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*there is a small, wounded sound from inside the room*

*swears in his own language*

*From no where Raph appears. He's leaning in the door jam, munching on an apple*

Should you be doing that?

Yes.
I want to see him.

He's dangerous.
Folk don't get locked up for no reason, you know.

yes they do. often.
I know what he is. He's all alone.

please, Raph.

*Looks around to make sure no one's looking*

Alright, but on one condition.
You don't get to hit him.
*he thinks to himself, "That's my job"*
Deal?

*before the Fool answers, he's already breaking out the lock pick kit.*

*flops with relief*

thank you. Just... don't hit him too hard.

*looks over and pulls a face which can only be defined as "pure innocence"*

*Raph digs in the pockets of his pants and pulls out a red bandana.*
Uniform, y'see.
Well, I can't promise you nothin'. With all the magic and angels and crap around here, there's a wicked good chance I won't even be able to open this puppy up.

[OOC: Yeah, you'll have problems. Angel-proof.

[ooc: Damn, I ain't no angel. What about if I kick it. Really hard?]

[OOC: But since you aren't an angel, you should theoretically be able to pick it.

[ooc: oh good. Cause I was just about to have Raph run to the freezer and cut the angel hand of the dead one, to see if that worked]

[perhaps only from the inside?]

*impatiently*
you can.
come on, Raph.

*Raph begins to manipulate the tumblers. His frustration level is clearly beginning to rise*

*Through clenched teeth he mutters*
This would be a whole lot easier if we didn't need the lock to work afterwards.

I think I could live with that.

*pauses*

but it's probably not a good idea.
Keep trying.

*continues to turn picks. Not much of anything is happening just yet. He turns to the Fool*

What if only an Angel can open this? Should we go and cut the hand of the angel in the freezer? Think that'll help?

...
there's an angel in the freezer?

*stares*

no, I don't think that would help. I don't think that would help at all. I think that might possibly be the least helpful thing we could possibly do.

*gestures at lockpicks*
give them to me.

*there is another small sound from inside the room, as though someone is biting into pillows to stifle dry sobs*

*kicks the wall*

What would you do with the body of a dead angel?
*mutters*seemed like a good idea at the time

*Raph tries for a full minute after the demand for the lock picks has been made*
Fine. But you gotta come down here and pick up where I'm leavin' off. I've got all the tumblers set, but the damn thing still won't open.

My fingers are nimbler than yours but I don't have the skill.

*strips off a glove and wiggles his silver fingertips*

these might help. probably not, but possibly yes. can I touch you?

*Freezes*
What do you mean, "Can I touch you?"

It's the skill. It's... knowing. I have only a residue of it, from these silver stains, but perhaps...

I don't have time for this.

*presses fingertips to Raph's arm*

[ooc: not thinking of turtle porn! NOT thinking it! *hits brain*]

*Raph just sits there.*

So, uh, now what?

*face twists in frustration*

It's not working. I could never do it on my own!

Bartleby!

*kicks door*
*there is a 'click'*
*stares in astonishment as the door swings open*

Bartleby?

*stares in amazement*
Holy fuck.

[OOC: Wanna move it here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/165760.html)?

[ooc: done]

[ooc: yep!]