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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela really should learn not to wander off when she's defenseless, especially at night (if the nightgown she's wearing is any indication). She's brought a goblin from her world who'd taken up residence in Firo's world back with her to the Plane, and is currently attempting to fend it off with a broom. ]

G-get away! Shoo! Ugh, I'd fry you if I could, trust me!

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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Ugh, you're worse than the squirt. Kid, I appreciate it, but now's not the time-- [ The goblin's still got its teeth in tact, and will be nomming on Angela's arm now. ] Gah!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[jldfjsd She yanks once more and manages to swing it up over her shoulder somehow, but the weight sends her staggering and she falls over.]

[ghostlighter]

[A quick flash of light from somewhere behind, then a blur of dark colors and blond hair — it zooms past, knocking the goblin off, somehow without actually pulling Angela's arm with it in the process, and smacking it away. Floating about two feet off the ground and in a somewhat prepared stance, the Griever watches the goblin for any movement, but spares a glance back to Angela and Henrietta.]

You guys okay? [o wait, Angela's arm] ... aside from the obvious.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela has experienced weirder things than that.

Really.

Really, she has. Totally.

She just can't think of them right now. ] Ah. You're a-- flying. Flying person. Uh.

[ A hand goes to her chomped arm. ] I'm okay. I think.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Drags the axe upright enough to cling to the haft. >>;;]

[ghostlighter]

[The Griever watches her reaction for a moment, then nods.] Yeah. I'm flying. Get that looked at when you get the chance, alright? [A glance to Henrietta, but she looks okay... then back to the goblin.]

Mind if I get rid of this thing?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

That'd... be great, thanks. [ What. No, really. What. Angela will process this situation once her brain catches up, thnx. ]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Gets up, trying (once again) to lift the axe.] I can help.

[ghostlighter]

It's fine. I've got it.

[He shifts his position just slightly. His right hand starts to glow with a red energy, then he pushes it forward and aims the blast right at the goblin. Bye-bye, goblin!]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ With the goblin gone, Angela can finally relax a little. She looks over to Henrietta with a little smile. ] If you really want an axe, it probably would be a good idea for us to find one more your size.

[ Then to Chris. ] Thanks.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....stands there feeling useless. >>]

[ghostlighter]

[The Griever floats a little closer to the ground, then finally lands. He turns back to them while flexing his fist.] Yeah, no problem.

[A glance to Henrietta.] You sure you're alright?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela's expression turns sad as she looks over to Henrietta, who seems more than a little frustrated at her inability to help out. She feels a pang of sympathy. ] You said someone told you not to go back to your world... Why? Are you in danger there?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looks at her feet] I don't think so. But Signore Crowley said it's not a good idea right now.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. Uh, I'm... gonna have to agree with this 'Crowley' guy. Probably for the better for her to stay here.