[Joint Post]

[exensis]

[It would have been a dark and stormy night, if there was weather on the Plane-as it was, the very nature of the air shifted as the two appeared. Claustrophobic. Heavy. The dark promise of Evil to Come. The air trembled with malice as the first spoke.]

...I do think he was referring to you on that last bit. [Aziraphale and Crowley are on the Plane

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[fireintothesky]

[She blinks.] Crowley, why are you wearing a lab coat?

[Pause. Because she just called him Crowley. What else would you call him?] Oh... right. Of course.

[exserpens]

Beats me. I'm slightly more concerned about the disembodied voice following us around, and the fact that it's entirely delusional.

[fireintothesky]

Disembodied voice? [Tilts her head back again.] You mean that person that keeps talking to us?

[exserpens]

[Perhaps he had said too much...]

Would you stop that?

[fireintothesky]

...is he bad? [She was quickly falling under the sway of the diabolical man.]

...does he mean you?

[exserpens]

He? You mean the voice? He's certainly off his rocker, whatever-

[Yes, the dark-haired man in the lab coat. Unassuming, perhaps, but behind the pleasant veneer lay depths of evil the young girl could not possibly comprehend...]

Excuse me?

[fireintothesky]

[Is obediently uncomprehending] Excuse what, sir?

[exserpens]

[now looks worried]

Henrietta? All right in there? [waves a hand in front of her face]

[fireintothesky]

[ >.> Weird man waving hand in her face.] Um. Yes, sir.

[exserpens]

[a smile; he squares his shoulders and brushes off his lab coat]

That's all right then. Can't have your brothers worrying over you now, can we?

[fireintothesky]

No, sir. They worry too much already.

[ghostlighter]

You're telling me.

[fireintothesky]

What's wrong with him?

[ghostlighter]

... Wrong with who?

[fireintothesky]

The voice.

[ghostlighter]

[... stares at her a bit.] Hold on a minute. You think this is normal?