Dossier Twenty-two

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here be Henrietta, looking... sort of out of it. Well, not sort of out of it. Really, really out of it, and hugging the P90 against herself. She doesn't say anything, doesn't really move, just looks up at the sky with the gun cradled in her arms.]





[[SOOOO thanks to this thread, Henrietta is somewhat brainbroken and liable to snap/kill things if she doesn't slip into her Movie Persona(tm) first. The only people she's really interested in... uh... killing, are Hei, Crowley and Chris. But she can potentially be set off by anyone. And she's had her head messed with a bit by the Big Bad Bosses of our B-Movie, IE Beelzebub (yeah, yeah, we know) and Wyatt Halliwell. So. Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here?]]

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley appears in his lab coat, grinning in a particularly oily, snake-like manner. It's pretty clear he's currently under the influence of his movie persona.]

Henrietta, what a pleasant surprise.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Oh hai thar. She runs one hand along her gun.] Signore...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[an eyebrow arches at the sight of the gun]

Something wrong, Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, signore.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Signore? Why so formal?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blink] Ah. [Hoists her gun.] I guess I'll have to do it this way.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley throws his hands up to shoulder level]

Whoa, now, there's no reason for that. If there's something wrong we can talk about it like rational adults, can't we?

[He extends one hand toward her, slowly]

Give me the gun, Henrietta. It isn't safe.

[lamb_of_gold]

Henrietta? What troubles you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Hollow look] Ah, Signore Mu. No. I'm fine.

[lamb_of_gold]

You look unhappy. [Speak for himself]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I just need to talk to people, that's all.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Sits. Maybe talking to Henrietta will help him calm down] I will listen.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...I wouldn't count on that, Mu.] I need to talk to signore Hei, signore Crowley and Chris.

[ghostlighter]

... Henrietta? [Worried not!brother is worried.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blink. She brushes her hair out of her face and gives him an empty stare.]

[ghostlighter]

[He kneels down in front of her, ever wary of the gun she has, but also trying to figure out what's wrong.] Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Chris... I told you, right? What Elsa did.

[ghostlighter]

[Alarms blare inside Chris's head, but he attempts to remain calm.] ... You did.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

That's good. Then you understand, right?

[contract_star]

[Here Hei was going to try to correct things by throwing a "white cat" version of Therapy Blob at Henrietta, but then afjkdaljfdl CROWLEY happened. So Hei is approaching very slowly, his broken hand bandaged rather speedily. He has a weapon this time, which is really just a scalpel he slipped into his pocket back at the lab.]

Henrietta. Listen to me.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Have a blank look and a raised weapon. Not firing yet, though.]

[contract_star]

[Holds his hands up to show he's unarmed, though he's prepared to drop at a moment's notice.]

Henrietta, I have never once thought that you were useless. That thing before, that was a trick. An illusion. It wasn't really Signore Jose.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

If it looks like a dog and moves like a dog, it's probably a dog, right?

[contract_star]

[His expression flickers a little.] But sometimes it's a wolf, pretending to be a dog.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Why would it pretend to be signore Jose?