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poly_chromatic2012-11-15 11:21 pm
mr_phale) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-11-15 11:21 pm
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[There's a moment of quiet that stretches just a little too long, before Aziraphale speaks up in a rather strained tone.]
Well, this is certainly... unpleasant.
[Master of understatement.]
Er-- I think perhaps I ought to say something about the virtues of patience and endurance, but honestly, it's difficult to take that seriously at the best of times. I only hope that those of you who are able to, er, get about, are willing to aid those who aren't.
Crowley, you might bring some towels.
[ooc; fml please pretend this was earlier in the day .-. and augh backtags tomorrow. He's stuck with Dulcie's bleedy gunshot wings.]
Well, this is certainly... unpleasant.
[Master of understatement.]
Er-- I think perhaps I ought to say something about the virtues of patience and endurance, but honestly, it's difficult to take that seriously at the best of times. I only hope that those of you who are able to, er, get about, are willing to aid those who aren't.
Crowley, you might bring some towels.
[ooc; fml please pretend this was earlier in the day .-. and augh backtags tomorrow. He's stuck with Dulcie's bleedy gunshot wings.]
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I presume you tried healing them? I could give it a go.
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[And he's rather out of the habit of having them out; they tend to knock books off shelves and the like. It's part of why he's not going anywhere. Mostly, though, it's the bleeding bit. And moving hurts.]
Do try, if you like.
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[He sets the towels down next to Aziraphale and moves around behind him to get a look at the wounds.
Excuse me, but people or curses are not supposed to be hurting Aziraphale. Don't they recognize the only angel worth a toss around here? It's enough to make him willing to perform as big a miracle as it takes.]
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I think-- er. It's only a borrowed injury.
[Which doesn't much help the situation now but might be a bit of a reassurance. Not that Crowley needs to be reassured, of course.]
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[ooc: Theoretically based on the curse description, Crowley could heal it, but it can also not work as you prefer.]
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[ooc; i'm feeling mean, i'd rather he be stuck oozing blood >: tho ofcourse he will be fine in the end!]
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Then he drops down on the couch next to Aziraphale and holds out a whiskey tumbler filled near to the top.]
Best I can do.
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[Which is a rather weary way of saying thank-you anyway. At least the towels will keep this a bit neater.]
Shooting at angels really does seem particularly wrong.
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It's either bad taste or bad aim.
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[Unintentionally, he ruffles his feathers a bit in irritation, and winces. He's on vacation, and painkillers probably aren't much of a sin, are they?]
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[Crowley rattles the pillbox before opening it.]
Down the hatch old boy.
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Remind me never to get shot at.
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[Sigh. He knows she isn't, really-- at least, he's fairly sure-- but she certainly makes him feel old. Too old to be shot at, even.]
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[Don't be so literal. He's just feeling a tad protective. It's a bad habit.]
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Don't be so defensive.
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I suppose, though, with wings like that, she'd be rather a difficult target to miss.
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Doesn't it strike you as rather defective workmanship that she can't even put them away?
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[He takes a drink from a tumbler that has and has not been there all along.]
I wonder if I could just put some of my plants under your wings...
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[Which is as much a matter of concentration as chemicals, but so be it. The distraction helps, too.]
The plants?
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