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]

Thank you. [Wipes her eyes carefully.] Th...the Twins, they probably did it.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

I'm. . . afraid that does seem to be the most logical explanation at the moment. Another of their experiments, it seems like.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[;~;] They just did one to me, though.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that. It would seem as though their sense of timing needs quite a bit of work.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[wibble] I guess I can't go outside for a while.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

I take it that someone having wings is not entirely normal for your world, then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head] Not at all.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah ha ha, well, I can see how that might pose as a bit of a dilemma, then.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Miserable winged child is miserable.] And I broke his mirror, too.

[Lawl. Mirror? Totally not broken.]

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[glancing around, looking for said mirror (because if it's broken, he should clean it up before someone gets hurt DX ), then he blinks and laughs a little at himself] Ah, you don't mean the mirror in here, do you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....stares at it] But it was broken. It was.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Is it possible you only thought you'd broken it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, it was broken! I know it was. Look! [Holds up her hand, which has a small cut.] I got that from the glass.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, were you trying to clean up the shards--? If you'd like, I could heal that for you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's all right, I can get signore Aziraphale to heal it. It's only a little cut. It might even go away by itself. [...and it does. Right then. In front of her face. She stares.] Ah. Well, thank you.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[Cue more blinking!] . . . As fortunate as that was, I'm afraid that wasn't actually my doing.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...eh? But... I can't heal things.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, I can't take the credit for it either, actually.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... then... what...?

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you had some latent ability that's only recently revealed itself?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

That can't be it... people in my world can't do magic things.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah. . . Do you suppose it's something else the Twins might have done?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Oh. Oh dear. [She sits down.] I think. I think I might be an angel.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[oshi--] . . . Goodness. Well. . . It would certainly make sense.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No it doesn't. [;~;] They can't just make an angel, can they?