[joint post] Repercussions

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh no, it's not that bad. Please-- [She starts trying to shift the stuff on Crowley's legs]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Stand back, Henrietta.

[She charges the chunk of cement on Crowley's legs and headbutts it. It kind of...powderizes. She then summons a wind to blow it away and inspects the damage to Crowley's leg.]

You two have certainly done it this time.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley shakes his head, wincing at the piece of metal through his leg]

Wasn't aware we weren't allowed to visit coffee shops any more. Though the city will likely be in an uproar after today.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She banishes the metal with a glare.] It was Padania, probably.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Draws a brush stroke in the air above Crowley's leg and face. An instant later, the wounds are closing. Then she turns to Henrietta and does the same to her eye.]

And what is Padania?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Huh...nice trick there, Ammy. Crowley sits up a bit better now.]

Thanks.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Cautious finger-exam of surrounding bone.] Padania's Republican faction. They're terrorists. [Wince, and she looks away.] I'm supposed to fight them.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

You are quite welcome.

Terrorists? The name implies nothing but darkness. And you are supposed to fight them, are you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He's now paying more attention to Henrietta, waiting for her to answer Ammy]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes. That's what the whole point of the Agency is. We're supposed to fight terrorists.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I see. That Agency you work for.

I suppose people like that must be fought, though I cannot say I am happy that they leave it up to children.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[ffff looks away guiltily]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fdsjhk saw that] Signore? What is it? What's wrong?

[Fret-mode is set to high]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Watching them in silence.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Turns back, smiling wearily]

Nothing. Just fine, all things considered. Thanks to Am, of course.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, yes, thank you signorina. [Attempts a wobbly curtsy. She's a bit off her game.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

I am glad that you two are alright. Do try to be careful, yes? People get hurt far too often around here.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Doing our best, Am, doing our best. Reality's gone a bit off, lately.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ DX ] Yes... Padania is more active, too.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

If it is not issues with realities, it is experiments. They have become quite frequent of late. I fear sometimes that the stress might be too much for some of the people here.