"John Constantine." No nicknames and no friends to really mention. At least here he hasn't encountered anyone who knows his reputation.
He grabs a bundle of twine from a shelf and draws out a length that he cuts with his teeth. A few more minutes of searching and he finds a suitable weight he can tie to the end of the twine.
John gives it a few test swings. He has a bit of salt in his pocket that he also stole and sprinkles it over the twine for a quick cleanse of the energies. "You're not going to like this but hold still."
He reaches out, grabs a pinch of Foggy's hair between his fingers, and yanks hard. John considers the strands he's got and that's enough. He rubs them against the twine, speaking the incantation under his breath.
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He grabs a bundle of twine from a shelf and draws out a length that he cuts with his teeth. A few more minutes of searching and he finds a suitable weight he can tie to the end of the twine.
John gives it a few test swings. He has a bit of salt in his pocket that he also stole and sprinkles it over the twine for a quick cleanse of the energies. "You're not going to like this but hold still."
He reaches out, grabs a pinch of Foggy's hair between his fingers, and yanks hard. John considers the strands he's got and that's enough. He rubs them against the twine, speaking the incantation under his breath.