All right, let's try this.
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camwynI've had a beta go over this (thank you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
olna_jenn!) and I think we've scoured away most of the points where the Suck Fairy would've come to devour my work. Here, then, is what I am proposing as the actual starting point for Hellblazer: Hogwarts. Hasn't got the humour in it yet, but I wanted to shoot for a solid foundation first. Crossovers suck the most when there's no explanation for how the worlds got crossed, after all.
John Constantine's Notes From The Field
Day One
This hasn't been my day, mate.
I didn't mind waking up hung over. Really, I didn't. Been there before more times than I can count. Didn't mind the premonition that sent me halfway across London in search of Tim Hunter, either. Two Tims, actually. Him and the Other. Thought that thing was supposed to be dead.
Wasn't dead. Alive, barking mad, looking to blow up Tim, yes. Dead, no.
Anyway. Doppleganger breaks out the big guns, magic blasts about as subtle as a bag of hammers. Tim fights back, of course, but you try fighting through your own shield sometimes. Didn't work, not w/the Other pouring it on like there's no tomorrow. Doesn't look like Tim's going to last much longer, so I think: John old boy, is it just me or could one half-brick in a sock bring that nutter down? Not like he's watching you right now.
Well, I found my half-brick and I had a sock to spare, even had brass knucks in the raincoat just in case, but the damn thing is that Tim saw me. No poker face at all, that kid. The Other sees it and turns around just as I'm getting ready to crack him one. I'd swung the sock and I SAW it connect, but the bastard got one blast off before he hit the paving. Would've called it a bloody stupid way to die, only that would've required me to, y'know, die.
It hurt. A LOT. Knocked me back so hard I thought for certain I'd break every bone I had in me. Think I bounced off the pavement three or four times- not sure. YOU try remembering something like that. Next I know some wanker in a Ford Anglia's bearing down on me, both hands on the horn. Dunno how I got out of the way but I did- got as far as the kerb before the ol' knees gave out. Figured I'd be all right if I sat still enough.
That's when I realised I should've heard something. The battle, maybe- who knew, maybe the Other'd gotten up just to spite me. Maybe Tim, come to see what happened. Didn't hear any of that, so I pulled myself together and had a quick look-round.
No battle signs anywhere. Nothing. Should've felt something, I figure- magic's like that even after it's over, it hangs in the air. But no, not a trace of it. Nor anything blown up, neither- hell, it wasn't even the right part of town! At least it didn't look that way. Got up to look for a phone booth, and I'm halfway through dialing Tim's number when I realise nothing's broken. I'm not even bleeding.
That's when it all starts feeling like I'm chewing on tinfoil. Bloody phone wouldn't let me ring Tim up (bad sign #1). Said the number didn't exist. Tried again, got the same message. Tried looking in the phone book on a hunch. . . nope. Bill Hunter's not there. Neither's Frank Chandler. And, to top it off, neither's John Constantine.
I'm in London right enough, but it sure as Hell isn't MY London. I don't exist, seems like. Went looking for my flat- it's not there, it's not even the same building. Found myself an alley and tried whistling for answers, but the summons got nothing. Literally. I did it right, even w/most of my kit back with Tim, but nothing answered- not Hell, not Heaven, nothing at all.
Fuck this shite, I'm going for a walk and a smoke.
olna_jenn!) and I think we've scoured away most of the points where the Suck Fairy would've come to devour my work. Here, then, is what I am proposing as the actual starting point for Hellblazer: Hogwarts. Hasn't got the humour in it yet, but I wanted to shoot for a solid foundation first. Crossovers suck the most when there's no explanation for how the worlds got crossed, after all.John Constantine's Notes From The Field
Day One
This hasn't been my day, mate.
I didn't mind waking up hung over. Really, I didn't. Been there before more times than I can count. Didn't mind the premonition that sent me halfway across London in search of Tim Hunter, either. Two Tims, actually. Him and the Other. Thought that thing was supposed to be dead.
Wasn't dead. Alive, barking mad, looking to blow up Tim, yes. Dead, no.
Anyway. Doppleganger breaks out the big guns, magic blasts about as subtle as a bag of hammers. Tim fights back, of course, but you try fighting through your own shield sometimes. Didn't work, not w/the Other pouring it on like there's no tomorrow. Doesn't look like Tim's going to last much longer, so I think: John old boy, is it just me or could one half-brick in a sock bring that nutter down? Not like he's watching you right now.
Well, I found my half-brick and I had a sock to spare, even had brass knucks in the raincoat just in case, but the damn thing is that Tim saw me. No poker face at all, that kid. The Other sees it and turns around just as I'm getting ready to crack him one. I'd swung the sock and I SAW it connect, but the bastard got one blast off before he hit the paving. Would've called it a bloody stupid way to die, only that would've required me to, y'know, die.
It hurt. A LOT. Knocked me back so hard I thought for certain I'd break every bone I had in me. Think I bounced off the pavement three or four times- not sure. YOU try remembering something like that. Next I know some wanker in a Ford Anglia's bearing down on me, both hands on the horn. Dunno how I got out of the way but I did- got as far as the kerb before the ol' knees gave out. Figured I'd be all right if I sat still enough.
That's when I realised I should've heard something. The battle, maybe- who knew, maybe the Other'd gotten up just to spite me. Maybe Tim, come to see what happened. Didn't hear any of that, so I pulled myself together and had a quick look-round.
No battle signs anywhere. Nothing. Should've felt something, I figure- magic's like that even after it's over, it hangs in the air. But no, not a trace of it. Nor anything blown up, neither- hell, it wasn't even the right part of town! At least it didn't look that way. Got up to look for a phone booth, and I'm halfway through dialing Tim's number when I realise nothing's broken. I'm not even bleeding.
That's when it all starts feeling like I'm chewing on tinfoil. Bloody phone wouldn't let me ring Tim up (bad sign #1). Said the number didn't exist. Tried again, got the same message. Tried looking in the phone book on a hunch. . . nope. Bill Hunter's not there. Neither's Frank Chandler. And, to top it off, neither's John Constantine.
I'm in London right enough, but it sure as Hell isn't MY London. I don't exist, seems like. Went looking for my flat- it's not there, it's not even the same building. Found myself an alley and tried whistling for answers, but the summons got nothing. Literally. I did it right, even w/most of my kit back with Tim, but nothing answered- not Hell, not Heaven, nothing at all.
Fuck this shite, I'm going for a walk and a smoke.
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Date: 2004-01-26 06:38 am (UTC)You're wonderful.
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Date: 2004-01-26 07:09 am (UTC)I've placed an order at my local comic store for the Books of Magic miniseries in the meantime, since I have never actually read that bit of Tim's and John's history. I'm told it's quite good.
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Date: 2004-01-26 07:15 am (UTC)Wait, I don't want to raise your expectation level TOO high.
It was pretty good.
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Date: 2004-01-26 07:28 am (UTC)Camwyn, if you need any more help with this crossover, I would be honored and pleased if you gave me a shout. I'm sorry I couldn't chat last night - I was entirely in the midst of something.
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Date: 2004-01-26 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-26 11:59 pm (UTC)I'm loving this.
And I can't wait till there is more to read.
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Date: 2004-01-27 07:02 am (UTC)