[When Chris started getting that telltale dentists drill sound, he honestly thought about ignoring it. The problem with that? It was, really, really, really annoying. Was that part of the plan? Make the first calls of a whitelighter's new charge sound like nails on a chalkboard so you absolutely had to answer? That actually kind of tracked. So, he put down the vegetables he had been chopping, cleaned the knife off and put it aside before finding a place to settle. Sure, he could just orb to where ever they were and figure it out later but, Chris was the type to come prepared. He liked lists. He liked gathering information. And he really didn't like just orbing into situations he couldn't try and control.
The first thing he was hit by was the pain, this all consuming horrible pain that almost made him rush and orb straight there. What was he going to do? He couldn't heal. They were stuck with the only angel in existence that couldn't actually do anything about it. Was there even a first aid kit here? Okay, figure out where to get a first aid kit later. Taking a shuddering breath, he tried to remember what he'd been told, what he read, how to help without getting sucked in. How to register and feel the pain without letting it control you.
Fuck that.
Instead, he just orbed to Nebula, fully expecting her to be bleeding out and stabbed in 5 million places, and not roasting a piece of meat over a fire.]
What the fuck?
[What do you mean Nebula, that wasn't completely self explanatory? He glanced over at the shithole of a temple the Solvunite's had decided to build because yeah, that made total sense, momentarily distracted by the utter stupidity of it all.]
Okay, first of all, it's moronic. And second, how are you okay right now?
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The first thing he was hit by was the pain, this all consuming horrible pain that almost made him rush and orb straight there. What was he going to do? He couldn't heal. They were stuck with the only angel in existence that couldn't actually do anything about it. Was there even a first aid kit here? Okay, figure out where to get a first aid kit later. Taking a shuddering breath, he tried to remember what he'd been told, what he read, how to help without getting sucked in. How to register and feel the pain without letting it control you.
Fuck that.
Instead, he just orbed to Nebula, fully expecting her to be bleeding out and stabbed in 5 million places, and not roasting a piece of meat over a fire.]
What the fuck?
[What do you mean Nebula, that wasn't completely self explanatory? He glanced over at the shithole of a temple the Solvunite's had decided to build because yeah, that made total sense, momentarily distracted by the utter stupidity of it all.]
Okay, first of all, it's moronic. And second, how are you okay right now?