[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.

Comments

[contract_star]

[OMFG.]

[Then disappears and comes back with a first-aid kit.]

What the hell happened?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

... [Oh for the love of--]

Hold still. I will heal you both.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley glances in the direction of the voice]

I'd say it was an explosion, but [coughs] that might be a bit obvious.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Like a shark attracted to blood!! He comes quite close and inspects them before asking, with no sign that he cares in the slightest]

What happened?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Am—

[He gestures toward Henrietta] Her eye.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Gives One a brief look]

An explosion. Had to have been a bomb.

[contract_star]

What set off the explosion?

[Gestures at Crowley's injury.] Can you heal that yourself, or do you want me poking at it?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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

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

[lamb_of_gold]

[:O!! Mu runs over to them!] What happened?

[contract_star]

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

Fine.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngh...someone attacked the shop we were in.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head slightly]

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

[lamb_of_gold]

[Kneels next to Crowley, then frowns at the hunk of rock. He puts his hand on it and it glows gold for a brief second before the rock all but disintegrates. Mu immediately begins looking to see if there's a broken bone]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley looks...well, shocked. Mostly because HE was going to do that. His left leg looks fine, if a bit battered, but there's a bit of metal sort of going through his right calf.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Well he can't disintegrate that...] Uhm. Do you have something to tie around your leg? I need to pull this out.

[contract_star]

Terrorists... [Grim look.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Wha—oh, hang on.

[He waves a hand and the piece of metal vanishes; he winces as the newly-opened wound begins bleeding faster.]

[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.

[lamb_of_gold]

[FFFT, clamps his hands over the wound and they glow again, the wound very slowly beginning to knit itself shut] I'm sorry, I'm still learning how to heal properly....

[contract_star]

Do they know who's doing it?

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

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

That's—

Er...what are you?

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm just me.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

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.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...right.

Ah. Thanks, I mean. [He reaches up and wipes some of the blood from his face, before it can get into his eyes. Which are yellow and snakey, if Mu should happen to notice/care >>;]

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Whoa! [fkalfjkal.] Hold still, I can at least get the rocks off you...

[Stomps a foot forward and makes a flicking motion with her hands. The cement and rocks flip up and off the two.]