The sergeant is demonstrating why he's the sergeant, already on the radio and getting instructions while the rest just take in… Yeah, I know how that sounded. People need to get used to statements like that. He nods, smiles at me and waves me through.
"Thank you."
Though I suspect his higher-ups had a moment of 'Wait, what? Oh, Cake-Man-
san? Best to step aside and take cover.'
"Private Tanaka! Escort Orange Lantern!"
"Sir!"
The joy of middling rank: passing the buck up, and dropping shit duties downhill.
The indicated private marches into the building, two of his colleagues opening the door for us.
"This is nice." The eagle looks around as we walk through the building, nodding appreciatively. "I don't get this treatment in American embassies."
Such is Japanese politeness. If you don't make a
fuss, things go so much smoother.
"I'm sure there's a metaphor there."
Down a corridor, through a door, and then turn off through another door. Private Tanaka stands aside and indicates an image of… I think that's Susano-o-no-Mikoto, appropriately enough, along with various decorations.
Well, that's very handy indeed.
"Thank you, this will be perfect. Do you want to watch?"
"Sir, I am a Christian!"
Not surprising. Presumably a
reasonably devout one, especially in light of recent years.
"Then, thank you, please return to your post."
He about-faces and walks out, rotates to firmly sneck the door and then marches away.
All right, some privacy. Now, is there any particular ritual needed...
The eagle then leaps off his perch and flies at the-. Dives into the image, a painting of an eagle in flight appearing next to the multi-departmental deity.
"Orange Lantern to Doctor Mist."
...Guess not? I suppose he is a minor divinity, after all.
There's a delay of a few moments.
"Doctor Mist here. Can I assume that he was not there?"
Yeah, long story short...
"You can. I've acquired an eagle."
"I do not think that you are supposed to take them from the wild."
Probably not. But this one was a bit more
intelligent than the average bird...
"No, from the Heartland. He represents freedom or.. something, and he's helping track down Uncle Sam."
"He is not helping you to track down John Constantine?"
Knowing OL's luck, and Narrative Causality, he probably
could.
"Ultimately we need to find both of them. There can't be that many high-end magical hiding places."
"You are quite wrong in that assumption. There are at least as many hiding places as there are minds on Earth."
Never mind when you start to slip the leash of
conventional reality. Alternate reality, pocket dimensions, the Dreaming...
I frown. "You think he could be hiding in someone else's mind?"
"I have been trying to understand John Constantine's mind. To understand why he does the things that he does."
Take care not to get too deep. He's probably got tricks and traps laid for
that sort of thing.
"Overwhelming curiosity and learned ruthlessness?"
"Do you understand what is meant by synchronicity wave riding?"
Anything like 'Go with the flow, man'?
"Roughly. Moving in time with the universe. The Question does it as well." Hm. "Sounds a bit like a Jedi thing, really."
"Tell a person of an ancient spiritual practice and they stare at you blankly. Mention something out of a George Lucas movie and suddenly everybody is a thaumaturgy scholar."
...Hey, pop culture
does make it easier to understand basic concepts.
If someone gets more interested,
then they can seek out a proper teacher...
"That's a surprisingly modern reference for you?"
"In my second century of life, I developed a technique to allow a portion of the Dream to intrude into the world in response to a storyteller's words. I could even preserve the shared dream in a bottle so that it would be experienced later. Cinema is a poor substitute in some ways, but I like it. To return to the point: I believe that I can understand why he has done what he has done."
Huh. Wonder if he has a favourite genre? I suspect Fantasy Adventure would be too
easy a mark. And
probably like watching someone babble vaguely familiar gibberish.
"Well, yes. He couldn't cope with being connected to Order and Chaos at the same time."
"He usurped Klarion's greater arcane presence. He did not do the same to Nabu."
...Hmm. Yeah, sounds about right. He underwent the ritual of Chaotic Ascension,
technically.
"Is that a deduction on your part, or do you actually know that?"
"John Quinn has allowed me to study the Helmet of Fate, now that it is… Empty."
I'm sure he's learned more than a few new tricks from it.
"It's empty?"
"Nabu is no longer at home. The power of Order flows through it more freely now that it is not interrupted by a mind."
So Nabu was actually messing up the flow? How ironic.
"Did you ever meet Nabu while he was..? Alive?"
"No. I did feel his presence when he first arrived on Earth, but by the time I reached Kahndaq to meet him he was already using host bodies. The point which I wish to make is that John's relationship with Order is fundamentally different to his relationship to Chaos."
Yes, well,
that's like saying water is wet. Or grass is green.
"Alright. I mean, he can't pawn off his Chaos power in the same way he did the Helmet."
"On the contrary, it is my belief thet he would seek to do just thet. John Constantine is not a man who seeks responsibility. I do not think thet he would throw it aside if it came to him, but if he could escape it, I think thet he would."
...Wonder if he's had a few other Lords poking around looking for
weakness.
I think about that for a minute. Yes, John had a shed or two filled with low to mid level magic artefacts. But he never really bothered to use them until he had a specific need for them. Otherwise… Well, the journey was the point, not the destination. But I don't remember him dumping stuff off, either.
Except that one time with Bran the Blessed's severed head, where he cooked it and fed it to some of his friends rather than trying to do something clever to boost himself. But I'm comfortable describing that as a statistical outlier.
Bran-the-blessed, for reference. My bet is he was trying to bind the protective properties the head was ascribed onto his friends. Given his track record...
"Yeah. I think you're right."
"He has a power which he does not want, but he will not toss it aside if it might harm others."
Which it would, if only by allowing another Lord to claim this world. How
very in-character for John...
"Unless he were drunk or thought it the lesser of two evils. He's not that cunning."
"Who would he trust with thet power?"
Amongst those he knows? Not anyone, I bet.
"He'd synchronicity ride until he bumped into someone. Or into someone or something that… Let him find someone. That's why he asked about reincarnation."
"Thet is not all. There are rituals which make it easier for a person to become other than what they are. He may not have been looking for someone else, but rather looking for a way to become that person himself."
...Could he have been looking to dump the power onto the Golden Boy's side? Stick
him with the responsibility and the hassle?
"That's certainly-."
I glance at the shrine, and-. And see that the picture is showing quite a lot of lightning and an eagle flying in my direction.
"Call you back!"
Oh, for...