realityshifted | [joint post] Repercussions

[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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What the— [Cuts himself off. Gestures, and some of the rubble moves itself off Crowley with a slightly jarring rolling motion.]

[dmsshdgf closing her eye] C-Chris! Be careful, please. [D:]

I'll be fine. [Hurrying over and kneeling down next to her and Crowley.] What happened?!

The shop we were in got blown up.

What?!

[._.] It got blown up.

Yeah, I— never mind.

You're hurt. Where, exactly? [Getting ready to go back and get a kit or something. And wishing for the nth time that he could just heal like a regular Whitelighter.]

[Covers her eye with one hand] I've got a cut on my head, I think.

... What about your eye?

[djfkldjf] It's fine, really.

Then why are you covering it?

Um. I got some dust in it.

[He glances to Crowley momentarily, then he's back to Henrietta.] ... hold on.

[Disappears from the Plane, then returns with a first-aid kit and a water bottle, which he sets aside while getting some bandages out. It doesn't occur to him she could heal herself, since Whitelighters either automatically heal, or are unable to all together.]

[Uncovers her eye, which is still half-open, and shakes her head] No, it's okay, I'm all right.

[Frowns, and reaches out to lightly place his hand under her chin, trying to get her to tilt her head back so he can get a better look.] You know, you say that, but I'm having a hard time believing it.

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[Crowley grimaces at the movement]

Just hang on, will you?

[he waves a hand at the rubble and it vanishes]

[Nngh. Chris comes over and crouches down, trying to take in the scene.] What the heck happened?

[The demon himself has got a piece of metal sticking through his right calf, but other than that and the gash on his face looks to be in one piece.]

A bomb, in the coffee shop were were in. Terrorists, I suppose.

[... that metal looks painful. He winces slightly and turns his focus elsewhere for now.]

A bomb?! You— [dsfsdlknlk]

Ngh. We think they've come from Henrietta's reality. The terrorists, I mean.

[Crowley wipes a bit of blood from his face, so it doesn't drip down into his eyes, and focuses his attention on the leg. A gesture and the metal disappears, and he claps both hands to either side of the injury to slow the blood flow.]

[Chris frowns intensely at that first part, but then he disappears, quickly returning with a towel in hand.] Use this. Should help stem the blood better.

Thanks. [He does so, then while the towel is on the wound goes about putting a little healing energy into the leg. The bleeding stops soon enough, though the wound is still fairly nasty.]

[He nods and waits for a moment to see what will happen, then silently drops from the Plane once again, returning with a first-aid kit, and starts to get some antiseptic out.]

[Just watches Chris. People being helpful to a demon...sorta awkward for him. Doesn't happen all that often.]

And before you ask, I'm taking Henrietta back as soon as I can.

[He figures it's not the norm, so he starts trying to clean the thing out silently.]

Good. When this experiment's over... it's probably for the best.