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[somethingspecial]

Hello, Adstringendum! This is Rachel Berry and I'm unable to come to the phone right now due to some pressing matters that I must get resolved or else. If you would like to get a hold of me for any reason whatsoever -- business or otherwise --, please leave a message after the beep!

... Does this thing beep?

Oh, well -- beep!

ooc: Need to get in contact with Rachel and there's no available post? Comment away!

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Rachel, Ed told me you were at one of the safehouses. I wanted to be certain.

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[She is sitting on a cot, with her arms around her dog, to keep her in one place, a bag next to her full of things that absolutely cannot be lost. But she looks up, at her PCD going off, and she promptly looks terrified.]

You're hurt -- !

[FACE.]

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Not seriously.

Are you alright?

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[somethingspecial]

Evita burned her nose.

[And she adjusts the camera to show her dog, who indeed has a shiny wound on the tip of her black wet nose, but the dog seems to be toughing it out nicely, and Rachel tightens her hold on the dog.]

Where are you? What's happening? No one has told me anything and -- is this an event?

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I am at one of the safehouses, for the moment. Jo and I built it; it is likely one of the best protected here.



No, it is not an event. One of the Animus has attacked the city.

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[She reads that offer loud and clear, and while she looks tempted, she ultimately shakes her head.]

Edward and Alphonse and Negi think I am here -- I would not want to leave and worry them. It's fine -- I'm okay where I am. It's safe.

[But at the next piece of news, her eyes widen slightly. Evita whines slightly -- Rachel is hugging her around the neck a little too tightly.]

Why? What did we do?

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[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

A few individuals made a foolish mistake. One of the Animus used it as an opportunity to lash out at us.



There are also three other new powerful creatures that have arrived, and they have their own smaller creatures with them.

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[ofthursday]

[Knock knock at the door Rachel. Castiel knows where you live now thanks to coming help Al out with Luca but he's using it for good so nbd.]

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[somethingspecial]

[Give her a second to scramble down the stairs -- and she has to drag a stool over to peer through the peephole, because Rachel doesn't open doors for most strangers -- but once she sees who it is, there is the sound of more dragging as she pushes the stool out of the way to open the door with a bright smile.]

Castiel!

[And she gives him a loose hug in greeting.]

What are you doing here?

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[ofthursday]

[Castiel lets her hug him, awkwardly returning it just a little, before glancing off toward some bushes a little ways away.]

Just a moment.

[He tells her, before moving off to the bushes, speaking softly in his native language until a white creature that's very distinctly a baby unicorn steps into view.]

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[Her brow furrows, at the request, and she curiously tiptoes outside after him -- before she gasps, a hand clapping over her mouth to stop herself from startling the creature.]

-- Castiel, it's beautiful.

[It's said after Rachel moves her hand slightly -- and then she tentatively extends her fingers toward the animal, gently touching its nose with her fingertips.]

Where did you find it -- why is it in my bushes?

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[ofthursday]

[The unicorn is timid but not afraid, letting Rachel touch it, nosing her hand gently.]

I found it in the wastelands. It seems to have been abandoned.

[He'd wandered out there to have some quiet time alone to think after Sam's arrival, and stumbled upon the creature; or rather, it had stumbled toward him, likely drawn to his angelic presence in it's loneliness.]

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[Rachel frowns to herself, troubled, before she takes another step forward to run her fingers up and down the unicorn's nose, to comfort it.]

The poor thing... well, I'm not going to hurt you.

[It's said with a warm smile, to the animal, as she lets the unicorn nudge around her hands.]

He looks like he needed a friend -- you are very lucky to have found him, Castiel, I didn't think unicorns were real. They must be very shy.

[text] surprise?

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Have you ever been to the Wastes?

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No. Why?

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Would you like to?

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Well, as long as you go with me, sure.

Why, what's out there?

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Today there is a forest. Compression of two places has created something unusual that would no doubt interest you.

There is nothing to fear. I can destroy anything in the Wastes.

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[ -- well, that does sound kinda cool -- ]

Alright. I can go, then.

I will meet you outside of my house.

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So.

Rachel. Got a favor to ask.

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[ ... ]

... if Raphael is angry about something, I am maintaining a safe distance of at least two miles until talking her out of stabbing Mister Roman.

[THAT IS NOT HER DIVISION.]

[uberboned]

...What? No! No, no, no. It has absolutely nothing to do with my insane family and their dysfunctions with Dr. Evil. I'm over it. Hands? Wiped clean.

Turns out I've got a date.

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[ -- oh. That is honestly a lot better. And she immediately relaxes, a sigh of relief escaping, before -- wait, what.]

Angels go on dates?

[wtf dude.]

-- who is it?

[uberboned]

Haven't we established that I'm not the gold-standard for angelic activity?

[He shrugs] One of the newbies. Yuuko or something. All I know she has legs that won't quit and she's god a sweet tooth and since my last attempt at baking ended badly... Well. I'm not Lucifer and I don't leave dead bunnies on your door...

[A long pause]

...Please?

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[There is a long moment of staring before Rachel arches her eyebrows.]

You want me to bake a cake so you can impress a girl.

In all of my years of being the Glee club's unofficial-yet-official 'chick buddy', I have never been asked that.