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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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[ghostlighter]

[That... obstacle course... Chris stares at it, and probably would go about asking what exactly Henrietta was thinking with making that, but her exclamation has taken some of his attention away from the Course of Doom.]

What's wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

C...Chris! I'm not breathing!

[ghostlighter]

... You're not?!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Is almost entirely too aghast, staring at the little Creation of Horror that she's made, to notice her question at the end]

Henrietta? What is all this?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

An obstacle course. [Gives him a wibbly look] But I'm not breathing! Why am I not breathing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head] No! I thought it was funny that I wasn't out of breath, but I'm not--there's not--I'm not!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Nuh? Oh, that's normal.

Why in Creation are you—is this—?

That was the worst fail EVER.

[ghostlighter]

Look! Just... calm down. Okay? Obviously... you're not dead. So, it can't be too bad.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Normal? Really? [;~;]

[Looks at her course] ...what's wrong?

OR WAS IT.... THE BEST?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

S..so... it's an angel thing? Do you breathe?

... I HAVE NO IDEA.

[ghostlighter]

Whitelighters breathe, but... I don't think we can really compare here. Whitelighters were originally human.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But I'm okay... so it must be normal, right?

[ghostlighter]

That's what I'm thinking.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Presses a hand against her chest in relief]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Staaare]

[ghostlighter]

[He smiles a little... and then is distracted by the noises of the obstacle course running without her.]

... Did you make that?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. Yes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[S...small Mu] Ah, h-hello.

[lamb_of_gold]

Are you training?

[ghostlighter]

All of it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's not very safe though, so you shouldn't touch it.

[ghostlighter]

... Why?

[lamb_of_gold]

...Can I try?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. For training.