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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta has been feeling a bit stressed lately, and so, to relieve that stress, she has created an obstacle course with her Angelic Powers of Making Things. There are climbing walls, nets to crawl under, things to swing across--all of the cliches of military training movies, with one exception; the consequences for failing these obstacles is a touch more dangerous than falling in the mud. The swing rope goes over a pit of spikes; as she climbs the wall, the slats fall down behind her. With each obstacle the consequences for failure become a bit more severe, until the last one has her rolling out of the way of a crushing block of stone and across the finish line.

She scrambles to her feet, looks back, and goes to check her pulse--only to realize for the first time that she's not breathing.]

...w...what?!

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. I think so. But... I'm not breathing.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

What? But you're talking. And walking. And doing [points to the obstacle course} that.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I'm not breathing. I'm really not.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[moves closer] Can I? [gestures to her wrist, wanting to check her pulse]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She holds out her hand] It's beating, but I wasn't breathing before.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[he checks it] When did this start?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't know. This is the first time I noticed. But maybe since the experiment started.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

Experiment?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes. The Twins made me an angel.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

An angel? [well, that explains the wings. he feels foolish for not figuring that out on his own] What's that like?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. It's strange. I can feel things that I don't usually, and I can make things and banish things.