[video > action]hung_garianDecember 16 2011, 20:25:56 UTC
Sure thing. Gimme a few minutes, yeah?
[He hangs up, and dashes to her room. It takes longer than usual - these wings don't work the way his normal ones do, so he's pretty annoyed that they were replaced - but it's still a rather short time before he arrives, not bothering to knock before opening the door and strolling over to the bed. He's got the teddy in one hand (now sans jacket, but the patch is still there - don't worry, he hasn't removed the eye underneath), and he casually drops it at the end of the bed before sitting down and pressing a hand to her forehead.]
Can't do much about the wings coming out, sorry, but I can manage the pain for a bit. Healing's never been my forte, but I'm just about competent.
[The hand on her forehead is getting quite warm, which would normally be unpleasant, probably, but as it warms up, the pain should begin to diminish.]
[Aaaand this is why he doesn't usually help strangers out.]
What, the wings?
[His own - his new own, that is, not his normal set - shift restlessly behind him. Not that she's likely to be paying attention to much besides the pain and the wings and all that, but if she were, she'd notice that his are a darkish grey.]
You sure? 'Cause, yeah, it's better to get them out before they get themselves out, but I'm not the most accurate surgeon round here, and it hurts like a bitch. I mean, I can do it, sure, but it might be easier for you if you wait for Dr Watson or someone to come give you a hand with 'em instead...
Fine, fine. Just don't blame me if you wind up looking like Freddy Krueger gave you a backrub.
[He sighs, and moves to stand behind her so that he can get a better look at what he's doing. Two slits tear themselves neatly in the fabric of her clothes, leaving just about the right space for a set of wings to come out, and he hesitates, just momentarily. Then he seems to get over whatever indecision had apparently been bothering him, and suddenly two circles of skin are missing from her back, just above where the wings would come out; they don't bleed much, surprisingly - perks of having an archangel as a surgeon, even one as generally useless as Gabriel. Wincing, he steps out of the way - he doesn't want to be hit in the face by the wings emerging.]
[He steps back again, prepared to leave: after all, she seems to have the situation under control now, and he's not entirely comfortable with doing something so unpleasant to someone he doesn't feel deserves it, even if it is for their own good.]
[ She's trying to control her breathing quietly as he stepped back but she didn't want him to feel like he was at fault. she asked him to do it so it wasn't his fault that this happened. It was her own fault. ]
...I think so....thank you.
[ She replied with a small smile. ]
Don't feel bad about it okay? It's not your fault. I asked for it myself.
I can help with that, sweetheart, if you need a hand.
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[He hangs up, and dashes to her room. It takes longer than usual - these wings don't work the way his normal ones do, so he's pretty annoyed that they were replaced - but it's still a rather short time before he arrives, not bothering to knock before opening the door and strolling over to the bed. He's got the teddy in one hand (now sans jacket, but the patch is still there - don't worry, he hasn't removed the eye underneath), and he casually drops it at the end of the bed before sitting down and pressing a hand to her forehead.]
Can't do much about the wings coming out, sorry, but I can manage the pain for a bit. Healing's never been my forte, but I'm just about competent.
[The hand on her forehead is getting quite warm, which would normally be unpleasant, probably, but as it warms up, the pain should begin to diminish.]
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What, the wings?
[His own - his new own, that is, not his normal set - shift restlessly behind him. Not that she's likely to be paying attention to much besides the pain and the wings and all that, but if she were, she'd notice that his are a darkish grey.]
You sure? 'Cause, yeah, it's better to get them out before they get themselves out, but I'm not the most accurate surgeon round here, and it hurts like a bitch. I mean, I can do it, sure, but it might be easier for you if you wait for Dr Watson or someone to come give you a hand with 'em instead...
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[He sighs, and moves to stand behind her so that he can get a better look at what he's doing. Two slits tear themselves neatly in the fabric of her clothes, leaving just about the right space for a set of wings to come out, and he hesitates, just momentarily. Then he seems to get over whatever indecision had apparently been bothering him, and suddenly two circles of skin are missing from her back, just above where the wings would come out; they don't bleed much, surprisingly - perks of having an archangel as a surgeon, even one as generally useless as Gabriel. Wincing, he steps out of the way - he doesn't want to be hit in the face by the wings emerging.]
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So, uh. You okay now?
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...I think so....thank you.
[ She replied with a small smile. ]
Don't feel bad about it okay? It's not your fault. I asked for it myself.
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Feel bad? Pfft. This is practically my hobby, honey. See you.
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Are you sure?
Well if you say so. Thank you again....uhh what's your name?
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..Ahmm...
[ She looks off a little. ]
Thank you.
[ She wants to ask about the bear... ]
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[If he knew that was what she wanted to ask, he'd reply... but, unfortunately, he doesn't.]
Well, if that's all, honey...
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ah...thank you again...Mr. Gabriel.
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