Dossier Two

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta, thanks to Hei showing her the kitchen, has decided to try and cook. She is not a very good cook. In fact, she is a very bad cook. BUT THIS DOES NOT STOP HER FROM TRYING. Currently she is standing on the counter and trying to get a particular pan out from under a bunch of other ones. Doing it carefully isn't working, so SUPERHUMAN WRENCH OF POWAH is a go.

Of course, this sends her off balance and pinwheeling backwards off the counter with pots and pans falling down around her. SHOULD YOU WISH TO BRAVE THE METAL SHOWER, FEEL FREE TO CATCH HER. Or not. :|

Also, I should have mentioned, thanks to her modifications she is substantially heavier than a normal girl of her size. |D ]

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[contract_star]

[Hei has time to mentally go "Oh my god wry" before he makes an EPIC CATCH and covers her to keep the pans from hitting her.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[CAUGHT'D. She gives him a wide-eyed look.] S-Signore Hei, are you all right?!

[contract_star]

[Owwie, pots and pans hurt.] I'm fine. What about you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, signore. [askdjalksjd SHE GOT HER HANDLER HURT. Only... he's not her handler. But... BLARGH. She rubs her head.]

[mercwamouth]

ACK, NM, HEI BEAT ME TO IT!!!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[WE SHALL SAY SHE WAS GRABBING SOMETHING ELSE. She looks up at Deadpool in surprise.] Um. There's a judge here?

[mercwamouth]

There are always judges, sweetheart. And in this case, they loved me.

...They say you could use some work, though. What are you trying to make?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Doesn't so much catch as he does make sure she doesn't get seriously hurt] Careful, now.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Signore Mu.

[lamb_of_gold]

No need to apologize. Heavens knows, this isn't the worst mess I've seen a child get themselves into. You're unharmed?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, signore.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Look out! [Tries to catch her but ends up tripping and falling flat on his face, with a pan falling on his head for good measure.] Owwww...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Falling on him, lawl.] Oh, Signore Cavallone, I'm so sorry!

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

It's all right, it's my fault for tripping like that. Are you okay?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes, signore.

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Watches and blinks, because this is just hilarious. Chuckles.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Juliet, you bitch. :| HERE'S A SURPRISE, THEN. Half way down, her expression changes; she twists in midair, seizes one of the pans, and does a sort of one-handed handspring onto her feet, guarding her head with the rescued pan.]

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Oh, wow. Juliet is still not impressed. But have weak clapping?]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[does not try to catch her as much as buffer her and hold her steady, shielding her from the cascade of cookware

there is wincing involved]

Are you all right?

((If you don't mind another HEROIC SAVIOR INNA KITCHEN?))

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[skdljalskdj She gives him a wide-eyed, horrified look.] Y-yes sir, I'm sorry, sir.



[[I LOVE UNEXPECTED KITCHEN SAVINGS. ...or something like that.]]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[deftly steps back, smiling slightly, hands at his sides] No need, it happens to the best of us. I'd, ah, be a bit more careful, in future.

((HOORAY))

[ghostlighter]

Wha— Whoa! [And Chris (not Griever~) runs in and reaches for her hand while she falls, pulling her close and phasing the both of them. Once the pots have clattered to the ground, he lets her go and steps back.]

... you alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes sir. [Going o.o at him.] I'm sorry, sir.

[ghostlighter]

[Quirks a brow at the 'sir' — has totally not realized she doesn't know him like this yet.]

... You didn't do it on purpose, right? It's fine. What were you doing, anyway?