Open RP: Mel in the Great Hall
Mel stumbles into the Great Hall from the outside doors, carrying a sword made of pure light.
She doesn't look very well, owing mainly to a wound on her shoulder and lesser to a few scratches on her neck, made from a Hell agent's weapon. Her clothes look sun-faded after only a few days away, and Mel herself looks plain ill.
She shuts the door by leaning heavily on it, limps to the wall beside it, and lets herself slide to the floor, sword carefully placed by her side.
'That...could have gone better,' she whispers, and presses a hand filled with healing to her shoulder. All it does is make the bleeding stop; the quick still shows. Too tired to try again, she lets her head fall back to meet the wall.
((OOC: Mel is not going to be anything like the perky, happy girl she normally is. Come tag and torture the poor angel further!))
She doesn't look very well, owing mainly to a wound on her shoulder and lesser to a few scratches on her neck, made from a Hell agent's weapon. Her clothes look sun-faded after only a few days away, and Mel herself looks plain ill.
She shuts the door by leaning heavily on it, limps to the wall beside it, and lets herself slide to the floor, sword carefully placed by her side.
'That...could have gone better,' she whispers, and presses a hand filled with healing to her shoulder. All it does is make the bleeding stop; the quick still shows. Too tired to try again, she lets her head fall back to meet the wall.
((OOC: Mel is not going to be anything like the perky, happy girl she normally is. Come tag and torture the poor angel further!))