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[irish_vagabond]

[OOM: "Genesis? What, like the bloody band? That's a terrible name!" (Warnings for violence, blood, gore.)]

So as to not track blood into the church, Jesse and Cassidy go 'round the back to enter through the kitchen door. But when Cassidy follows Jesse through, he somehow once again ends up in Milliways.

"Ah, fer Chrissakes," he mutters, stopping short at the sudden sight of the bar in general. "You've really gotta stop sneakin' up on me like that."

He lowers his parka hood and pulls the conical straw hat off his head. His clothes are a mess, there's dried blood under his nose in a trail down his chin, and various bruises on his face and around his left eye have had time to turn purple.

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[starrydome]

"Are you all right?"

The voice is kind and concerned. Also British only not at all.

[irish_vagabond]

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm just a wee bit whoa--"

This is when Cassidy actually looks up at the guy talking to him. He lowers his shades and eyes him up and down, his brows raised.

"Well, aren't you a regal sight to behold, eh? Nice threads!"

Very Lord of the Rings. But he doesn't say this out loud.

[starrydome]

" ... thank you."
It seemed like a compliment.

"Is - that made from straw?"
The hat that is. It looks most practical.

[irish_vagabond]

It's very much a compliment!

"Aye, sure is, keeps the sun off me face an' neck right nicely, also flexible enough to fold up so's I can tuck it away in a pocket. Have a look?" He offers him the woven straw hat to inspect. He figures they don't have these things in...well, he doesn't want to assume that he's from Middle Earth, but the association is strong.

[starrydome]

Elrond takes it with sure, elegant fingers and looks it over.

"Yes. I see. It is somewhat reminiscent of headgear I have seen Hobbits wear, although they seem to favour a slightly different shape."

Yes.
He said hobbits.

[irish_vagabond]

omg

Did he say Hobbits? He totally said Hobbits.

"Hobbits," Cassidy repeats as calmly and casually as he can. "Right. Hobbits. Aye, I've-- I've heard of Hobbits. I mean, from stories. People about yay high, really into food an' weed. I can relate."

[starrydome]

"They do enjoy their pipe weed," Elrond agrees.

"And good food. And stories."

He smiles fondly. "Though the amount of questions they are prone to ask do tend to lengthen any tale.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric, dressed in a rather light sun dress, orders some ice and a cloth from the bar, offering them to Cassidy. "Come, sit."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy blinks at the offer in a moment's hesitation.

"Oh, uh, thanks! But I probably shouldn't get cleaned up, y'know, Jesse's waitin' for me, he might notice, so..."

He sniffs and rubs at his chin, causing dried blood to flake off. "Do I look as bad as I feel?" he chuckles, easing himself onto a stool with a wince.

[thewidewideworld]

"Yes, my friend. I'm afraid you do. What happened?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Oof," he huffs as he presses a hand to his ribcage. "Well, it's complicated, but the short of it is that I've spent the last couple hours tryin' to subdue a super-powered angel that was tryin' to kill Jesse. Luckily we had two other angels to help, but it took all four of us to do it."

[thewidewideworld]

"If you can't clean the blood from your face, at least ice your ribs." Sinric asks in gentle despair for Cassidy's condition. "Such a battle is no small thing."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy concedes and wraps some ice in the cloth and lifts his shirt to hold it against what might be a broken rib or two.

"You're tellin' me," he snorts. "Y'know what happens to angels in my world when you kill 'em, they regenerate into a whole new body, a clone. So this new angel, we had to try to not kill her, 'cause then she'd only come back an' attack us again an' again. It was insane! Angel bodies everywhere! What's more, she was this little blonde chick, maybe not even taller than you, but damn, she packed a punch. Ow."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian looks up from his caf and sees Cassidy then stands up quicker, blood is never a good sign. "Cassidy. Are you hurt?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Nah, 'm fine, just a bit banged up is all," Cassidy assures him with a wave of his hand. When he sits down at the bar, he winces and presses a hand to his side. "I've had worse. I take it as a win when I haven't been stabbed or shot."

[childofrebellion]

"And no one's after you. Who were you fighting?"

Getting away from a mission is always key, not being hurt is something he tries to have happen but can't control it. And if he's hurt then that's what happens.

[irish_vagabond]

"Well, I told you about them angels, right? Well, this was another angel, a different kind, like super fuckin' strong even though she looked like this little blond chick only about five feet high. I swear, it took four of us to take her down, me, the two other angels, an' Jesse, who she was tryin' to kill. It was a right bloodbath, I tell ya, 'cause whenever one of the angels died, they just come back to life in another body, like instant clones, know what I mean? So that was great for them an' all, but this new angel, Jaysus Christ, she wouldn't stop. So we had to not kill her so she wouldn't come back. That was the hardest part. Took hours, I swear."

[childofrebellion]

"Kriff, that's not right. But now the other angels are on your side?" The dead continuing to fight is an awful image and Cassian goes a little pale.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy makes a noncommittal sound. "Ehhh, not as such? I mean, to be fair, I think that new angel was actively tryin' to kill them, too. From what I gather, they're not even supposed to be on Earth, so I'm thinkin' it was like their superior officer come to collect them or something."

He then sighs and absently rubs his side, shaking his head a little. "Jesse, though. He's still not giving up that power he has."

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber's hanging out at the bar top and sees Cassidy walk in, and winds up blinking and staring a little at the array of bruises and straw he's brought with him.

"Hey there," he says, casually as he can muster. "You all right there, Cass?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Graverobber!" Cassidy greets him, slapping him on the shoulder. "Oh, dude, you're a sight for sore eyes. Listen, I could really go for a shot of Zydrate right about now. I just spent the last couple hours tryin' to subdue a psycho Terminator angel an' I'm really feelin' it."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Yeah, that sounds like that's worthy of a hit or two," he says with eyebrows raised and a short laugh. "Luckily, I'm flush with all sorts of happy corpse juice to help with that little problem."

[irish_vagabond]

"Happy corpse juice! Hilarious! Might wanna leave that off your business cards, though."

Cassidy orders a bottle of whiskey at the bar, then jerks his thumb toward the back door. "Shall we?"

Being discreet and all.

[quick_clean_pure]

Graverobber laughs. "Can do, but you gotta admit it's catchy."

At the thumb-jerk, he nods with a grin and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "Oh, we shall," he says, making a bee-line for it as he fumbles for his zydrate gun in his coat.

[irish_vagabond]

"That it is! A recycled product needs a new name," he chuckles, before wincing and rubbing his side.

Keeping his sunglasses on, he pokes his head outside and finds that the back porch is sufficiently shaded from the sun. He then sets his straw hat and whiskey on a patio table.

"I tell ya, mate, you don't wanna be messin' with killer angels. She weren't but five feet high, yet it took four grown men to take her down."