John stared at the personification blankly. No hard feelings?
What the hell was he supposed to say to a guy who'd just sniffed him like an excessively interested dog and then blown off the fact that he'd been responsible (all right, indirectly and in a strictly professional capacity, but still) for putting John in a situation that had forced him to choose between going to Hell now or later? Never mind all the billions of other people who'd suffered unspeakable torment and death as a result of the Horseman's work over the centuries.
John had met a lot of bizarre and surreal immortal types in his day, but even he wasn't so jaded that he could take a conversation like this completely in stride. "Powers? Sorry, guv, you're barking up the wrong tree there. Not that I don't enjoy ruffling feathers whenever possible, mind, but I generally have to do it the hard way."
He picked up his glass and slammed the tequila back. "And call me a wet blanket," he added grimly and a litle hoarsely, "but reminding people they're gonna be extinct someday isn't exactly my idea of a jolly old time. Strikes a bit too close to home, know what I mean?" He snorted. "Nah, of course you don't. Well, never mind. We all do what we're made for, I s'pose. If you believe in that sort of thing."
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Date: 2006-05-21 04:45 am (UTC)What the hell was he supposed to say to a guy who'd just sniffed him like an excessively interested dog and then blown off the fact that he'd been responsible (all right, indirectly and in a strictly professional capacity, but still) for putting John in a situation that had forced him to choose between going to Hell now or later? Never mind all the billions of other people who'd suffered unspeakable torment and death as a result of the Horseman's work over the centuries.
John had met a lot of bizarre and surreal immortal types in his day, but even he wasn't so jaded that he could take a conversation like this completely in stride. "Powers? Sorry, guv, you're barking up the wrong tree there. Not that I don't enjoy ruffling feathers whenever possible, mind, but I generally have to do it the hard way."
He picked up his glass and slammed the tequila back. "And call me a wet blanket," he added grimly and a litle hoarsely, "but reminding people they're gonna be extinct someday isn't exactly my idea of a jolly old time. Strikes a bit too close to home, know what I mean?" He snorted. "Nah, of course you don't. Well, never mind. We all do what we're made for, I s'pose. If you believe in that sort of thing."