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]

What do I do now? [Also giving you the direct-stare-in-the-eyes of a cyborg seeking instructions. Albeit rather tearfully.]

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[he hesitates for a brief moment, and then (a tad incredulously),] You mentioned that you knew angels a bit ago, didn't you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nodnod] Signore Crowley and Signore Aziraphale. They were the ones with wings, when we all came that time.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Is it possible that they would be able to show you how to conceal them?

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah! Maybe!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh... But they had an experiment where they were stuck with wings. Maybe I am too.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Oh my. Well-- In that case, would it be best to wait here and see how long it might take for the experiment to wear off?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[;~;] Ah, I'm going to be stuck here again?

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

[D8!] Again? Ah, I'm afraid I can't say. . .

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes... I had to stay here when they made me human, too. [;~~;]

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

. . . Ah, you're not human?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Well. No, not really.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Not really? I'm afraid I don't follow.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Well, before, I was a cyborg. And I will be. Again, I mean.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

A cyborg? [unfamiliar term is unfamiliar] I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not sure what that is.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It means that I was--um. I am? Artificial. Not completely, but about eighty percent of my body is synthetic.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see! I never would have been able to tell.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[~AURA OF HAPPY~] The doctors at the Agency are very good.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Were you previously injured in some way. . .?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't really know. I don't remember anything before the Agency.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. I suppose you must have been quite young. [totally assuming she means an orphanage] How long have you been there?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um... almost a year, I think. Maybe even a year now. I'm not really sure how long I was in the hospital ward.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose if you were in the hospital ward, you must have been ill or injured?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I guess. But I got a whole new body, anyway, so even if I was it doesn't really matter.

[polite-sinner.livejournal.com]

Ah, I'm not sure about that. I think it might matter just a bit.