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[curseshit]

The rain stops eventually and you find yourself in a forest much younger than the one you just walked through. The moss is nearly gone and the sun shines through the branches.

They're not just any other trees. They're apple trees! Cute, right? Judging by the (somewhat) straight lines someone planted them. Underneath the trees you find baskets full of freshly-picked apples and since you can hear voices, the people who picked them aren't that far away. The map isn't showing any tracks of your next destination yet, so you might as well ask if they know of a B&B nearby.

[ mission: inspect the voices. ]

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[rhymeswithdesign]

[stumbles a little because he definitely thought hook was more noodlearms than this. smells like cigarettes, whiskey and, faintly, sulfur. it's pretty gross.]

Oh, I know. Least of all me, I should think.

[you call that a threat?]

[cabineyes]

[ his stump might be a noodlearm but the other arm has to make up for it. tightens the grip. smelly people are nothing new to him. try spending a hundred years at the sea. ]

Now I'm going to ask you once more.

The bones, please.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[you do smell like a hundred years at sea. good thing john has no sense of smell left.]

What're you gonna do with them? Make a reliquary? Grind them up and snort them? They're bloody useless to you.

[cabineyes]

[ could ask the same from you. you gonna make a necklace out of them? ]

I'll be the judge of that.

[ you're not the only one with a knack for the supernatural here conny. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[reaches into his coat with his free hand.

holds his curled fist out, knuckles toward the ground.]

[cabineyes]

Put them in my pocket.

[ not going to let go of him just yet. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[this is maybe the gayest thing that's ever happened to him, and constantine has had sex with men.

slips killian the bone (yes, it's really a bone from really rumpel to the best of john's knowledge).]

[cabineyes]

[ don't forget you're talking to the very embodiment of gay sex so it could be much worse. a dangerous smile creeps on his face when he feels the bones make their way into the pocket. tugs constantine closer when he's done and whispers to him. ]

That's a good boy.

[ before shoving him away and leaving the scene. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[rocks forward on his heels when hook tugs him, meeting smile with smirk, like somehow john's the one with the upper hand here, and rocks back on his heels when hook shoves him.

watches hook leave and lights another cigarette.]