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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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Of course, it's probably hard to think and wait when something large and heavy-sounding goes smashing to the ground two rooms over.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[He jumps at the sound, hesitating for a moment before getting up and making his way towards the source] Henrietta....?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[lkdjfdkfjdfsjdf She stands there, staring at the TV, which now has a mop handle smashed through the middle of it.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

.........Er. [That doesn't look good]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ldksjfsflkjsflaflfshj]

I didn't mean to! I slipped, and it flew-- [dljflkjfsd]

[The floor is clear of blood, at least, through there are feathers everywhere and way more cleaning liquid and water than was necessary, even for Crowley's mess.]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

...don't worry about it. I'll will the mess away in a little while, just in case anyone takes notice. Crowley's too tired to care at the moment, really.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She fidgets for a moment. She's wearing rubber gloves and is smeared with soap and blood; there's a part of a feather stuck to her neck.]

I'm sorry to you too.

[exensis.livejournal.com]

[There is a sigh, then the slightest of hesitation before Azi wills away all the blood and feathers, as well as repairing the TV and cleaning up the room] It wasn't your fault, Henrietta.

He'll be well soon enough.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stands there fidgeting] Are you... are you still going to have dinner with us?

[exensis.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. I'm afraid we'll have to wait until Crowley is feeling up to it, but- [There is a hesitation then, and Azi's demeanor changes ever so slightly]

Actually, Henrietta, would you mind following me to the lab? He does need his rest, and it'll be better if we give him some time to himself.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Th--oh. Are you sure he'll be okay by himself, though? [Still fretting]

[exensis.livejournal.com]

I've already healed all his injuries. All he needs right now is rest.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Something... isn't right here. But Movie Logic dictates that she must agree.] If... if you're sure he'll be okay? I was going to make food.