Dossier Eighteen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is on the floor of the coliseum, surrounded by various bits of training equipment she found in the storage areas and in the pens. It's an eclectic mix, everything from wooden posts layered in spikes and balanced on pivots to a hovering spherical robot that shoots lasers a la Star Wars.

Well. It was a spherical robot. And then her violin case connected with it. Now it is many little bits of robot scattered over the hard-packed dirt. Henrietta is on an organized rampage, triggering and annihilating each piece of machinery in turn, until all that's left are piles of debris and the spike-riddled post.]



[[Annnnd experiment end~]]

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can—and don't apologize for it. It isn't your fault.

[a pause]

Would you like to try?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at him.] Really?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not?

[And he leans down, wings looming over the two of them, and grins a very snake-like grin at her.]

Though I'm afraid I'll never be able to do it again if you tell anyone about this. It's like telling people I've been nice to you—no one needs to know. Agreed?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I won't tell, I promise.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

All right then. Turn around, arms up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Obeys, closing her eyes... for no real reason. :I ]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...lawl, talk about defeating the purpose]

Brace yourself.

[Crowley crouches down, wrapping both arms around the little girl's waist, and jumps upward while pushing down with his wings at the same time. They both go vaulting into the air, Crowley beating his wings slowly to keep them fairly close to the ground for now—maybe fifteen feet up at the moment.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Eeeee, flying. She half-clings to his arm--as best she can, anyway, while he's got her by the waist.] It's like there's no ground.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He continues to hover and takes a look down, craning his neck around little girl and such]

Huh...you're right, you know. Funny thing, with all these stars.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She looks up.] I wonder if it goes very high?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Looks up along with her]

Shall we give it a try?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Can we?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Who's to say we can't? Just let me know if it gets difficult to breathe or uncomfortable somehow.

[and with that, wings start beating faster and they start climbing into the air directly above the bar]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Wraps her arms around his arm as they continue upward. She shivers a little, her breath starting to mist in the air.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley comes to a stop again, hovering where they're at, and begins radiating more body heat than normal.]

How's this?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, you can make heat?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I can regulate my own body systems; it's a simple matter to increase the amount of heat I produce, just like I can flush toxins from my system at will.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I wish I could do that. [She looks up, rubbing her eyes.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I think that's quite enough for now.

[He begins beating his wings even slower, causing them to drop slowly back toward the ground. Wherever that is :|]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She's drifting off before they even find the ground again.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[As soon as they touch back down he retracts his wings and the suit jacket mends itself. And...now he has a sleepy little girl to deal with.]

[After a second he starts shrugging the jacket off, keeping just enough of a hold on Henrietta so she doesn't fall over. He drapes the jacket around the girl's shoulders and leads her over to one of the booths.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rubs the heel of her hand against one eye, yawning.] Sorry, signore. I guess I shouldn't have tried doing so much so soon after getting parts replaced.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Not to worry. Have a seat here, before you fall over.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Plunks herself down and yawns again, wobbling slightly in her seat.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley makes a slight detour to fetch himself a tall glass of something alcoholic and a smaller glass of milk for Henrietta, then moves back over to the booth and takes a seat across from her. He pushes the milk toward the girl and takes a swig of whatever foul thing is in front of himself]