Dossier Nine

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[Enter Henrietta, looking very confused and holding a doorknob. And, well, the door, which is splintered around the hinges and the knob's setting. She rubs at her ear, looks at the doorknob then out at the plane. Rubs her eyes, repeats the process. Finally she stares at the door.]

I should put this somewhere.



[[Good Signore Crowley convinced Henrietta to try espresso. She is not supposed to have high concentrations of caffeine. Why? Because it makes her strength, super-hearing and enhanced sight impossible to regulate. So right now? She can see five times farther than normal, hear five times better than normal, and is strong enough to lift the end of a small car and can't stop herself from being so. HAVE FUN.]]

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I guess so. Angels fix things, right?

[ghostlighter]

Yeah, but from what you've said, he's not an angel anymore.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He's just a different kind of angel, isn't he?

[ghostlighter]

Fallen angels are usually fallen for a reason.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Why? Because they've done bad things? I've done bad things.

[ghostlighter]

It's not that easy.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[ghostlighter]

It's just... it's hard to explain. It's like... it's your job to do those things. He must have done something that wasn't his job, and that's why he fell. You do what you're supposed to. He didn't.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But that doesn't make him bad.

[ghostlighter]

No, not necessarily. But it is enough to make me wary.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He's friends with an angel.