[joint post] Repercussions

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[With the roar of falling debris, Crowley and Henrietta appear on the plane. They're curled in the middle of a mess of cement and ruptured steel. Blood twists in bright ribbons down the side of Henrietta's face. Flames wind up from the disaster here and there, fed by dissembled tables and discarded coffee cups.] Signore, are you all right? [Henrietta winces, one hand pressed against her eye.]

[Crowley is on his back with his legs partially covered by debris, and there's a long, jagged gash running over his right eye. His sunglasses appear to have been lost in the mess. He coughs and winces.] Fine enough. You? [He attempts to sit up]

[She stumbles over, her eye still shut, and tries to keep him from moving.] Ah, here, I can heal your face.

It's nothing, don't—your eye, let me see it.

[She shakes her head, flinching back slightly.] N-no, it's okay.

[He manages to get himself propped up on his elbows where he can see her better.] I can heal a little, you know. Let me see it.

[She very, very slowly relents, opening it just enough to show her white has gone dark with blood.] I can't see out of it.

[Crowley hisses at the sight of the injury and holds out a hand] Here, let me try.

Comments

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Must've been a bomb, it took out the entire shop.

[He waves a hand] 'm fine enough, don't bother.

[contract_star]

A bomb...so it was humans, not demons or angels?

Fine.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head slightly]

There've been terrorist attacks in London, two or three before this.

[contract_star]

Terrorists... [Grim look.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Small scale, nothing like— [a wince] —nothing like the ones in Asia. Or at least that's what the news has been telling us.

[contract_star]

Do they know who's doing it?

If you can heal yourself, you should probably do it.

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They aren't saying just yet, but they're making it sound local. Small time.

[He waves a hand and the debris covering his legs vanishes. The left leg looks fine, but there's a piece of metal through his right calf. The demon grimaces.]

Lovely. Never been as good at this as the angel.

[contract_star]

[Moves over and puts his hand on the bit of metal.]

I don't think it's attached to anything.

On the count of three?

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[Crowley rolls his eyes and waves a hand; the metal vanishes.]

[Unfortunately, this also means that there's nothing left to keep blood in the wound.]

[contract_star]

Fine, your way.

[Putting pressure on the wound now.]

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[He makes a face again, then nods]

Thanks.

London's certainly getting interesting, these days.

[contract_star]

Are they from your world, do you think? Or someone else's?

[Tourniquets Crowley's leg with a ripped up tablecloth.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's difficult to say. It isn't the first time London's been targeted, but my reality has been changing. According to Juni I may even have a fresh pack of demons running around somewhere.

[contract_star]

She said something to that effect.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...with any luck, Henrietta's experiment will end soon so I can take her back.

[contract_star]

I'm really hoping so.

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[He reaches down and heals the wound in his leg as best he can, which isn't nearly as spectacular as it would have been were it Aziraphale or even Henrietta doing it. Price of being a demon and all that.]

And then I'm still left with a demon-infested, terrorist-riddled London. How bloody fantastic.

[contract_star]

[Shrugs.] It's the Plane.