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[mnt_raph]

*Raph knows he should have been around yesterday, to see the look on Bernard's face. To watch him squirm as question after question was fired at him as to why he was suddenly green. And while all of that would have been hysterical on many many levels, he couldn't lower himself to gloat. It's too early in the war for that.

But hey, work is work, and his shift is due to start soon, so he'd better get out there and, you know, watch people drink and stuff.

The door to the Staff Hallway opens and Raph clomps out, the purple is all but gone at this point. Raph'll have to thank Bernard's tampered soap for that.*

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[locks_it_up]

She turns to him, after the ensuing drama with Bartleby, (which the mun can't link to because she's HTML challenged,) blood on her fingers and her lips, and quirks a sort of smirk.

"Well. That was interesting."

[mnt_raph]

*He can't speak, in fact he can't do much of anything that isn't merely staring at her.*

[locks_it_up]

An eyebrow raises.

She'd smile more, but, frankly, it hurts a little.

She waves a hand in front of his eyes. "You alright there?"

[mnt_raph]

*Normally, he'd be too busy trying to kick the crap out of the person who caused the harm, but since she stopped him, he can't seem to get the rage kick started again. And not for lack of trying.

Slowly he raises a hand to touch her cheek.*

Question is, are you?

[locks_it_up]

She flinches. But only a little bit.

"I'll live. Promise."

She looks down at her own blood again, and shakes her head.

"The last time anything remotely like this happened... Well. I didn't look even close to human."

[mnt_raph]

Sit.
*he points to an empty barstool, and then orders up a bowl of cold water and a washcloth from the bar.*

Hold still.

*He dips the washcloth into the cold water, and very very carefully sets about caring for her busted lip.*

[locks_it_up]

She complies with very little fuss.

There's a muffled sort of mumbling noise, and when he moves the washcloth, she carefully doesn't smile.

"Didn't think you'd ever have to do something like this..."

[mnt_raph]

Didn't think I'd be doin' a lot of things.

*He's paying a lot of attention to the wound, but can't help but smile just a little.*

[locks_it_up]

"You know, this is one experience I-- ow, damnit!-- don't think I'll be repeating soon."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

A young man with a gun on his hip at this point comes in from outside with a good-sized chunk of wood in his hand. He walks up to bar not far from Raph and asks it for a carving knife and a cup of coffee.

When he sees Raph standing nearby he gives him a friendly nod, with smile. "Hey, how you doin?" There's more than a bit of Brooklyn in his voice.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph blinks at the familar accent. It makes him vaguely homesick.*

Meh, doin' okay. You?

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"Pretty fuckin fabulous, considering." Eddie smiles a lot. He's doing it now. "Eddie Dean." He lays the peice of wood on the bar and holds out a hand.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph accepts the hand.*

Raphael.
Where in Brooklyn you from, man?

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

He grins. "Co-op City. Ain't been home in a while, but that was home back in the day. How 'bout you, Raph?"

[mnt_raph]

"Know eleventh and Bleaker?"

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie nods. "Sure. We used to hook cigarettes from the little shop down there 'cos the guy who ran it was blind as a bat."

[mnt_raph]

*Raph chuckles. He doesn't need to know the exact corner store, they were all the same really.*

Under that, actually.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

This gets a quizzical grin and a raised eyebrow. "You sure as hell don't look like an alligator, bro."

[locks_it_up]

And Death, who has a washcloth currently pressed to her lip, waves cheerfully at Eddie.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie's eyebrows jump. "H-hey. I heard you were here." His smile is weak but still there.

[locks_it_up]

"Yeaah. Yeah, I am. It's a nice little place."

She smiles, but only a little. Busted lip and all. "Good to see you again. Here."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"It's good to be here." There's a lot of depth in those words.

"Do I have you thank for it?"

[locks_it_up]

She shrugs a little.

"You could, but mostly... you choose exactly what you want to do. I've got very little to do with it."

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

"...they were callin for me," he says quietly. He touches the spot over his eye, once, then shakes it off. Notices her lip.

Somebody sent Death home with a fuckin rupture? "What happened with the..." He gestures vaguely around his mouth.

[locks_it_up]

She smirks.

"Dumb angel. Really dumb angel." A shrug. "It actually hasn't happened for... about three, four billion years. Give or take."