Dossier Twenty-six

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here is Henrietta. Henrietta brought Crowley's bathroom. She is in a nightgown.

She is also stuck on a towel hook.

Why is she stuck on a towel hook? Because she has a pair of enormous--or rather, proportional--dove-gray wings curving out of her back. And one of them is caught on the towel hook.

She winces.]

Oh... This is bad, I think.


[[Bwahaha, experiment start. Henrietta is now an angel. |D ]]

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[CLING. And after a pause,] Signore Mu... are you sick?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Seems to shift her a bit more before he manages to settle with her weight] No. Simply worn.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

What happened? [Focusing on him is at least keeping her calm]

[lamb_of_gold]

I am repairing several cloths. [Noooot mentioning the blood thing]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

The ones that were all in pieces?

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

How do you fix them?

[lamb_of_gold]

I restore their life force, then provide them with the materials they need to rebuild and strengthen themselves. Then I simply sort out any molecular creases or scar tissue in the structure.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

So they're alive, like the gold one that was with you?

[lamb_of_gold]

Every cloth is alive.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[._.] Are they like... pets? Kind of?

[lamb_of_gold]

No. More like partners.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, like Fratello!

[lamb_of_gold]

I suppose.