"I don't cheat," Gabriel said with dignity as he slid off the table, lifting and angling his wings so he didn't hit anyone over the head by accident. "I merely seek alternate avenues. It's hardly my fault I can wear other forms and you can't, Skul."
His body still ached something fierce, a fact of which he was reminded when he tried to move normally and hissed. Of course; his wings were tended. The general strain in his body hadn't been. Gingerly the Archangel picked up the empty bottle, nodding a response to Skul; even as he turned there was the tiniest flicker around him, more because of the sudden dearth of light than anything else, as he assumed his human form again. (Already wearing another shirt. This one was blue.)
"Would you mind refilling this for me before we go?" he asked Valkyrie, handing her the bottle over the table. If they were truly on a time limit, a time limit in which the Cleavers--whatever they were--were already inside the facility, then they didn't have the seconds to waste for him to limp around the table to the barrel. Then he accepted Ghastly's arm, watching with interest as they all linked up. Maybe he could get a sense of how Fletcher's magic worked.
"Out!" Kenspeckle commanded, waiting just long enough for Valkyrie to scoop up some water before lidding the barrel. Gabriel looked at him.
"Professor, thank you. I hope you don't get in trouble over this, but if you ever need the aid, pray to me. I'll hear."
"Haven't prayed a day in my life since I was fourteen," Kenspeckle snapped, and then his voice softened almost as much as it would have for Valkyrie. "But I'll keep it in mind. As long as it doesn't involve you straining your wings all over again! Idiot angels," he snorted, and pointed toward Fletcher. "Now out."
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His body still ached something fierce, a fact of which he was reminded when he tried to move normally and hissed. Of course; his wings were tended. The general strain in his body hadn't been. Gingerly the Archangel picked up the empty bottle, nodding a response to Skul; even as he turned there was the tiniest flicker around him, more because of the sudden dearth of light than anything else, as he assumed his human form again. (Already wearing another shirt. This one was blue.)
"Would you mind refilling this for me before we go?" he asked Valkyrie, handing her the bottle over the table. If they were truly on a time limit, a time limit in which the Cleavers--whatever they were--were already inside the facility, then they didn't have the seconds to waste for him to limp around the table to the barrel. Then he accepted Ghastly's arm, watching with interest as they all linked up. Maybe he could get a sense of how Fletcher's magic worked.
"Out!" Kenspeckle commanded, waiting just long enough for Valkyrie to scoop up some water before lidding the barrel. Gabriel looked at him.
"Professor, thank you. I hope you don't get in trouble over this, but if you ever need the aid, pray to me. I'll hear."
"Haven't prayed a day in my life since I was fourteen," Kenspeckle snapped, and then his voice softened almost as much as it would have for Valkyrie. "But I'll keep it in mind. As long as it doesn't involve you straining your wings all over again! Idiot angels," he snorted, and pointed toward Fletcher. "Now out."