The fire grows, engulfing the whole body in a pyre that would surely take down the entire structure if it spread, but nothing else in the room so much as smolders. Brighter, brighter, and it's a good thing no one's paying any attention to the storage just now or, crisis or not, there would be a lot of difficult questions about the painful-looking radiance erupting from the cracks around the door.
But the flames recede, as they do, and when they are low enough it's possible to make out the outline of the body, still whole. A little lower and the undamaged throat is visible. And just when they have extinguished themselves - almost just before - unnaturally blue eyes open on the ceiling, and without even turning to see Crowley by the door, Raguel attacks.
There's a gutteral snarl, fingers instantly at Crowley's throat, Raguel's eyes full of hate. Then he blinks, and an amiable recognition quickly sets in.
"Oh, hi, Crowley," he says, sounding pleased. "Here for backup?"
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Date: 2007-07-31 01:13 pm (UTC)But the flames recede, as they do, and when they are low enough it's possible to make out the outline of the body, still whole. A little lower and the undamaged throat is visible. And just when they have extinguished themselves - almost just before - unnaturally blue eyes open on the ceiling, and without even turning to see Crowley by the door, Raguel attacks.
There's a gutteral snarl, fingers instantly at Crowley's throat, Raguel's eyes full of hate. Then he blinks, and an amiable recognition quickly sets in.
"Oh, hi, Crowley," he says, sounding pleased. "Here for backup?"