#rpc: thread

[dhampiravidi]

tine, not teen. grown-up, not teen.

As she'd gotten older, she'd gotten (admittedly) grumpy. Rose had left Kent & Inza, who she affectionately called Grandpa & Gran, a long letter, thanking them for raising her for the past seven years...but she needed to GET OUT OF THAT TOWER. She'd stepped out of the Tower of Fate a couple of times within those seven years, but most of her teenage years were spent cooped up with Gran & Amazo, cycling through the same few things: homework, magic homework, practicing boxing, chores, reading, talking to her plants (no, they weren't magical at all because everyone was afraid she'd turn into Poison Ivy apparently), hanging out with her family, sleeping, repeat. Occasionally, Zatanna or someone who needed help would visit (usually she was forced to hide if it was the second). Rarely, John would appear. Rose checked on him using her locket, but not often, just in case he was busy negotiating in Hell or something that required a shit ton of focus.

She was wearing an outfit she'd conjured out of nothing. Most of her clothes were things she'd literally willed into existence, since Grandpa wasn't great at buying her kind of clothes & Zatanna was usually busy. Rose wore cargo pants & a long-sleeved crop top with white fishnet fingerless gloves, plus some Doc Martens. Her locket stayed mostly hidden, worn underneath her shirt, & her hair was tied back with a scarf.

Rose headed for the Obsidian Bar first, wanting to get some food & the latest gossip in the supernatural world.

@occasionaldarkartsdabbler

[dhampiravidi]

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She smiled warmly. “It’s Rose. You worked with...with my father.” Her lips pressed together tight at the mention of him. “John Constantine, the occultist. He’s missing.” Her father was well enough known in academic circles. Some considered him to be nothing but a con artist with knowledge of sleight of hand, but he was known nevertheless. And hopefully, Indiana would have a good enough opinion of him to want to help.

@indyflanery

[dhampiravidi]

constantine family matters

“John--Dad--I fucked up. I really, royally fucked up,” Rose sobbed, burying her face in her father’s shirt.”

@theconstantine​

[dhampiravidi]

Rose Constantine was just leaving jail when she saw the beautiful young woman. Something told her that black hair and green eyes were going to change her life, so she made a beeline for the stranger. "Marhaba* [Hello]. You look like you might want a guide," she said smoothly, stepping into the woman's line of sight with a smile.

@brokcnbutunbowcd

*this is Arabic; they're in Egypt.

[dhampiravidi]

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.” (For Rose!)

"You don't even have to leave this planet to find some mysteries--or for those mysteries to find you," Rose grumbled. Then she stopped herself. She got grumpy when she hadn't had free time (usually involving a drink or 2), which was why she'd come to the stargazing picnic in the first place. Ipswich had been the site of a case she'd just finished. "Sorry t'be a downer. I'm Rose," she said, holding a friendly hand out to the pretty girl, who was around her age.

[dhampiravidi]

The young woman emerged in the Oblivion Bar, totally unfazed. Aunt Z had brought her there before, and she was no stranger to supernatural beings (or alcohol) besides. She waved hello to Etrigan, who returned the greeting with a toothy grin, then made a beeline for John Constantine. He was sipping something dark, sitting hunched over like it was his last drink.

“Hey, ‘cuse me,” she said, poking his shoulder, “I need a word with you.”

@collidingxworlds