Nokov uses his cabin sparingly, which is still more than can be said for his use of his communicator, which is located... somewhere.
The knocking is an unusual enough occasion that he opens the door, revealing a teenager John may have notice standing in the shadows of the deck or deep in the library and a dark room behind him.
"If I wanted one, I would have it." He likes to speak with complete certainty. He also might not be a human teenager, but it can sometimes be very difficult to tell.
"I exist, you exist to work for the being who has trapped me here." He would fold his arms, but he's trying not to overly jostle his splinted fingers.
John's pretty good as a rule at reading below the surface; being able to tell there's something off, or there's more to a person than meets the eye. Generally that's pretty blatant when the person in question is possessed by a demon, for example, not that it seems to be the case at all here.
"Glad to hear it. Not quite, mate. I'm here because of that being, but I exist due to the sordid passions of my parents. Big difference."
For the most part, right now, Nokov looks human. His shadow is a little too dark, and if you look into his dark eyes there appear to be sparks of starlight deep within the shadows of his skull.
He rolls his eyes.
"I assume you also exist in the assumption that you have a sense of humor."
He grins, even though it's pretty obvious that Nokov didn't appreciate the joke much. But then, others seldom do. John's sense of humor is an acquired taste.
"That's me mate—inappropriate jokes for any occasion."
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Date: 2019-03-01 05:46 pm (UTC)The knocking is an unusual enough occasion that he opens the door, revealing a teenager John may have notice standing in the shadows of the deck or deep in the library and a dark room behind him.
"...Who are you?"
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:09 pm (UTC)"I'm John Constantine. I sent you a message, yeah? Provided you're Nokov, that is. I'm your warden for the month, temporary variety."
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:12 pm (UTC)"I'm Nokov. If it was to the 'communicator', I don't have one. What are you doing here."
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:37 pm (UTC)"Seeing if you exist, mostly. Do you want a communicator?"
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:44 pm (UTC)"I exist, you exist to work for the being who has trapped me here." He would fold his arms, but he's trying not to overly jostle his splinted fingers.
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:54 pm (UTC)John's pretty good as a rule at reading below the surface; being able to tell there's something off, or there's more to a person than meets the eye. Generally that's pretty blatant when the person in question is possessed by a demon, for example, not that it seems to be the case at all here.
"Glad to hear it. Not quite, mate. I'm here because of that being, but I exist due to the sordid passions of my parents. Big difference."
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Date: 2019-03-01 06:59 pm (UTC)He rolls his eyes.
"I assume you also exist in the assumption that you have a sense of humor."
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Date: 2019-03-02 02:03 pm (UTC)"That's me mate—inappropriate jokes for any occasion."
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Date: 2019-03-02 03:27 pm (UTC)"Some people say that every human has a purpose in life."
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Date: 2019-03-02 07:05 pm (UTC)"Some a bit less noble than others, I'm sure."
Getting drunk and watching porn might qualify as a purpose after all.
"Anyway, let me know if you need anything, yeah?"
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Date: 2019-03-02 07:09 pm (UTC)So John fits right on.
"I need nothing from you."
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Date: 2019-03-02 07:15 pm (UTC)"Right you are, squire. See you around, then."
And he'll turn to leave.
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Date: 2019-03-02 07:17 pm (UTC)He retreats into his room again, firmly closing the door.