She reflexively lashes out to punch whatever's closest to her before her eyes are even open, but it works.
Raphael is still on the ground when that happens and she comes to properly, reacting as... gracefully as you would expect, with all the pinache of someone just doused in cold water.]
What- what was that? [She tries to get up but kind of- can't, and falls on her elbows, head bowed as she quells the urge to throw up.
...At least she doesn't feel hot enough to die anymore. By a tiny, tiny margin. Have the most hateful glare, Rachel. Angels like water as much as cats.]
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She reflexively lashes out to punch whatever's closest to her before her eyes are even open, but it works.
Raphael is still on the ground when that happens and she comes to properly, reacting as... gracefully as you would expect, with all the pinache of someone just doused in cold water.]
What- what was that? [She tries to get up but kind of- can't, and falls on her elbows, head bowed as she quells the urge to throw up.
...At least she doesn't feel hot enough to die anymore. By a tiny, tiny margin. Have the most hateful glare, Rachel. Angels like water as much as cats.]