picture prompt meme;

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the picture prompt meme

— Comment with your character and any preferences.
— Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
— Reply to them with a setting or text thread based on the picture.
— Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
— Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy.

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[strewth]

"Kinda tea's that?" By any sane person's standards, John isn't much of a snob. But faced with an American, he has his predilections. He nods quietly, inspecting the tea bag and the water, setting his cigarette aside for the moment.

"And that somebody," John says, "is overdue for a boot up his arse." His eyes slide down the girl next to him. "You seem to be dressed for the bloody occasion."

[ragefeathers]

"Some English breakfast from the supermarket. Twinings or something. Black tea," Mackenzie replies. She's not picky about brand, just wants something hot to drink. She has instant coffee, too, but is trying to account for her companion's presumed tastes.

"They fucking are due for it," she agrees. "And I'm always dressed for the occasion." Sure, she's not in her full leather and spikes punkish getup, but there's enough flannel and other bits to make it clear that she is not to be fucked with.

"Ass kicking is kind of my job, anyway."

[strewth]

John Constantine, ex-lead of a (semi) infamous punk band (in the Northern bits) of England (very briefly) (in the 70s), nods in half-remembered approval. "Is it, now?" He lets the tea seep a bit. Like cheap condoms, Twinnings isn't terrible in a pinch. "That what got you on this crusade? Truth, justice, and kicking arse?"

[ragefeathers]

"Kicking ass and taking names for Gaia," she says as she waits for the brew up to be ready. It's nice to have a hot drink against early spring chill. She rolls a shoulder.

"That's what she made us for, anyway."

[strewth]

"You one'a them 'one with nature' types?" He doesn't bother to hide the skepticism in his voice. "'Least tell me you don't live in a bloody tree."

[ragefeathers]

"You could say that. Not that I'm some granola munching hippie or whatever. I eat meat." She starts to pour her tea into a thermos, carefully.

"But when the Mother makes you for a purpose and gives you great Rage for that purpose, you don't argue with her."

[strewth]

John's education was a rocky thing, which is why being an occult autodidact has served him so well and so very poorly. Her talk is starting to sound less like it came out of Marj's van and more like it came from a grimoire. He makes a face, as if chewing on the thought. The language she's using sounds familiar, but he can't place it. And, honestly, it isn't as though different cults and tribes have strict rules about fucking nomenclature.

With a shrug, he sips his tea. Tastes like shite, but he's had worse. "Tell me about this rage of yours, luv." It could be useful. "I'm hoping we're a bit beyond psychoanalysis."

[ragefeathers]

Mackenzie shrugs as she sips her own tea. "...Not complicated. Gaia made my people with rage, it fuels us. It powers us. Lets us change our shape." She explains, as best she can. It's hard when the other person has no frame of reference.

"Part of why I'm out here sniffing a spirit trail, you know?"

[strewth]

That about seals it. But what do they call them over here? He recalls, vaguely, that some 'weres can get a little tetchy about the 'W' word. "You're a shape-changer," he murmurs. He doesn't look her over again; he knows from experience he won't see anything new.

[ragefeathers]

"Look at the brains on you," Mackenzie says. It's amused, more than sarcastic. She chuckles and takes another sip of her tea.

"Might be why my nose is so tetchy about your damn cigarettes. Makes it hard for me to smell shit, too."

[strewth]

"Knew a few werewolves. Not in London, thank you very much." He blows a smoke ring instead of apologizing. "Adapt'n survive, luv. Say I can get hands on something belonging to the bloke we're looking for. Could you hunt him down, Digby-style?"

[ragefeathers]

"What's Digby style?" Mackenzie stares at John, apparently uncomprehending. She tilts her head.

"Oh yeah, there are some folks over on that side of the pond. Never met any of 'em though."

[strewth]

"Digby? Biggest dog in the..." He shakes his head. "Dunno why I thought they'd've gotten that arseleak of a film over here."

John looks over as soon as she said it, curious. "Do they seem..." he shrugs. "Suspicious? I'll be honest, I'm more of a city bloke."