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[noir-suspects.livejournal.com]

Keep the Constantine's busy, keep them distracted, it's not that hard of an order. They've tested the ones that came with the older Constantine and they were a surprise and might cause more trouble than they are worth. An angel and Dr. Fate, Wilde is a sorceror in his own right and powerful in ways most people don't travel but still there are limits to the foes one can take on. Angels are not his idea of a fair fight.

That's why his little sister Mariah will be the one to confront him if they need to attack again. Her gift of stealing life will wear down even a heavenly host eventually.

But for now they have a guest, the little mage that came with the Constantine. Shadow Boxer had brought her to an out of the way place for them, tied and gagged she was just starting to realize where she was when the news came down that their other prisoner was gone from Juris' house. He'd had help obviously since his ropes were untied and now he was running around loose again.

None of that was Wilde's problem, he was to keep the mage here and away from the others. So that's what he'd do.

Of course no one said he couldn't take a few souvineers for himself...

Bringing Holiday Cheer

[arch-rogue.livejournal.com]

She'd changed apartments, a good move if one wasn't a green haired super hero that tended to get noticed a lot when she walked. The locks still sucked and took about 30 seconds to pop.

Sometimes you just ended up pissing off the wrong people, and sometimes you end up working for the wrong ones.

When Fire gets home there will be presents on her bed.

New locks to put on her doors, and a card that says:

The Faccone family says happy holidays,
keep an eye out I think they sent you a present.
Unfortunately it wasn't me but maybe
you'll get lucky.

Cris

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[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kon stood on the roof of Titans Tower, waiting for his girlfriend's arrival. He'd brought the Christmas presents for the rest of his friends two weeks ago, when they all put up the tree. But he held back one. He ran his hand over the box, patting it nervously. This one, Ma Kent didn't wrap. This one, Kon hadn't wanted anyone touching but him.

Even if part of him was Luthor.

That part came in handy picking out the coat, actually. Luthor actually had pretty impeccable taste in good clothing. Although he was pretty horrible at present wrapping.

"Must be where I get it from," he commented aloud, absently, trying not to think about how much of his allowance, and the money he made around the farm on a present he wasn't even sure Cassie would like.