely he'd go right on pulling the same kind of shit if he survived.

Going soft, Constantine, he told himself with a sigh for the umpteenth time in the past year, and lit a cigarette as he headed for a phone. The Manor library wouldn't have what he was looking for, and he was fairly sure it wasn't in his personal collection, either. Time to put out some inquiries...