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[tough_cookie_]

Journal

Life sucks again.

Whole can of worms opened at work and now Scott's ex Ramona has turned up to fight me to the death. Talk about your PMS. Excuse me while I prepare to battle for my life.
Oh for the days of celibacy. Although I must admit the perks are good.
If I die, the grave stone better say "Phoebe 'Cookie' Rosa Calvert --Buried Alive

Comments

[angelical_azi]

Oh my word. *flounders and sputters* This...you...bloody ineffability!

And we can't do anything? Anything at all?

[tough_cookie_]

Absolutely nothing, Az.

[angelical_azi]

*sighs and pinches his nose*

Give me a second here.

*goes off*

[tough_cookie_]

Um...okay?

[angelical_azi]

*comes back after a few hours*

You may...you may need this. *he hands over a large brown package*

It took a lot to get this. Just...don't loose it. I have it on loan, you could say.

[tough_cookie_]

*she begins to open it*

Um, Az? What is it?

[angelical_azi]

It's a sword. A very special one. The kind that...sets on fire.

[tough_cookie_]

...

...no fucking way. *she lifts it up* It feels so...light.

[angelical_azi]

*winces* Watch your language, dear. Although I suppose I did swear earlier... Still.

Don't worry about use. *he takes it gently from her and makes a few motions* They...have a way. *he hands it back to her*

I don't condone this sort of behaviour. At the same time, I'm not going to let a nineteen-year-old girl go off to fight a duel without proper weaponry.

[tough_cookie_]

*looks at the sword and lets it burst into flame*

Not completely defenceless, Aziraphale. Not completely.

[angelical_azi]

Call it insurance.

I'm not entirely sure it's the right thing to do but... Well.

*hugs her* Take care. And don't be afraid.

[tough_cookie_]

Thank you, Aziraphale. For everything.

And please pass my message along to Crowley.

[angelical_azi]

I will. You be careful.