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[voicelessengel]

[Sitting on one of the pews in the abandoned church, she frowns deep as she holds a stick with her arms wrapped around herself in a vain attempt to try and scratch the wings on her back

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[originalpilot]

What are you trying to do?

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[voicelessengel]

They itch and she cannot reach them.

New feathers are coming in.

[originalpilot]

[Huh. He'd never thought much about what it would be like to have wings, but an inconvenience like that had never occurred to him on the rare occasions that he had.]

Must be tough. I can help, if you need it. Where are you?

[voicelessengel]

She is in the old Church. It reminded her of home.

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[angelic_phale]

[Not being as attentive to the community as most people, Aziraphale is only seeing Nill for the first time. And he sees the wings and is curious. He walks into the church after having flown directly there, his own large, white wings still out behind him.]

...miss?

[voicelessengel]

[Drops the device and the stick she was using and turns to where she hears the voice. Her natural instinct is to run and hide and she holds true to it by back stepping towards one of the larger columns of the church.

Ducking behind it, she peeks out shyly.]

[angelic_phale]

Oh- don't worry, dear, no need to be frightened. I didn't mean to startle you.

[He wears a sheepish smile, his wings shifting a bit.]

[voicelessengel]

[Blinks owlishly and looks past him to his wings with a small frown. In that moment, her wings open up just a bit but being the tiny things they are, they're hardly impressive.]

[justice_burger]

[A determined America hobbles in. He's got a crutch beneath one arm and splints over a knee and his right foot - he probably shouldn't be walking. But he's stubborn, and he is.]

Hey, Nill. It's America. [He flashes a smile.]

What do you need help with?

[voicelessengel]

[Perking up a bit when she hears America's voice, she turns to look at him only to see the state he's in.

Frowning, her shoulders sag and her wings droop before she hurries over to him with a worried look in her eyes.]

[justice_burger]

[He looks away for an instant, then insistently waves her off.] Hey, hey, it's a lot better now. Was it your wings that needed help?

[voicelessengel]

[Almost feels completely selfish for such a fuss over something so trivial compared to his wounds [and in turn, others].

At the nearest pew, she takes a seat and pulls her hair over her shoulder, tiny wings coming out of her shoulder blades. Feathers spread and wings ruffle, some more of the filament dust falling to the aging dust of the church.]